Page 13 of Grimm
“Understood,” he said, winking.
The motherfucker actually winked. Was it a test? Did he want to see how I’d respond to his threat?
It didn’t matter if it was a test or not. My shoulders sagged in relief. I’d done the unthinkable, and now I’d finally have a chance to find my brother after months of searching.
“Let me walk you out.”
With his palm resting comfortably against the small of my back, we exited his office and went the way we came—down the narrow hallway and through the room where the woman and the two bikers had been screwing earlier. And it wasn’t some wholesome form of sex. I’d been in a complete state of shock. Two gorgeous men screwing a woman in public like we were on the set of a porn movie wasn’t at all what I’d expected to see today, but it wasn’t something I was opposed to either. If that was how they liked to get down, who was I to judge how they spent their time?
“Hey, baby,” a buxom redhead purred, effortlessly sashaying toward us in skimpy red-lace panties and a matching lace bra with clear, three-inch platform heels on her feet. She placed her hand on his arm, her perfectly red-manicured nails glinting under the fluorescent lights. “You want to have some fun?”
She was beyond beautiful, tall and statuesque with a smattering of freckles across her ivory skin. The perfect match for someone like Tavish. If she hadn’t been in the clubhouse half-naked, walking around in stripper heels, I’d assume she was a model. Maybe a Vegas showgirl. She had blemish-free skin covered with just the right amount of makeup and a perfect body, definitely not someone I thought would be hanging out with a bunch of bikers.
“Did I call for you, Fiona?” Tavish growled.
Even I flinched at his tone, and she nervously licked her lips, quickly pulling her hand away from him like he'd burned her.
“Fuck off. I’m in the middle of shit.”
He gently grabbed my elbow and pulled me around the redhead, not giving her a second look while she merely stared at him, tongue-tied. But I didn’t miss the glare she aimed at me when I looked back over my shoulder at her.
“I guess she’s not used to you turning her down, huh?”
I laughed to cover up the resentment streaming through me. I had no right to be jealous. If he wanted to screw everyone in Las Vegas from sundown to sunrise, he had every right.
“Are you jealous, Gina?” His mouth twitched in amusement. “Trust me, you don’t have any reason to be jealous. Fiona’s nothing more than a club whore. Someone who helps when the guys need it.”
“And you?” I asked, looking at him, not sure I wanted to hear the answer, but I couldn’t help but ask. “Does she help you when you need it?”
He shrugged, which meant she did.
“Of course, she does,” I murmured and rolled my eyes when he smirked.
I scrunched my face in disgust as we walked outside the clubhouse to my car. I wasn’t an angel, but there was no telling how many women this man screwed. It should have been a turn-off, but I couldn’t say it was.
“And I’m not jealous, for the record,” I argued, even though my voice wasn’t convincing.
I was, but I’d never admit it to him.
A little too comfortable with one of the most dangerous men in the country, I leaned against the driver’s door of my car like I was having a casual conversation with a friend.
Big mistake.
We were way too close. With his hands planted on either side of my arms, his massive frame caged me in. He leaned forward, his lips merely inches from my ear. That heavenly scent of sandalwood, leather, and coffee that I would forever associate with him shrouded me like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. It took everything in me to push down the urge to lean into him and inhale, taking pleasure in the comfort of his muscular frame, the taste of his lips, and the smell of his body. But, if I did, he’d have too much power over me. More than he already had. I’d submit to him without getting what I came for, which was his help finding my brother.
“All you have to do is ask, doll,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning against my skin, the hint of whiskey lingering in my nostrils. “I’ll stuff you so full of my cock, I’ll have you craving me. I’ll give you more pleasure than you could ever imagine.”
Yes, please!I wanted to scream.
I shivered.Damn it!He said all the right words. Words that caused an ache to pulse within me, craving what he was promising. I wanted to throw my commonsense out the window, spread my legs, and indulge in everything he could deliver. I would have loved to ride his face or have him deep inside me.
Asking him to show me what he wanted to do to me was on the tip of my tongue, but Tavish MacDaniel was the wrong man to end my sexual dry spell. He was beautiful, charismatic, and dangerous, the keyword being dangerous. I could lose my heart or life dealing with him. Neither was an option.
I pushed my palms against his massive chest, which was more like pushing against a brick wall, and he leaned far enough away for me to look into his beautiful hazel eyes swirling with desire. He wanted me just as bad as I wanted him.
His eyes clung to mine, patiently waiting for my decision to give in to what would no doubt be a night full of pure adulterated hedonism. The gleam of interest in his eyes made me want to give in so badly.
“Prez!” someone yelled with a thick southern drawl, breaking the spell of lust swirling between us before I made the biggest mistake of my life.
