Chapter 2

Silk

Two weeks later I sat at the clubhouse bar and glared at the bottles that lined the back wall. Eagle’s gaze burned into my back, but I didn’t care. That sexy, badass biker got me put on fucking lockdown so I’m pointedly ignoring him while I get falling-down drunk.

“Gimme another one, Taz.”

The prospect manning the bar was Eagle’s buddy. Naturally. I couldn’t seem to get away from the bastard lately. It had been nearly a year since Eagle and his buddies Mac and Taz became prospects. I couldn’t wait for them to get patched in so they didn’t have prospect jobs that meant the three of them were constantly in my damn face.

“Here ya go, doll.”

I chuckled as I realized Taz’s sexy Aussie accent sounded better and better the more I drank. He had light, sandy-colored hair, clipped up the sides and a little longer on the top. Jarhead. Taz was the only one of the three that had kept his high and tight cut. His eyes showed he’d been to war. Literally. I often saw the shadows that would pass over his baby blues when I looked into his eyes. He did a good job hiding his pain behind his wicked sense of humor, but I could see he was only showing the world a small part of himself. Hopefully, once he patched in, he’d open up to his club brothers and let himself enjoy life a little more. It was one of the great things about MC life. Everyone here had your back, guaranteed.

I snatched up the shot and threw it back, barely noticing the burn anymore as I slammed it back down.

“Again.”

“No.”

That last shot had my head buzzing, but not so much I missed the growled command from over by the door. I spun my stool to glare at him, and had to grip the side of the bar so I didn’t fall on my ass. Taz’s laughter filled the air, but I ignored him.

“You ain’t the boss of me, prossspect.”

When I slurred the last word, he smirked over at me. Dammit. It was Friday night and the clubhouse was packed. He shouldn’t have been able to even hear me from where he stood, let alone keep eyes on me all bloody night to know how much I’d drunk.

“C’mon, Tazzz. Give me one more? Please.”

I batted my eyes the way I did with my uncle. It always used to work...

“Sorry, doll. Big man says no.”

With a pout, I scowled at him. “Eagle doesn’t fuckin’ get a say in what I do.”

“When Bulldog puts him in charge of you, he does.”

My temper flared and burned off some of my buzz. Pushing away from the bar, I started doing the rounds to find my dear uncle. How dare he? It was bad enough they tricked me into coming here tonight, then locked my ass down when I tried to leave. Now they wanted to prevent me from having a little fun too? No fucking way. I marched toward the back hallway. If Aunt Rose was still here, they’d be out the back sitting around the fire pit.

By the time I made it to where I could feel the heat of the fire, my alcohol buzz had completely disappeared. Pissed off that I couldn’t even be left alone to get drunk–or stay that way–I stormed around the yard, but there was no sign of my uncle or aunt. I couldn’t see any of the other old ladies either, so I figured they must have all left already. That was normally how Friday nights went. All the partnered-up members left with their old ladies and kids before the really wild shit started up. The Charons may have gone mostly legal, but they hadn’t left the sexual debauchery behind.

With a sigh I moved back inside. I’d have a quick check in the main rooms to see if Uncle Clint had hung back for some reason. As the VP, he sometimes stayed behind for club business. And if I couldn’t find him, I was aiming at finding Scout. The club President would deal with my fucking shadow, who I could still feel watching me.

I made it two steps inside the door of the closed room before a low growl came from behind me. Unsure what Eagle was going to do, I quickly looked around the room for anyone who had the power to order my guard dog to heel. I rolled my eyes at some of the club whores who were naked and being fucked by two or three guys each. This was why I’d wanted to go home an hour ago. I knew nothing happened here that wasn’t one-hundred-percent consensual, but that didn’t mean I wanted to watch the shit go down.

“You don’t need to be in there, babe.”

I straightened my shoulders, and because I knew it would piss him off, strode deeper into the room. I didn’t want to be here, but somehow annoying Eagle was more important than my discomfort at finding myself in the middle of an orgy. I knew no one would try anything with me. I was wearing my cut with my Daughter of the Club patch sewn on front and center. Well, front and to the side, really. That patch screamed loud and clear that if you weren’t thinking “I want her for my old lady”, then you didn’t touch.

