Page 5 of Property of Thrasher
“Get outta here,” I ordered. He shook his head, pulling the girl away with him as he went.
That’s when I caught a glimpse again.
Her.
Not the club bunny.
The woman in the black dress. She was closer this time, but still clearly trying to stay out of everyone’s way. The odd thing was this time, she held a tray. Was she attempting to blend in? My suspicions were already high, this new tactic only had me more annoyed by her presence. She didn’t look comfortable. Her shoulders were too tight, her steps too cautious. Her eyes wandered everywhere.
She stopped near a table, gathering up a few empty shot glasses. One of the hang-a-rounds leaned over and said something to her with a smirk. Her eyes widened in shock before she composed herself into a nervous laugh before turning away.
I didn’t like it.
I didn’t like any of it.
I didn’t like her being here.
I damn sure didn’t like the way I kept noticing her.
I finished my drink, turned, scanning the crowd and locked my eyes to Maria. She read me and came over with a smirk laced in sin. “Hey Prez, ready to get lost for a bit?” She teased.
“Maybe.”
I grabbed her hand, leading her through the crowd past Thrust making out with his new chick. It’s not like him to bring someone around here, but this one she’s managed to be on his bike for a few weeks and more than enough parties to be getting comfortable.
Well, good for him if it could work out. I doubt it though. Our life wasn’t the kind for settling down.
We stopped near the side wall in the shadows before making it to my room on the backside of the clubhouse. The air was thick with sweat, weed, cigarettes, and perfume so strong my damn throat burned. Marie pressed into me, greedy and hungry.
“You’re wound too tight, Thrasher,” she whispered licking her lips.
“You got a fix for that?”
“Oh yeah,” she moaned before leaning into me. Her lips pressed to mine as she kissed me. Her hand slid under my shirt, her manicured nails dragging across the lines of my abs. I kissed her back, hard, sloppy, and deep, pinning her to the wall with my hips pressed to her and my hands tangled in her hair.
She tasted like rum now and moaned not hiding her lust. Her breath hitched when I bit her bottom lip, her fingers curling into the edge of my jeans. She began pulling, tugging like she needed me to take more.
I wanted to.
I was ready for a good fuck, a release, and a reset on a new day.
I even considered fucking her right here and forgetting my bed only twenty feet more down the hall.
I might have, if not for the bump. Again, what the fuck!
A slight nudge into my side before I felt the cold liquid on the denim of my jeans. Then before I could completely break away from Maria, it was a voice.
Small, horrified, and afraid. “I’m sorry. I didn’t uh, I didn’t,” she stammered.
My head snapped around, heat surging through me. She stood there, trembling with her eyes locked on mine.
I growled. Low. Dark. An ominous sound meant to make someone back off.
Her eyes went wide, full of fear and apology. She clutched the tray to her chest like it could shield her from the heat pouring off of me.
“Why are you carryin’ a tray like you belong?” I bit out.
“I was just trying to be helpful while I waited for my cousin,” she whispered.
