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He laughs like he said the funniest shit, slaps me on the back, and saunters away, his laughter still loud and fucking obnoxious. Just because I can’t fuck her, doesn’t mean I can’t look like every other bastard in here. And that’s all I’m doing.
That’s all I’m doing right now.
I walk towards the bar, the men moving out of my way until I’m standing in front of our two guests. I slap Saint on the back and wrap my arm around him.
“Bro, glad to see you could make it back.”
“Did I have a choice,” he mumbles.
“Of course not. Now since you’ve been properly introduced to our guests, you can do the honors.”
He grunts when I squeeze his shoulder telling him to do that shit now even if he doesn’t want to. “Ladies, this is King, mymuch olderbrother, and the club’s Prez. This is Amelia Grace, Grimm’s little sister, and her friend, Alana.”
While he introduces me to both ladies my eyes briefly glance at Amelia who throws up a small wave before bringing my eyes back to Alana.
“Nice to meet you, ladies.” I return Amelia’s wave and grasp Alana’s hand.
I’m probably holding onto it longer than I should, but I can’t help myself. I only let it go when she arches her brow at me. I smirk.
“Our home is yours for as long as needed.”
“I’m not sure your friend will be too happy about that.”
I almost groan at the velvety sound of her voice. But the mention of Janie and the shit she pulled a few minutes ago kills any desire rising inside me.
I shrug like it’s nothing because it isn’t and slide onto the barstool beside her while Saint stands beside me propped against the bar, scrolling through his phone.
“She won’t be a problem.”
“Hmmm,” she mumbles, taking another sip of water. “We will see.”
“Can I get you something to drink? Well, something a little stronger,” I say not commenting on Janie and changing the subject.
Janie isn’t important and will no longer be a problem whether she believes it or not.
“She’s not going to drink,” Amelia Grace chimes in, laughing, her voice a little slurred, “especially with all these hot men around. She’s scared she might not stick to her commitment to swear off all men.”
“Amelia!” Alana glares at her.
Amelia shrugs and takes another swig of beer.
I chuckle. “Ahh…don’t know if you can control yourself around me, pretty lady?”
“I have plenty of control.” Her eyes rake over me boldly. “Believe me.”
She takes another sip of water, and I can’t help but think about what her beautiful, fuckable mouth will look like wrapped around my cock, my cum sliding down her chin.
I watch the movement of her slender neck as she swallows, and how she pushes her legs together. The attraction is mutual. That’s good to know.
I shift my attention away from her body and back to her eyes. And of course, despite her closed expression, her lust is intense. Someone’s eyes always told the truth.
Time to switch it up.
“If you say so.” I tap on the bar. “Anyway, if you ladies need anything, just come to me and I’ll see what I can do.”
Her brows dip in confusion. She thought I would continue the flirtatious conversation. I do want to, but obviously she’s used to men chasing her. If she wants the conversation to continue the ball is in her court. I gave her an open to end it or continue.
“Just like that, huh?” she asks. “You’re the man in charge.”