A few low curse words were my only warning. Eagle came to stand in front of me, blocking my view, then faster than I could track, he had his shoulder against my stomach and I was over the damn man’s shoulder like a fucking sack of potatoes, then he strolled out into the hallway.

“Put. Me. Down!”

“No way. Not until I get your fine ass up to your room. Bulldog will have me castrated if he finds out I even let you step foot in that room. What the fuck, Silk? You know better.”

“I was looking for Bulldog or Scout to order you off my ass. I don’t need a fucking bodyguard! Especially here inside the damn clubhouse. And especially one that won’t even let me have a few drinks. Put me down already!”

He had his arm firmly banded around my legs so I couldn’t kick him, and my fists thumping his back wasn’t affecting him one bit. Stupid leather cut was protecting him from my blows. Not that I’d be able to do damage to him, even without the leather. He was a former marine for fuck’s sake. Unless I had a sledgehammer to hit him with, he wouldn’t feel anything I did to him.

A few catcalls and whistles followed us as he calmly strode through the clubhouse and headed upstairs to the private bedrooms. My breath caught in my throat when he stopped in front of my room and proceeded to unlock the damn door.

“How the fuck did you get a key to my room?”

Fury heated my body as he strode into my room like he owned the damn place. After kicking my door shut, he allowed me to slide down his front. I did my best to ignore how good his hard muscles felt as I brushed past them. The second my feet hit the floor I took a big step back.

“Answer me!”

“I slipped it out of your pocket when I grabbed you downstairs.”

I growled at him when he shrugged like it was no big deal. I patted my back pocket, and sure enough, it was empty.

“Fuck you. You have no right! Give it back and get out.”

I could not believe how this night was going. And if Eagle thought I would even look his way after this, he had another think coming. I’d been waiting for him to patch in and not be off limits anymore. Sure, I’d intended to make him work for it, but I’d intended to give in eventually. Not anymore. If he was going to be all caveman like this, he could just piss off.

He dropped my key into my waiting palm but didn’t leave. He stood, returning my glare with one of his own. He also had his jaw clenched tightly and his left eye had this small twitch. Eagle was beyond mad, and that just pushed my temper higher. What the hell did he have to be angry about?

“What are you so pissed about? You can come and go as you please. You’re even allowed in all the rooms of this damn place!”

He shook his head. “Not all the rooms. Not yet.”

Ah, of course. A prospect wasn’t allowed in Church except for special occasions. Suddenly I had an idea as to why he was so mad. Well, aside from the fact he was pulling me out of whore central a few minutes ago.

“You don’t know why I’m on lockdown either, do you?”

He clenched his jaw tight enough I started to worry he’d crack a tooth, before he huffed out a breath.

“Just… Stay here in your room for the rest of the night. Okay?”

“Or what? You’ll haul me back up here like some naughty kid?”

I don’t know why I was pushing him tonight, but I couldn’t stop.

“Ain’t nothing about you that’s child-like, Silk.”

I licked my lips at his change in tone and his hard gaze tracked the movement. The air between us all but crackled with tension.

“Fuck it.”

Before he finished speaking he had me pressed up against the wall, then his mouth was on mine. His lips were soft, and oh, so fucking smooth. When he pulled back a little, I nipped at his lower lip before licking over it. He growled, and gripping my hips, moved me up the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist and groaned when my pussy came up against his hard cock. The layers of denim did nothing to stop the heat I felt radiating from him. I drove my hands into his hair and moaned. It was as silky as I’d predicted. He took my mouth again, his tongue dancing with mine as he devoured me, all the anger and fury twisting into something sexual.

So much for playing hard to get...

Eagle

Fuck me. I knew better than this. Knew she was off limits until after I patched in, but I couldn’t resist taking at least a small taste. Not when she was all riled up and sexy as fuck. And having her over my shoulder earlier had flipped some switch in me I didn’t think I could turn off. I’d hated that she’d been in the room where the whores were doing their thing. She was above that behavior. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was still a virgin, with the way the club, especially Bulldog and Scout, kept a close eye on her, I struggled to see how she could have managed to spend enough time with any man to get kissed, let alone laid.

