Chapter Fifteen
Isabel
I glanced over to where Rem was cuddling with some slut named Stacey. I was on the couch opposite of them while they cooed and flirted.
The party was in full swing, and Jordan was my protector tonight. He stepped outside to make a phone call a few minutes ago. I looked around for another Ace, but Lydia waved at me from the couch where she sat next to Michelle. It wasn’t Heart protocol to hang with the old ladies, but I was too depressed to care.
I tried my best to keep my attention on the girls, but I couldn’t help a quick glance every few minutes.
Duncan told me that Stacey was just a biker slut. Those were girls that want to sleep with bikers but don’t want to live the life twenty-four seven. She was pretty with long dark hair that was almost black, and her lips had that Angelina Jolie poutiness.
She had her long, smooth legs across Rem’s lap, and she kept kissing and licking his neck. Rem didn’t kiss her back directly, but his hands were roaming all over and he kept whispering in her ear.
It was disgusting.
Rem had been avoiding me since this afternoon, and now he was letting that ho-bag hang all over him. I had a feeling that he was trying to send me a message. He was saying just because he “liked” me, didn’t mean he wanted to be with me.
I was disappointed to say the least. I knew it was stupid to get my hopes up, but I couldn’t seem to help it. After he left the kitchen, I went straight to my bunk where I’d lain daydreaming of our future babies.
But I’m just a foolish girl. He had no interest in me that way. If anything, he probably saw me as a baby sister.
What I wouldn’t give to be the one in his arms now.
Just then, the song “Crazy Bitch” came on, and Stacey jumped up as if it was the national anthem. She hopped up on the table and started dancing. However, dancing was the wrong word. She just kept bending over and shaking her butt, all while making eyes at Rem.
Rem looked on with mild interest, as did the rest of the guys. It was sickening that they were used to this desperate behavior.
I turned to Lydia. “I used to like this song.”
Lydia nodded. “I used to love hard rock, too. Now I just think of sluts. Hearts have a tendency to ruin a lot of things.”
I glanced at Skinny, who was the DJ tonight. “Maybe we can get him to play something else? How about some Lady Gaga?”
“Yeah,” Michelle shouted.
A loud, “No” came from my left. Duncan had pushed Tracy off his lap to glare at us. “Lady Gaga is not MC,” he said loud enough for everyone on the couches to hear.
“Lady Gaga is so MC,” I shouted back. “Just watch the “Judas” video.”
“What?” he said, clearly confused.
“Oh yeah,” Lydia said, eager to explain. “The setup is that Jesus is the president of an MC and Judas is the VP. It was an awesome video. Oh and Norman Reedus played Judas. You know Darryl from The Walking Dead?” Lydia’s eyes lit up as she spoke.
“I think he is so sexy,” Michelle said.
“I know. I love him,” I agreed.
I heard a snort from across the way. Rem was scowling at me. Stacey was still dancing but had lost her original gusto.
I turned back to the girls. “Let’s get Skinny to play it. He can’t deny me.”
“He’d only take orders from an old lady,” Tracy cut in loudly.
Lydia slammed her drink on the table and stood up, making Stacey jump and stop her gyrations. “I’m going to make Skinny do it, ya dumb slut,” she said, letting her Southern accent flare up with her temper. “But if you talk to her that way again, you’ll find out what it’s like to have an old lady’s boot up your ass. Ya hear?”
Lydia stared down at Tracy for a few seconds before turning away to head toward Skinny. She swung her hips and let her heels click as she approached the prospect. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but I’m pretty sure it involved intimidation on Lydia’s part.
I got up from the couch and stuck my tongue out at Duncan as I headed toward the bar, like a little sister getting her way. I decided to get us all shots to start our dance party. “Crazy Bitch” ended, and I heard the beginning of “Judas”. Bobby set the Jaeger shots in front of me, and I had to use two hands to carry them all the while shaking my booty. I made my way over to Lydia and Michelle. They both were pushing tables out of the way to create a dance floor.
We threw back the shots and started dancing. I sang along with the song and let the Jaeger work its magic. The alcohol lubed my limbs so I moved without thought and just let it flow through me. It didn’t take long for the other clubs’ hang-arounds and old ladies to join in.
We danced to Beyoncé, old school Britney, Sia, Rihanna and a few hits from the eighties.
As always, where the girls go, the boys followed. Around the fourth song, the men trickled in around us. My dance partners were stolen by their husbands to bump and grind, but Sam was nice enough to bring us more shots on his way. My buzz was steady so I decided to close my eyes and just dance with myself. The next song was Lady Gaga’s “Heavy Metal Lover”. This song was spot on tonight.
Then there were strong hands on my hips and someone’s breathe against my ear. Rem. My heart leapt, and my pussy felt a tingle. He nibbled on my ear and down my neck. I reached back and cupped his head but his hair was a little too short. I opened my eyes and looked back to find Jackson.
“Surprised to see me?”
“Yes.” I smiled and turned in his arms. I locked my wrists around his neck but tried to keep a little distance between our lower halves. “I would have thought Duncan scared you away.”
His hands stayed on my hips to keep us moving. “No, I simply respected his claim.”
“And now?”
“Well, I’m sure another Ace will be along soon to pull you away so I’m getting it while I can.”
“And what are you getting?”
“The feel of your body pressed to mine.” His hand came around my back and pressed me closer. He was strong and warm. I had to admit that my body liked the feeling of his.
“These boys are awfully protective of you,” he said into my ear.
I leaned back to look into his eyes. “Like you said before, I’m special.”
The look in his eyes told me he was going to kiss me and this time I was ready. I just wanted one kiss. Rem had made me feel so crappy, and I wanted to feel good. Jackson could make me feel good, if only for a few moments. I closed my eyes and leaned in…
“Hey.”
Jackson groaned. “I told you.” I opened my eyes and turned to see Rem. He looked murderous.
“I call dibs, Jackson.” Rem reached out and gripped my wrist, pulling me toward him roughly.
Jackson let me slip out of his arms, but his fingers gripped my hand as I went. Rem wrapped an arm around my waist, enveloping in his scent and warmth.
“Why do you guys keep cock blocking? I thought we were friends,” Jackson said above the music.
“We’re not willing to share Izzy with friends yet, only brothers.”
“Can’t we let the lady choose?”
Rem’s fingers tightened on my side, but he didn’t look at me. “You’re sure she would choose you?”
Jackson looked at me with that wicked smirk of his. Of course, I was powerless to stop the blush that crept up. He was so sexy and charismatic. “I think I stand a chance.”
“It doesn’t matter. She belongs to the Aces. She belongs to me.”
My mouth fell open in shock. I wanted to slap him for speaking about me as if I wasn’t in the room. I may be pretending to belong to his club but not him.
I was ready to contradict him, but then his gaze turned to me. “Isn’t that right?”
It was as if all the molecules in the room sped up, making it hot and hard to breathe. He was angry yet so much more. His eyes were possessive, concentrated with lust and power. I felt weak under the pressure. His body was tense against mine, and he towered over me, demanding obedience. If I were a wolf, I would be flipping onto my back to show my submission to the Alpha. But I imagine Rem would demand something different. I had this flash in my mind of walking toward the nearest table and bending over it, flipping up my skirt to present myself for his punishment or pleasure.
I felt myself nod. “Yes, yes, I belong to you.”