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Her long, thick hair, as black as my soul, falls in shiny waves over her shoulders, she’s got a classic vibe about her, everything is completely natural and wholesome, high cheekbones, wide blue eyes. The only unholy things about her? Her full pouty lips and the little dimple in her chin. Watching her nervously fidget in the dim bar lights, I find myself picturing all the ungodly depraved things I can do with those lips, particularly biting into them just enough to break the surface and watch them bleed before wrapping them around my cock.
I catch Brinley’s gaze now and hold it. The pale yellow dress she wears is strapless and short in the front, offering me the supple curve of her inner thighs. All her upper back, slenderarms and completely biteable neck are on full display. The tight bodice pushes her perky tits up, boasting the type of cleavage I would make a home in. I’m willing to bet there’s not a shred of ink on her skin or even the hint of a piercing other than her gold hoops at her ears. Good girl to her core.
The way her eyes widen and fill with fear as I approach her drives me fucking wild.
“Brinley…” I speak her name and feel her skin turn to goosebumps under my knuckles. Her entire body is wired with electricity and it pulses through her to me. “The good girl with the smart mouth?” I assume. I smirk, wanting to toy with her a little more. “If you aren’t careful, little hummingbird, I may have to use that mouth to set you straight.” I feel the heat from her skin, hear the pant in her shaky breath. I lean in on a gut instinct so strong I couldn’t fight it if I tried as the thought overwhelms me. “But maybe that’s exactly what you want…maybe you’re sick of being good, yeah?”
“E-Excuse me?” she stutters in that smoky voice that goes straight to my dick. The shock she wears isn’t surprising but the second of longing I see in her eyes when I back upis. It’s what tells me my gut is right. I won’t force her, I’ll let her get there on her own.
“When you figure it out, come and find me.”
I can hear her panting behind me as I seek out a place to sit with a satisfied grin on my face.
Didn’t give a fuck where that was going to be, until right this second.
Now, I just want to be somewhere where I can watch Brinley more closely.
If she turns out to be as bland as she is on paper, maybe I’ll be able to stop fucking thinking about her.
I make my way to the center of the room, choosing a table, knowing wherever I sit, my brothers and their women will follow, and so will my prey.
Chapter 7
Gabriel
As expected, my men trailed through the crowd behind me, Layla and her girl gang following behind them.
The tables are large and each seat twelve easily. I watch as Brinley hesitantly takes a seat directly across from me, opening and spreading her napkin in her lap like she’s at a state dinner.
The movement from her shaking out the fabric fans her scent over me. She smells like sweet summer blooms and fear. It’s fucking intoxicating. She fidgets with her cutlery, rearranging it. I’m lost in watching her place her fork on the left, knife on the right, just as she’s probably been taught. A good girl with manners, etiquette, and class. I should be bored as fuck right now but there’s just something about her that continues to draw me in. Her first finger slides up the blade of her sharp steak knife, caressing it as she sips her glass of wine. I wonder why she’d pick the knife as her comfort while I sip my whiskey in silence. She continues as she looks around, not even realizingshe’s doing it, and my thoughts run wild with the possibility of what lies beneath her surface.
The table listens intently as Kai rambles on with a story like he always does. Fucking kid never stops talking. I shift forward in my seat, just enough that I can make out her scent in detail… I take in a heady breath and my mouth waters. Jasmine with a hint of honeysuckle.
The chatter is never-ending while more whiskey is poured, and dinner is carted out. The local catering company the club hired has been working all day in the commercial kitchen attached to the hall.
I watch Brinley listen intently to Layla ramble on about wedding details but I don’t really hear any of it. The candlelight from the table casts shadows on her supple skin, her shiny lips are painted a glossy pink. She wraps them around the rim of the glass. When my cock pulses I know my plan to find her uninteresting is failing me.
She’s completely out of her element, but she’s curious. Looking around the room trying to drink us in, trying to make sense of why we seem so civil. We aren’t but what she’s getting is our club on best behavior for Ax.
“So, Brinley, you grew up here?” Kai asks, leaning forward onto his palm with afuck melook on his pretty boy face.
She smiles at him in response and it’s fucking earth shattering. The way those full pouty lips curve upward over straight white teeth for Kai of all people serves to heat my blood.
As do those gorgeous dimples in her cheeks that appear for him. They match the one in her chin.
This fucking guy. His dick is still probably wet from the blonde he took into the pool hall earlier.
“Yes, over on the corner of Netherwood and Spruce,” sheanswers in that raspy, soft voice. “I just got back to the house last week. My mom left it for me when she passed but I haven’t been the best at keeping up with it the last couple of years.”
“The McCurry boys gave her an insane cost to replace the porch.” Layla takes a bite of fresh bread. “You boys need to have a chat with them about it,” she orders, nudging Ax.
Ax nods of course. He’s a fucking slave for this woman.
“No, that’s fine, termites are an expensive fix…” Brinley says. “I don’t want any…trouble.”
My men look around the table at each other and grin. She’s Layla’s friend so they’ll be respectful. She probably thinks we’re gonna go bang down their door and threaten them.
I mean, it’s possible but the stereotype is amusing, nonetheless.
