Page 7 of War's Witch
The more I watch her, my resolve frays with every passing minute; I can’t remember the last time anticipation tasted this electric.
“She is a friend of a friend of Lottie's.” Locke speaks when he leans against the wall next to me.
I am up against the back wall watching the room, or should I say, watching her.
“What is her name?”
“Cleo.” Locke smirks. “Lottie is friends with her cousin, Steffy. They spent some time together in college.”
“Cleo.” I roll her name around my tongue and fuck me, I like it.
Her gaze meets mine as she dances with Taya, Smoke’s Ol’ Lady, the corner of her mouth that is painted blood red with lipstick tilting in a seductive smirk, beckoning me to her.
Fuck me, my cock wants to go to her.
“Brother, that woman spells trouble with a capital ‘T.’ Wasspeaking to Brute and Intel, and it seems Cleo knows about MCs.”
That drags my attention away from the woman. My eyes narrow on my brother, as he looks at me with humor on his face.
“Do we know what club? Does she have an Ol’ Man?”
“She never went into full detail, just that she knew what clubs were like.”
“Maybe Intel should have looked into these women before they got here.”
“Why would he? My woman trusts them. She knows Steffy from college, and the girl comes with her affiliation, so they come with trust.”
I listen to Locke speaking, but my focus is back on Cleo across the room. She is now sitting at the bar with Sniper, and I grit my teeth because the motherfucker is crazy. He would not hurt her, but he scares the piss out of people to test them.
Her lips wrap around the straw of her drink, making my mind scream with need to have them wrapped around my cock, her lipstick leaving behind the evidence that she sucked me off.
Most nights when I feel the need to get rid of the tension in my body from travelling, I pick up a woman. No name, just raw sex and then nothing but cold sheets. I’ve never cared to make any of it last.
Watching Cleo, something gnaws at me, a feeling I can’t shake. It’s not just the way her body moves or the sly smiles she gives. Maybe it is the thought of her coming undone, breathless and wild from my tongue, fingers, and cock.
I sure as fuck want to find out.
For the first time in a long while, I almost want the feeling to linger.
“You claiming her for the night?” I hear Locke’s question,but I do not look at him, my gaze trained on the couple at the bar.
Cleo has her hand on Sniper’s arm, looking at his tattoos, and he is looking at her watching him. The Army fucked up his head; he feels no pain or fear.
Locke said she worked at a tattoo studio and by looking at her own ink, it is clear that she tattoos but is also fascinated by them, with the way she is inspecting Sniper’s ink.
My fists clench at my sides, and I hear Locke chuckle.
“Brother, she is not yours, and you have not even claimed her for the night. He has every right to have her. As much as he is fucked up in the head, he would never hurt a woman. You know this. If she loves rough sex, then Sniper will give her everything she wants.” He pats me on the back and walks away.
The woman I have been watching all night has fucking bewitched me and she doesn’t even know it. She has me in knots and we have not spoken one word to each other.
Needing to take my mind off wanting to kiss the shit out of this woman and strangle the fuck out of my brother, I head to the bar. As I cross the room, I feel her eyes on me, and I have to say, I fucking like it.
For years I have not cared for women’s attention beyond busting a nut, but she has me feeling shit that I locked away when I buried my wife.
The men of the club plus my parents have told me that my wife would not have wanted me to live my life like this. She would want me to find love again, but she holds my heart completely.
No one has made me think that I could try and move on, but as I look down the bar, the sexy witch is stirring emotions in me that I am not sure I want stirred.