When she’d been in that room, I could tell she didn’t like what was happening in there, and I suspected she only went so far in because she was trying to rile me up. Well, she’d gotten me riled all right.

I pulled away a fraction, and she stayed leaning against the wall. My hands were still holding her hips and I gave her a squeeze as she continued to run her fingers through my hair. Fuck, her touch felt so damn good. I stared down at her flushed face, her lips dark red from my kissing her roughly. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and it drew my full attention to her breasts. She had perfect tits, and I really wanted to see them naked. Wanted to wrap my mouth around her nipples and bite and lick until she was writhing against me.

One of her hands left my hair and trailed down my chest, lighting a fire in its wake. She had a tight black tank on under her cut so I could see she had ink from her wrist all the way up over her shoulder–huge, detailed, red roses with black and gray curly shit around them. The contrast looked fucking amazing. When she wrapped her fingers over the top of my waistband, shit got real. As much as it pained me to do so, I couldn’t let this go further.

Bulldog would kill me. Well, he’d try to kill me.

I didn’t have my damn top rocker yet.

The patch on her cut stood out like a beacon, sitting next to her luscious tits that I wanted so much. A blood-red heart with barbed wire wrapped around it. A Daughter of the Club patch. It made her untouchable to the likes of me.

“Fuckin’ hell.”

I pulled her legs from around my waist and forced myself to turn away from her.

“You can’t leave me like this.”

I glanced down at the large bulge in the front of my jeans. My cock wasn’t real happy at being left like this either.

“No choice, sweetheart. Like you keep telling me, I’m nothing but a prospect. Not good enough for a Daughter of the Club. No one can know what we just did. You hear me? You tell Bulldog about this, and I’m gone.”

I’d probably get the beat-down of my life on the way out too. I might have all the training and experience the USMC gave me, but these bikers could play fucking dirty when they needed to, and I didn’t doubt they’d find a way to take me down. But I didn’t tell her that. As much as I knew Silk had grown up in the club, I didn’t want to scare her in that way.

“I know when to keep my mouth shut, Eagle.”

She looked so fucking fragile standing there in the middle of her room. She’d moved forward from the wall and was finger combing her long blonde curls that I’d messed up. I couldn’t just walk out. I knew I should. But that’s not what I did. No, like a lovesick fool, I took two long strides and pulled her against me, holding her close as I breathed in against her hair. She felt so right pressed against me. I just needed a little patience to wait for the right time to claim her.

“The second I get my fucking top rocker, I’m coming for you.”

I pressed a kiss to her forehead as she frowned up at me, then spun on my heel and stormed out of her room, making sure the door shut behind me. Running my fingers through my hair, I made my way down to the bar.

“Hey, mate. Things not go well?”

Of course, Taz knew how I felt about Silky and the bastard had way too much fun constantly harassing me about it.

“Just give me a couple beers so I can get back up there.”

He grinned, but thankfully stayed silent as he passed over a couple of bottles. I stomped my way back up and made myself comfortable on the floor beside her door. It was going to be a long fucking night, but I needed to make sure she didn’t try to slip away before morning. I was grateful the rooms were upstairs and too high for her to make a jump from her window safely. Otherwise, I would have had to find someone to stay on guard out there too.

I scrubbed a hand over my face before I popped the top off one of the bottles. Taking a deep drink, I stared up at the wall in front of me. I was fairly certain her uncle knew I was feeling Silk. I hadn’t exactly hidden my interest, but I had been a good boy and kept my hands to myself. At least until tonight.

For the last two weeks I’d been asking around, trying to work out why Silk needed such close guarding but no one would talk. It was beginning to really piss me off. All I’d discovered from my questions was that every year at this time Silk would disappear for a week or so, alone. Apparently, this year Bulldog didn’t want her going for some reason, hence the lockdown. I knew Silk thought I’d caused this, but it was all her uncle’s doing. Once she was at work tomorrow, I was planning on calling Bulldog, and if he refused to answer me I’d put a call into Scout.

It made it near impossible to keep her protected her when I didn’t know what the fuck I was protecting her from.