Page 26 of Bully's Darkness
“Something like that,” I utter, grabbing a mug. When I turn to grab the milk from the fridge, she’s blocking my path. She grabs my hand and places it to her chest, closing her eyes in pleasure.
“I can help,” she breathes. I try to free my hand, but she holds it tighter.
“If Liv catches you . . .”
She runs her free hand over my tattooed chest. “I’m discreet,” she whispers, moving past me to grab her glass of water. She tilts the glass, allowing the water to trickle over her chest, and I follow it with my eyes as it drips from her nipple. She slides her hand around the back of my neck and tugs my head a little closer while pressing her lips to my ear. “Taste me,” she whispers.
I pull back. “Stop,” I snap.
“Oh, please, don’t stop on my account.” My head whips round to find Liv leaning in the doorway, and relief floods me, followed by panic.
“It’s not what you think.”
She rolls her eyes, pushing from the doorframe and crossing her arms over her chest. My shirt she’s wearing rides up, and I eye it with jealousy. If the brothers were to walk in now, they’d see her ass cheeks at the very least. “What I think is you’re allowing a club whore to touch what’s mine.”
A thrill races through me at her possessive words, and then it registers that Poison still has one hand wrapped around my neck. She’s smirking like having Liv catch her isn’t a problem. She clearly hasn’t heard the stories about her.
I back away, holding my hands up with a slight smirk. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
Poison looks my old lady up and down with a raised brow, and I inwardly wince at her foolishness because despite Liv being five-foot-five, and Poison standing at least five-eight, she’s no pushover. “Are you seriously telling the Pres what to do?”
Liv gives a smile of her own, one that screams a warning that only I can read. “No, I’m telling my old man to stay clear of rubbish like you.”
“Bitch, I know you didn’t just trash talk me.”
“Enough,” I say warily, stepping between the pair. “Liv is my old lady, she makes the rules.”
“You realise that every biker, including the President, has side women. It’s how this works,” says Poison, crossing her arms. “And I’ll let this slide because I assume you’re new to all this, but seriously, you need to adjust your attitude because only the President can decide who sucks his cock.”
Liv’s eyes fall to me, that rage smile still fixed in place like some demented clown. “She’s right, baby. Only you get to decide.”
Poison smiles like she’s won and steps around me. “I’m glad you’re seeing sense,” she mutters, heading for the exit. “Shall I wait in your office, Pres? We can finish what we started.”
Liv is still watching me, but I’m not fooled by her calm exterior. And when her hand dashes out, entangling Poison’s hair, I groan. She drags her close so her mouth is pressed to Poison’s ear. “Let me be very clear,” she hisses. “You touch my man again, I will rip your cheap extensions out.”
“Get the fuck off me,” Poison screams, trying to free her hair from Liv’s grip.
“I think she gets the message,” I say on a sigh.
“No, baby, I don’t think she does at all.” Liv proceeds to drag her from the kitchen kicking and screaming.
I follow reluctantly because if I’ve learned anything about Liv, it’s to let her ride this out without getting involved. If I try to intervene, she’ll lose her mind. The prospect jumps up from the couch looking overly alert. “Everything okay?” he asks, taking in the scene before him.
I arch a brow. “Does it look fine to you, Sparrow?”
“Go get all the club whores down here,” Liv demands.
Sparrow looks my way for permission, and I give a nod. He rushes off. “What’s the plan here, Liv?” I ask, going behind the bar and retrieving a bottle of rum.
“Your bitch is crazy,” screams Poison, twisting to try to hit Liv, who dodges it effortlessly.
“I don’t work off a plan,” says Liv, shoving Poison down until she’s on her knees. “But if you want me to stick around, we’re doing this shit my way.”
I pour a rum and take a seat. “Seriously, you’re just gonna let this happen?” yells Poison.
“What the fuck is this about?” Brains demands as he follows Stiletto down the stairs. I take in her naked body and smirk. A lot of brothers are gonna be pissed to have been interrupted.
Taz stomps down a second later. “This better be fucking good,” he growls, dragging Birdy behind him. He pauses when he spots Liv and groans dramatically. “Fuck’s sake,” he complains under his breath. “Who set Liv off?”
