Chelsea came up beside me as I walked down the stairs. I scanned the room seeing several men I didn’t recognize, but no soul-searching eyes.
“Optimus wants to see us before shit gets crazy,” she said. ‘I told you so’ very much present in her tone.
I laughed. “Lead the way.”
We walked down the slim hallway. The small rooms down this end of the building had been offices reserved for the hotel managers and head staff. There was even a large safe located in Optimus’ office.
Chelsea knocked on the door. I could hear deep voices coming from behind it and I wondered who Optimus might have in there with him.
“Come in,” he called, his voiced echoed loudly.
Chelsea pushed the door open and I followed in close behind her. Optimus reclined in his large leather office chair. He had his hands linked behind his head in a relaxed manner, but his signature scowl was ever present on his face. It was when I moved to the side of Chelsea that my eyes found the man propped up against the front of the desk, his arms folded across the front his chest. His biceps stretched mouth-wateringly against his white shirt and his eyes once again studying me like I was a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit.
“Girls, this is Kit. Troy’s new chapter President.”
Chelsea and I both dipped our heads in a nod toward him which is a respectful way to acknowledge someone important in the biker world. He gave a small chin lift in acknowledgment, but his eyes remained focused on me, not even blinking in Chelsea’s direction.
Optimus leaned forward and tapped his knuckles on the wooden desk. “Harmony. I couldn’t get a hold of you after I ripped the guy on the phone another asshole.”
I screwed up my nose. “Yeah. The douchebag completely totaled my phone.”
His eyebrow raised curiously. “Really?”
“Mhmm. He hung up on you by slamming it face first onto the table we were sitting at. Then if that wasn’t dramatic enough he threw it at the fucking wall,” Chelsea explained. I tried to keep my eyes focused on Optimus, but they continued to drift toward Kit.
Kit was a magnificent specimen of a man. His hair was short but just long enough for me to grip between the spaces of my fingers if I ran them through it. He had the lightest beard that shaded his jaw and just above his deliciously full lips. His shoulders and chest were wide beneath his cut but led down to a trim waist and powerful legs.
“He say anything to you?” Kit asked, his voice so deep I could almost feel the vibrations in my chest. There was also the slightest accent present that made him even more intriguing.
“Uhh…yeah.” I racked my brains, trying to think about the threats that the suited man had thrown at us that afternoon. “Um, when I attempted to give him the phone he told me I needed to learn my place. And then after he had talked to you he said we needed to learn a lesson in behavior and that it would come.”
“And that he would ‘conduct it personally,'” Chelsea added, using her fingers to quote the man.
Kit glanced over his shoulder at Optimus, who met his eyes with a raised brow. I frowned. Sure I’d been a little frightened at the time, but guys made pathetic threats all the time when they didn’t get their own way. It was like a defense mechanism in some men.
“You said he looked pretty well off?” Optimus inquired, tapping his fingers on the table.
I nodded. “Hell yeah. That wasn’t just a rental suit. My mom’s friend owns like a high-class bridal hire place. I worked there one summer when I was at high school. It was the real deal, I think maybe Armani.”
“And those shoes. Jesus! I could see my face in them, they were so damn shiny,” Chelsea added dramatically causing me to giggle.
“You gotta leave the compound over the next couple days?” Kit asked, pushing off the desk and standing with his feet shoulder width apart and returning his arms to their previously folded position.
“We both have classes almost every day this week. The semester is coming to an end and we both have tests.”
“Put someone on them,” he said sternly and Optimus’ head bobbed in agreement.
“Caleb. He can go with you to classes and bring you home.”
Chel and I looked at each other, our faces both resembling confusion. It wasn’t unheard of to have a prospect follow a club girl if there were some kind of grave danger or threat to the club. But this seemed a little overkill.
“Come on, Optimus. It honestly wasn’t that bad. He made some idle threats and threw his toys outta the cot like a child who didn’t get his way. But having a tail, isn’t that a bit extreme?” I tried to explain my feelings in the most respectful way possible without it sounding like I was calling him an idiot for being so dramatic.
“You are the property of the club, aren’t you?” Optimus gritted, obviously taking offense to what I’d said. I caught a small smirk form on Kit’s lips.
Knowing I should have kept my mouth shut and followed orders, I changed my tact. Opting for a little bit of greasing. “Yes. We are, Prez.”
His shoulders loosened but only a smidge. “We protect what’s ours. You know this. I like you Harmony, you’ve been here a long time.” He stuck me with a hard glare. “But don’t question my decisions.”
“Yes, sir.”
I felt like a small child being scolded. It didn’t happen often and it didn’t feel right at all. The smirk remained on Kit’s face, maybe even growing a little bigger as he watched my obedience. Chelsea, on the other hand, I caught her smile out of the corner of my eye. She knew it took a lot for me to shut my mouth and she was evidently amused at the fact that I’d backed down. I followed rules well. I understood that the rules of the MC were there for a reason and a lot of the time it was to keep people safe. But that didn’t mean I was scared to voice my opinion when I thought it was required or that I didn’t believe in standing up for myself when I thought something was wrong.
Unfortunately for Chelsea, Optimus also noticed her amused face.
“Kit, will you take Harm back to the party. Go be with your boys.” He turned to eye Chelsea whose shoulders straightened like she had been jabbed with a cow prod. “You stay here.”
Kit walked toward me, taking me by the elbow and leading me out the door. It was my turn to smile knowing that Chelsea was in for a good ear bashing from our president. If she was lucky, maybe even a spanking for being naughty.
