Andre

 

She’s bold and annoying in a way that makes my skin crawl. As I stand there and glare down at her, I know I’ve just been challenged. My body is pumped up to respond, but my brain is confused; I’ve never been challenged by a woman who looks like she belongs in the suburbs before. The two ladies who have my back are full of tattoos and experience, and I know they’re capable of taking me down any day of the week.

 

“You’ve got some serious balls on you. You know that?” I can’t stop the edge of anger in my tone, and my nostrils flare. All I want to do is pick her up and pound her into any available hard surface, just because she’s asking for it.

 

“Do you think they’re bigger than yours?” Her voice grows husky, and she bites down on her bottom lip. Several men draw in sharp breaths as though they’ve just been burned.

 

I can feel the eyes of everyone in the bar on me. It’s time to step up my game. “I think….” I lean over her and clench one of my fists against the top of the bar next to one of her hands. “That you’re all talk. I don’t think there’s anything in that brain or body of yours except for fancy words.”

 

“WellI think you should let me in so I can prove you wrong. Or, worst case scenario, you can prove me wrong. Wouldn’t that feel good? I bet it would make you look all tough in front of your buddies.”

 

Damn. How can one woman piss me off and make me want to ravage her at the same time. I can feel the veins popping along the sides of my neck, and there’s a sweat along my temples. It’s gotten me even more hot and bothered. The hand not on the bar touches her hair and curls around some of the strands. I lean closer to her until I can feel her breath against my lips. “You’re on, baby. But there’s one thing you need to know: Once you’re in… there’s no getting out.”

 

Her eyes light up like fire, and she flashes me a cocky grin. “Oh believe me… if it ever comes down to that, it’ll be you trying to get out, not me.”

 

“Kristel!” There’s a woman with dark brown hair walking out of the bathroom, and I have a feeling she’s heard at least some of our conversation. She’s got a smile on her face, and her eyes are bright with mirth. “What’s gotten into you?”

 

I stay quiet as Kristel turns to the brunette, and there’s laughter between them. “Think about it, Danielle,” Kristelsays. “How badly will my parents flip out if they find out I joined a biker gang? And not justany biker gang.” She turns to look at me, and one of her hands flips some pale hair over a shoulder. “A biker gang with a leader full of tattoos, piercings, and all the muscles a girl could ever want.”

 

Danielle stares at Kristelwith wide eyes, then laughs. “My God, you areso drunk! I’m just sorry there aren’t any cameras so we can all watch this later.”

 

“You always did say I was mysterious.” Kristel lets out a giggle. She slides off the stool and walks over to her friend. It gives me a fantastic view of her ass, and I know it’s not just me watching her. “What do you think? Isn’t he gorgeous?” I can hear her from where I’m sitting, but I turn back to the bar and pretend I’m not listening.

 

“Heis. What’s his name?”

 

“Andre. How adorable is that?”

 

Danielle giggles. “Way too adorable. And oh my god, those arms! You are so fucking lucky, girl! Do you think you’ll get a chance to find out what’s under the hood?”

 

“Oh, I’m pretty sure. I got him all riled up while you and Wendy were in the bathroom. I’m shocked he didn’t take me on the bar top right then and there.” Kristel lets out a laugh, which quickly turns into one of the most delightful sounds I have ever heard.

 

“You’re a lucky bastard, you know that?” The bartender, Grant, pushes a shot toward me. “Thing is, she doesn’t belong here. Why’d you let her bait you that way?”

 

His voice distracts me from the women chattering behind me. I tap my fingers against the shot glass and shrug. “There’s just something about her. She’s got the kind of sass that I like and besides… maybe there’s more to her than meets the eye.”

 

“There aren’t any doubts about that. But dude, she worked you like you were an amateur. And now you need to deal with the consequences. For your sake, I hope they don’t get too rough. Some of the boys are still pretty loyal to Samuel.”

 

A sigh parts my lips, and I raise my eyebrows. “So I discovered. But you know…” An eyebrow lifts, and I glance back at the women. “I’m not worried. My instincts haven’t steered me wrong yet.” I tilt my head back and take down the shot. The taste of it burns my tongue and my throat, but I refrain from wincing. With a hiss, I slam the glass down on the bar top and turn back to Grant. “Nowthat’s a damn shot! Hit me again!”

