Page 70 of Inflame Me
“I CANNOT BELIEVE you hooked up with Rhys,” Casey says from the seat next to me while we converse in the clubhouse. “And look at him.”
My eyes cut to him. He stands with his legs apart, the corded muscles of his arms crossed while a beer dangles from his fingers. His face is hard as he listens to whatever Dagger, Cruz, and GT have to say.
“What?” I ask, not seeing anything truly wrong. He looks pissed, but when does he not?
“No, look at the couch.” She points over as a club momma eyes Rhys up and down, not taking her stare off him for a moment. She wets her lips as she rises from the seat. My heart picks up as the woman saunters over to him, her hips swaying way too much to be considered normal. I want to get up and stop whatever is going to happen. My gut tells me to sit and watch, while my heart tells me I should guard it.
Her fingers graze his arm, and I clench my hands. She has her hands on him. Fury, the same as when I saw my mother’s battered up body, hits me hard. It takes everything in me to keep my ass planted in the seat.
“This’ll be good,” Princess says, sitting back in her chair and eyeing the show.
Rhys turns to the woman and lifts his chin, and my heart plummets. Is he inviting her? Is he welcoming her touch? No, he can’t be.
His attention goes back to the conversation, but the woman keeps going. Her hands now go to his shoulders as she leans into him, brushing her fat, fake breasts over his arm. A hand comes to my leg and squeezes hard.
I turn to Princess. “What?” I grit out through my teeth.
“Just wait,” she tells me, but all of my insecurities rise to the surface, making me want to punch something. I could just reach behind my back and pull out the small gun Rhys taught me to shoot a couple of weeks ago. I could blast her right in the head since I have a killer shot.
I shake my head. Listen to me. I sound like a vigilante, like I would really take a life for touching the guy I’m sleeping with. Well, practically living with, considering he’s either at my place or we’re at his every night. I see what he meant with not getting an apartment, but I needed that with my mother.
I breathe out deeply and try to tamp down all the raging thoughts. However, when she stands on her tiptoes and whispers something in his ear, something breaks inside of me. It’s not my heart; it’s my fury.
Princess’s grip tightens on me just as I’m about to rise. I want to ignore it, but her grip is pretty strong, not allowing me to do that.
Rhys has a sour expression on his face as he steps back from the woman. “Get the fuck off me,” he growls loudly enough the whole room can hear. “See that woman?” He points over to me, his eyes meeting mine as a smirk plays on his lips from whatever he sees on my face. He turns back to the woman. “That’s my woman.”
Her eyes flitter to me, and her top lip curls up. “So? You always love to play, and I’m horny,” she whines.
That’s it. The straw has broken the camel’s back. I rise, shrugging off the clamping hand on my leg, my chair falling to the ground I’m so quick. I stalk up to the woman who has her intentions on my man. His eyes find mine, brimming with humor.
I tap the woman on the shoulder, and she turns then sneers when she sees me.
“Back the hell off,” I tell her, getting right up in her face that is covered with way too much makeup than should be allowed.
“I get it. You’re here, and he can’t play.” She rolls her eyes.
Before I think better of it, my arm comes back, and I land a hard right hook to the woman’s cheek. I’ve never been a fighter, but after James and the assholes at X, I got over it.
The woman’s head snaps to the side as her hand comes up to her face just as she falls to her knees on the floor.
“I said back the hell off,” I tell her, standing over her body, her eyes wide.
I know I don’t look like the type to lay a bitch out, but looks can be deceiving. My eyes move up to Rhys who has a full-out smile on his face.
“And you,” I tell him, pointing my finger in his chest. “I told you I wouldn’t put up with that shit.”
I turn to head back toward the table where Casey and Princess have big smiles, but a steel arm comes around my waist and lifts me off the ground. I wiggle from Rhys’s strong hold, but he doesn’t allow me to get away. He says nothing, only walks straight back to his room at the clubhouse amidst all the cheers and whistles behind us.
The door slams, and suddenly, my front is pressed to the door, his hot breath at my ear. “Sprite, that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Briefly, I have the thought,That was the hottest thing you’ve seen? What the hell?But whatever. Instead, I focus on my body coming alive under his touch.
“I’m gonna check your hand … after I fuck you.” He undoes my jeans, and they, along with my underwear, are gone in a flash.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard every motherfucker in this place will know who you belong to.”
Wetness pools down below, and without him even touching my clit, it quivers in anticipation.