Kit led me down the hallway, his hand firmly fixed to my arm. I wanted to make some comment about how I knew my way around the clubhouse and didn’t need a leash. But after Optimus already having a go at me about talking back, I knew I probably shouldn’t piss off another Club President.
I could hear the sounds of the party already raging and was in serious need of another drink. Kit, on the other hand, had other thoughts and before we reached the doors to the main room I was promptly pushed against the wall. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt but gave me one hell of a fright. My hands instantly went to his chest. Rock fucking hard.
He pushed against me, holding me captive with his body and his palms flat against the wall on either side of my head. My breathing quickened and my heart began to race. I didn’t know what I was feeling. Usually when this happened with the men, I would get excited knowing what was to come next. But with Kit I had feelings stirring inside me that had yet to surface. Not just want, but a sense of need. I had no idea what to expect from him and the idea of that was thrilling.
“You dance.” His words were formed as a statement, not a question.
I shook my head. My movements were jerking, my mind clouded by his closeness. “No…not really.”
His hand moved from the wall and he cupped my chin. His thumb reached up and dragged over my lips, pulling my lower one with it as it retreated. A familiar tingling started at the bottom of my stomach and I knew I was wetter than ever. I pleaded in my head for him to lift me up so I could wrap my legs around his slim waist as he drove his cock in and out of me. The thought was torturous. My thighs had a mind of their own, wiggling around in order to gain some sort of friction between my legs.
“You’re not a stripper?” he asked with a slight tilt of his head. I watched his face as his eyes roamed me, taking in every inch of my body that they could reach.
“No, I’m not a stripper. I’m a club girl.” He stepped back, but only enough to allow me to breathe again.
“You’re a club girl?”
I nodded. “Yes. I’ve been with the club for a while now.”
He seemed lost in his thoughts for a moment, his mood doing a complete one-eighty from the intense sexual vibe he was giving off a moment ago.
“For now, you’re with me.” He gripped my chin in a tight hold, forcing our eyes to meet. “You don’t move from my side tonight.”
I nodded. I wasn’t objecting to the chance of finding out what this man had hidden underneath his cut and jeans. My body was already craving his touch, by the end of the night I knew the spark that had been lit was going to blow.
He flicked his head in the direction of the bustling room and I slid from the small space between him and the wall and began walking toward the sounds of Metallica. I could feel his body moving with me without even having to look over my shoulder. His presence completely engulfing me.
As we walked through the door, I could see the party was in full swing. There were strippers on the stage and men from both chapters sitting on couches watching them while they relaxed and shot the shit with their Brothers.
There were some men playing poker, girls draped across their laps, giggling and flirting shamelessly. Others played pool while a few just sat at the bar, enjoying the chance to relax after a long day of behaving themselves and watching their language around the family.
Kit wrapped a rough hand around mine and led me to the bar. He prompted me to sit on the open bar stool, standing at my back and placing his hands on the bar either side of me. I was beginning to think this man had something about control, needing to pin me down every chance he got.
His spiky beard tickled the side of my face as he leaned into me. “Beer.” His breath was warm against my cheek and the smell of cool mint chewing gum wafted over me. God. Even his breath smelled incredible.
“Caleb! Can we grab two beers?”
Caleb looked over at me from down the bar with a smile. His eyes widened as he saw the man standing at my back and rushed over, pulling two beers and popping the caps.
“Here you go, Harmz.”
“Thanks, hun,” I said with a smile while Kit merely raised his drink in a cheers motion.
“Hey, Prez. You disappeared after Church, everything good?”
Kit uncaged me and I swiveled my chair around to find another very handsome man standing behind me. His hair was blond and longer than Kit’s with it almost hanging in his eyes. His body shape was very similar, it was what was attached to his body that made me screw up my nose.
Dana was plastered to the dude’s side like a leech and she was eyeing me with apparent disdain. I smiled knowing it was because of Kit who was now leaning back against the bar with his arm stretched out behind me.
“Yeah man, we’re good. A couple of Optimus’ girls had an issue with a guy in town this afternoon. Putting a man on them for a bit in case something comes of it,” Kit explained casually. His voice seemingly relaxed for the first time since he’d spoken in Optimus’ office. “Harmony, this is my best friend and my Sargent at Arms, Tally. Tally, this is Harmony.”
I reached out and shook his hand. He offered me a great smile which lit up the room. I saw Dana look up at Tally with a smile, apparently expecting an introduction also. When it never came, she slumped a little but kept her grip on his body. Tally to Kit must’ve been like what Blizzard was to Optimus. Their personalities the complete opposite, but balancing each other out perfectly.
A thought clicked in my head and I nearly spit my beer out, while trying to contain my laughter. They all looked at me strangely. The laughter finally broke free after I’d choked on half a mouthful of my drink.
Kit bumped me with his hip, catching my attention. “You gonna share with the group?”
I cleared my throat. “Was just thinking about how these two match.” I gestured between Tally and Dani. “Tally and Ho.” I was barely able to get the words out before another giggle bubbled to the surface. I knew I could get in trouble for somewhat insulting a Brother. But that shit was just too funny to keep in. I felt relief when I looked to my side to find a genuine smile broken through Kit’s previously stern expression. Laughter burst from Tally’s mouth and he held out a fist. I didn’t hesitate in bumping it with my own.
Dana departed not long after with a stomp in her step and a flick of her hair. That was how I ended up sitting at the bar with Tally and Kit, learning how to properly fist bump and how to make it explode.