 

“You got it, big boss.” He chuckles and pours me a second.

 

“Hey man… did you lose or what?” Will’s calling me from his seat a few feet away.

 

I swivel in my stool to look at him. “Nope.” With a grin, I take back the second shot. “Before the end of the night, she’ll be all over me. Guaranteed.”

 

“Cocky bugger, aren’t you?” He’s not looking at me, though; he’s got his eyes on the two brunettes. After what appears to be a reflection of indecision on his face, he gets up and walks with confidence over to the brunettes.

 

“This should be good.” Grant chuckles and wipes at the counter with a cloth to pretend like he’s working.

 

“He better not take my girl.” I fold my arms across my chest and stare with suspicion at his frequent, but entertaining gestures. They’ve moved further away, so I can’t hear anything that’s being said. Within a few minutes, though, he slides his arms around Danielle and the other dark-haired woman and walks with them toward the exit. Kristel watches them go, and I swear her body language screams that she’s nervous.

 

When she turns to look back at me, though, I see a flash of sass in her smile. She’s a great little actress, and my experience with women tells me she’s got more than a little something to hide. I give her a smirk in return and step away from the bar toward her. Some of my boys are looking at her like she’s some kind of juicy meal; I don’t want anyone touching her except for me. When I reach her side, I tangle fingers in her hair and give it a tug. My body is so close to her that I can feel the heat of her body; it makes me want to close even more distance between us.

 

“What kind of girl are you? Hmm?” My mouth touches the shell of her ear.

 

She presses against me, and I can feel her trembling. It has to be anticipation or excitement, because she’s not trying to run. “The naughty kind…” She trails her fingers down my chest and only stops when they reach the hem of my jeans. Her hand curls around the edge and tugs my hips right into her.

 

“Is that what you tell yourself?” My mouth is so close to her face that it touches several strands of her golden hair.

 

“Is there a problem with that?” She tugs at my jeans again and looks toward the bathroom behind the bar. It’s the same one her friends were in earlier, but as far as I know it’s empty now.

 

I bite down on my bottom lip and push close enough that she has to move back or fall. Her eyes grow wide, and she seems surprised by my response. Then a large smile spreads across her mouth, and she turns away from me. She glances over her shoulder and gazes into my eyes as she sashays toward the bathroom. I feel the temptation rising inside of me, but for a moment I wonder if I’m about to make a mistake. The Black Knights have just come under my leadership, and although I’ve been around motorcycle gangs a long time, I have no idea how this particular group ticks.

 

What the hell, just fuck her, I think.If you don’t, one of these other vultures will.

 

The boys are staring at her like she’s a great, big piece of meat, and I’m sure I’m looking at her the same way. The only person she’s got her eyes on, though, is me.

 

“Shit.” I lower my head and run fingers back through my hair. My face shifts into a smile, and I walk with long strides toward the bathroom. Cat-calls and whistles follow me, as well as a few choice words I vow to forget.

 

When I get to the door, it’s just whispering shut. I notice that it’s the ladies' washroom, but there’s a lock on the door. It won’t be hard to keep people out. The door gives way when I push it and step inside. Once it swings shut, I turn around and deadbolt it; no one’s getting in here unless they have a key.

 

I feel hands crawling up my back and turn around. Kristel is looking up at me, and her lips are parted in the perfect pout. All I want to do is lean down and kiss her. She scrapes her nails along my neck, and goosebumps rise in their wake. I lower my head and tilt my ear toward her. When she wraps her mouth around the lobe of my ear, I close my eyes and sigh. It’s been a while since I had a good quickie, and this woman is gorgeous. My hands glide down her sides to the hem of her shirt, but she steps away from me.

 

“Something wrong?” There’s a huskiness to my voice now. It’s not as smooth as it was back by the bar.

 

She shakes her head, and when she does those blonde tresses float as though they’re alive. I want to reach out and tangle my fingers in them, but the way she’s pulling up her shirt has me rooted to the spot. She stretches her torso up and pulls on the bottom of her shirt. In a beautiful flourish, it’s off her body and flying toward the sinks. When I see that hot, flat abdomen and those perky breasts I can’t stop myself from stalking toward her. I need her and I need her now.