Page 33 of Bound By Temptation

Did I do something wrong? Because from the looks of these two, I fucked up more than just flashing my light in the club somewhere along the line.

My pulse picked up, and the hand my phone was in began to tremble. Yeah, I definitely did something wrong here because the fire glaring back at me was threatening to make me explode. Shit. Fear trickled down my spine.

I’d never met these two or seen them around. And judging by the venom in their eyes, I didn’t want to meet them. Ever. Never ever.

“Why the fuck you takin’ pictures? You know Mommas don’t bring in phones period,” the man on the right with dishwater blond hair said in a low tone.

While I didn’t know that was a rule here in the club, I simply answered the truth. “I’m not a Momma.” Yeah, I knew all about Mommas here in the club.

Ax made sure of that one. They were the women who hung around the clubhouse morning and night, ready to give whoever their assistance, either on their knees or back.

He tried to explain it to me that not everyone partook in the Mommas actions, but from experience I knew at least a few had.

“Why the fuck are you here?” The other one with dark almost midnight hair took one step forward, getting too close to me and invading my personal space. Terror. Yeah, that was what I felt. Pure terror through every cell in my body.

These men were going to hurt me. There was no doubt in my mind about it. How they’d hurt me, I didn’t want to find out. I just wanted to get as far away as I could, but they didn’t give me much room to move without having to touch them to escape. And no way would I touch them and give them a reason to touch me.

Instead, I took a step back and bumped hard into the table holding the cake. Shit! There had to be damage. I wanted to look back and make sure I didn’t mess something up, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the two men in front of me. No, I couldn’t because they just took another step closer.

They were so close I could smell the beer on their breath. I was in serious trouble.

Before I could answer, not that me creating the cake would go over with these two, a hard body stepped between me and the men, pushing them back and out of my space. On instinct, I knew it was Ax by the size and shape of his body. Then of course the smell of him—sandalwood, musk, and well, Ax.

My hands lifted on instinct, gripping his leather and resting my head on his back, sucking in his scent. I’d missed it. It was a unique smell a woman never forgot. And here he was putting himself between me and danger.

“Back the fuck off,” Ax growled so deep I felt it roll through his body. “She’s off limits.”

Off limits. That was a good thing. At least in this case. I really wanted to be off limits to these men. God, I hoped these two listened to Ax.

“Cone. Heavy,” I heard Buzz, Ax’s father say, his voice getting stronger the closer he got to us, but I didn’t dare move from behind Ax. “Lay the fuck off. She’s here to do the cake. She wants to take a picture of the fuckin’ cake, she can take a fuckin’ picture of it. You two need to back the fuck off.”

There was the sound of a hand connecting with a shoulder, and I jumped unintentionally.

“You’re fine. Nothin’s gonna happen to you,” Ax said without turning to me, but I felt those words to my soul.

“Sorry, man. Thought she was an outsider,” the beefy man’s voice said. And by the way, who the hell had names like Cone and Heavy? Apparently…them.

“Nah, she’s Ax’s,” Buzz replied. “Come on.” I then could hear footsteps walking away, but my body couldn’t relax because of what Buzz said.

Ax’s. Ax’s? No way was I Ax’s! Been there, done that, got the damn t-shirt… Not happening ever again, but I had to admit… If that meant those two not hurting me, I was grateful.

The man in question spoke. “You alright?” His voice snapped me out of my confusing thoughts, and I let go of his leather. He turned to me so close I could smell the beer on his breath. I could see the long length of his dark lashes. And those lips that touched me only a while ago.

“If I could keep my heart from jumping out of my chest, I’d be fine,” I responded, putting my hand on my chest to keep the organ inside, like it would mysteriously help. When I did so, my hand brushed Ax’s chest. Lord, please save me.

“No one touches you, Indie. No one. Ever.” That gravelly voice of his was like a song. One that always had me in his trance. I remembered laying on his chest, just listening to him talk to me about his future plans … our future plans. He’d always make me so calm, my eyes would flutter shut because I knew I was always safe with him. Or so I thought.

That snapped me back, and he was way too close and I had nowhere to go. I was already pressed against the table.

“Step back,” I ordered, needing him and his aura to let me breathe.

His hand came up to the side of my face, his thumb touching my bottom lip. The nights that I’d dreamed of him doing this very move were too numerous to count. That face touch from him was one of the best memories I had of Ax. It wasn’t some grand gesture or any words. It was a feeling. A touch that held more meaning any words could manage.

Staring into his blue eyes, I felt myself getting lost in the touch, in him. The gleam he gave me six years before shined brightly in them.

My racing heart began to crack and splinter. No. This couldn’t happen.

“Back up,” I ordered a lot stronger than I felt. Luckily, my voice didn’t crack.

---