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Her being pissed off is like Viagra for me. It gets my dick hard every single time. Doesn’t matter if it’s directed at me or someone else. She starts glaring and putting someone in their place, and I’m three pulls on my dick from coming.
I’ve got it bad for the girl. I know. Hell, even my club brothers know it.
She has no clue, of course.
Not that Bailey’s dumb. Hell no. She’s one of the smartest women I’ve ever met, and I’ve met plenty of smart ones since being with the Hounds. They seem to be flocking to the clubhouse lately and snagging themselves up a Hound to keep as their old man. But no one has grabbed this one yet, and I’m making sure no one does but me.
From the moment she opened her mouth and called her best friend a skank, then took one look at me and Flint, our road captain, and deemed us unworthy, I fell then and there. I’ve got a good idea that what I’m feeling for her ain’t just lust. It might be borderline stalking for sure, but it’s more than just a need to fuck the anger out of her system. She keeps me up at night thinking about her. Not just about her banging body but what she must be thinking. What she likes to eat, even how her childhood was.
I ain’t ashamed to say I’ve looked her up. And more than just a Google search. Law wasn’t messing with the club a couple months back when he said I know my shit around computers. I might not be better than Flint, our resident tech guru, but I’m pretty damn good when I want to be.
I have a full file on her. From her medical records to her court records, I have it all, but I haven’t looked into it. Call it self-inflicted pain or some shit like that. I have the ability to know everything about her, but I refuse to look. It’s like a security blanket of sorts, I guess. I should delete it, as I want her to tell me everything about her. But I don’t. I just keep it and maybe stare at the file on my laptop with her name on it more than I should.
It’s a hope, a dream. It’s right there, just out of reach. Just like her. My happiness is so close but still too far away.
Until now.
I’m ready to move whatever this is to the next level. She isn’t seeing anyone—or I can only assume that from the way her date ended tonight. I’m back in town now and ain’t leaving anytime soon. This is our time to see if there could be something more than just an idea on my part.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
Which is fine. A girl like Bailey is not one to be rushed. That’s what that dick of a date probably tried to do. Took her to some fancy restaurant a few towns away to see if that would impress her enough to spread her thighs. Nah, Bailey isn’t the type to just give up the goods for a nice dessert. She’s worth more than that, and she knows it.
So, while I might be ready to start this with Bailey, I know she isn’t. Not yet anyway. Hell, I think this is the first time we’ve ever talked solo. The long game is where it’s at with her. Which is fine. I’ve got the time. Ain’t going anywhere. Even if Prez asks me to go out on any of our side business gigs, I know what I’m coming back to.
I might be good with the long game, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to play fair. I am a biker, after all. Fair wasn’t really in the rule book when I became part of the Hounds of the Reaper MC. Rules are meant to be broken, at least the ones instilled upon us by those outside the club. The club has its own rules that we all follow willingly or else we fall down after a fist to the face from a brother.
And one thing that’s about to change is proximity. Whether she likes it or not, Bailey and I are about to become inseparable.
“Stop staring.”
I grin, but I don’t stop. “In a place like this, the clientele is expected to stare.”
She huffs a laugh and looks around. “Yeah, at the patrons, not at me.”
“But you’re the only one I see.” I know I’m pushing my luck with her by dishing out the compliment, so I change the subject quickly. “You didn’t answer my question earlier.”
She shakes her head. “You didn’t ask me anything.”
“I asked if someone took advantage of you.”
Another shake. “No, you said you don’t like the idea of someone doing it to me.”
“Well, I’m asking now. What happened, Bailey? And don’t lie to me. Whether you like it or not, the club is looking out for you. We need to know if we’re going in for a simple beatdown or a full-on body bag.”
She laughs till she sees I’m not smiling. I might say it’s club business that I’m here for, but it’s not. This one is on me. If I find out some prick dared to touch my girl, even if said girl has no idea she’s mine, I’ll grab a bat and start taking out kneecaps.
I watch as her breath hitches and her eyes grow wide as she realizes how serious I am. Her words come out strong, even if they’re just whispers. “No one took advantage of me.”
“Promise?” I need her to tell me. Seeing that she’s okay is one thing, but there’s a part of my inner beast that won’t calm till I hear it from her lips.
“Promise.” She clears her throat as she looks away and takes a drink. “Hell, if you ask him, I was the one taking advantage of him. Apparently, a lobster dinner is the going rate for a boob grab these days.”
If she expected me to laugh with her, she doesn’t know me that well. No Hound of the Reaper would laugh at that.
“Where the fuck is he?” I will tear him limb from limb. String him up and attach one end to my bike so when I ride away, I can rip off the hand that touched her.
She glances at me, and I’m not sure if I’m reading her face right or not. I got pretty good at telling what a person’s thinking from my time in the Army and now with the Hounds. I don’t always get it right, but more times than not, I do. And what I see on her face just pisses me off even more. There’s a sense of awe in the way she holds her mouth and her eyes plead with me to be the strong knight she claims she doesn’t need. I could be seeing what I want, but it sure as hell looks as if she’s never seen someone get mad on her behalf before. That no one has ever stood up for her before and mean it, like I do.
