Page 53 of Bound by Desire
“Boys!” I call in, but my guys are already there, helping to settleeveryone.
Deke’s eyes don’t leave the man on the floor until I step into his vision. He tags me around my waist, pulling me to his hard body, bringing his lips down on mine, hard and rough. I take it because Iwantit.
He breaks away, looking down at me. “I’m fuckin’ you, no one fuckin’ touches you.” He sets me back, turns to look at the crowd around us, then stalks back to the back oftheroom.
Holy shit. Did that justhappen?
Arousal hits me between my legs. I have to admit, that was the hottest thing any man has ever done for me. It’ll piss Schade off, butfuckme.
* * *
“What the fuck is this?Bring your boyfriend to work night?” Schade practically yells at me as I enter his office. “Fuck, Rylie! Whatwasthat?”
Deke did start a fuck of a fight with all the people he knocked down when he threw that asshole who touched me. The crowd didn’t go after him, though. They went after the asshole. We ended up having to protect his ass and carry him out of the place. He’ll be feeling it tomorrow, but that’s his own damn fault. It took a while before we got everything under control. Ididn’tmind.
The entire time, I kept thinking about how ironic it was that I was contemplating taking off a few of the women’s heads, when Deke was thinking the same thing. Difference is, he acted and didn’t give a fuck about anything buthistask.
“We took careofit.”
“Yeah. Damn, I hate messes.” He breathes out. “Heyourman?”
Schade’s taken care of me for the past three years. He’s not one of my girls, by any means, but he keeps tabs on me, like on who I date, and has given his opinion on several occasions. Including,Lance.
Schade didn’t like him at all. Now Iknowwhy.
“I’mseein’him.”
Schade crosses his arms. “He’s afuckin’tank.”
I smirk, knowing he’s damn rock-hard everywhere on his body. “Yeah,heis.”
“He afighter?”
“Yeah, he was back home.” The instant the words leave my lips, I know what his nextwillbe.
“You bring him to me this week. We needtotalk.”
“About fighting or kickin’ aguy’sass.”
A sly smirk comes across hisface. “Both.”
“Don’t give me shit. You’re really not pissed about Deke grabbing the guy?What’sthis?”
“Know him. Or, more to the point, know his old man. He comes in here, I don’t need the Ravage MC breathin’ down my neck. Do I want him in the ring? Fuck yeah. Around here, Gavelson is a big name and will attract a crowd. Do I want that MC involved? Fuck no. That’s what we need todiscuss.”
Know him.There’s something about that I don’t like. Maybe I’m just curious of what heknows.
On a shrug, I reply, “I’ll relay the message. But gotta tell ya, Schade, he’s not much for anyone ‘telling’ him anything, so bewarned.”
“Don’t you worry. I know how tohandlehim.”
To that, I smile. “Weshallsee.”
Schade gives me my cut, I meet Deke by his truck, and then wetakeoff.
“I should be pissed at you,” I tell him when he doesn’t say much on the drive back to myplace.
“Be what ya want,” he responds. “But I’m tellin’ ya, anyone touches ya, I’ll rip their limbs fromtheirbody.”
