Page 39 of Lockout

Glancing over my shoulder, I laughed and shook my head at Warrant. “There’s no music, Warrant.”

He held up his hand and motioned to someone and suddenly music split the air, and my ear drums. The sound was adjusted to just below a level that would make your ears bleed. “You were saying?”

“I’m not dancing with you,” I told him. “You’ll just use it as an excuse to cop a feel.” Besides, I wasn’t exactly sure where Lock and I stood. I didn’t want to be disrespectful.

He leaned onto the bar top, grabbing a drink that Scarlett passed over to him. “Can I give you some friendly advice?”

“Sure,” I said, tone suspicious.

“One of the easiest ways to catch yourself a guy, is to show him that other men want you.”

I blinked at him. Warrant and the other Berserker’s Rage guys had showed up this morning. How had he already clued in to what was happening between me and Lock? My eyes strayed over toward the door where Lock was talking with Hush, Pyre, and Ruck.

There were Viking’s Rampage, Berserker’s Rage, and Saint’s Outlaws spread everywhere. You couldn’t take a step without bumping into one of the men from the three MCs.

My eyes met Warrant’s again. “Is it that obvious?” I asked, doubt creeping in.

He chuckled. “For those paying attention.”

I didn’t really like the sound of that, but what could I do? Putting my hands on my hips, I scowled at him. “I don’t really like to play games, Warrant.”

“It’s not playing games,” he said with a shrug. “You’re hot. I’d do you. And it’s just a dance.” He continued as my mouth fell open. “Those are all just facts. And you’d just be capitalizing on those facts.”

“Wow, Warrant,” I said with a laugh. I wasn’t even sure what to say to any of that.

“How about this,” he said, leaning toward me a little. “You give me one dance tonight. Whenever I choose.”

My eyes narrowed as I studied him. He was gorgeous. Just like all these guys were, but there was no spark with him. Not like there was with Lockout. I thought of him as a friend. My heart was steadily thumping in my chest, not trying to break free like it did whenever the Viking’s Rampage president looked my way.

“What have you got to lose?” he asked, when I took too long to respond. He held out his free hand.

I stared at it, then met his eyes again as I shook his hand. I couldn’t help feeling like I sold a piece of myself to the devil. This was bound to get me into trouble, I just knew it because Warrant was involved. But what harm was there in a dance? Squeezing his hand to keep the shake going, I gave him a pointed look. “No touching my boobs or butt during this dance.”

He looked disappointed, but nodded. When I released his hand, he brought the shot to his mouth and downed it. “You’re no fun, Keely. Hands will stay above the waist, I promise.”

I shook my head as he wandered away. Looking over at Scarlett, I smiled. “Hey, can I get a Long Island Iced Tea?”

She laughed as she started making the drink. “You’re planning to have a good night if that’s what you’re starting with.”

I grinned at her and shrugged. It’d been so long since I’d really let loose and gotten drunk. This was the perfect place to do it. None of the guys here would ever let anything happen to us women, so we were going to paint the town red. Or rather, the clubhouse since we weren’t planning to leave it.

Sitting down over at the tables, I smiled at the other women as I took a sip of my drink. My eyes watered a little and I turned to look at Scarlett. She gave me a thumbs up. I wasn’t sure what that meant but she’d made this drink so strong it might end up being my only one.

“You, my friend,” Seek said, pointing at me, “are slacking.”

I sighed. “Can we not talk about my sex life tonight?” I held up my drink. “I’m trying to forget.”

“What sex life?” Seek asked.

“What happened to the just kissing him thing?” Billie asked, before I could say anything to Seek. “Seems like that would work.”

“I’m a coward,” I muttered, taking another sip of my drink. “That’s what’s happened.”

“Then just give him the eyes,” Dani suggested. We all stared at her. She shook her head. “I don’t even have to say anything to Smoke. I just give him a kind of…” She gave us a look that could only be described as sultry.

“I’m pretty sure I can’t pull that look off,” I told her with a laugh. My baby sister had grown so much since she lost her loser ex. She was happy, and that made me so grateful to Smokehouse. He’d given her all the confidence Eli had taken from her. “When I try that…”

“You look like you have indigestion,” Billie joked.

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