Morgan

It’s time for the clubhouse party a week later, and I’m anxious to see Mick. I haven’t seen him more than in passing with everyone around. Crystal told me that he stopped by after my big messy, drunken disaster. I thought it had been just a dream. I can’t believe he came to see me. I probably was a total smelly mess. He probably came by to chew me out for destroying his hard work, but I was too sick for him to yell at.

“Morgan, I can’t go. I’m so pissed that he would do this to me.” Crystal’s gate-crashing the party because my dickhead brother pulled a dumb move and not tell her about the pre-planned party. She’s hurt, but I know Boomer wouldn’t do anything intentionally to hurt her.

“I know my brother. There’s got to be a reason. I’m sure it’s because he doesn’t want any of the guys to steal you away. He’s a bit crazy when it comes to you.”

“How are you hanging in there? Are you sure you want to see him?”

“I’m not worried about my brother,” I toss out as we get ready.

She stops in front of me, grabs my shoulders, and glares at me with all seriousness. “You know I’m not talking about him.” She’s become such a good friend in a short time that I’m afraid things won’t work out between her and my brother. Especially if my brother keeps making boneheaded moves.

“I’m afraid he’ll meet one of the bitches that show up.” I hate the feeling that he’ll find someone. It hits me every time another woman comes around.

“Tons of other women will be there?” she asks me.

I shake my head as I check over my appearance. “Not really, but it helps to have a little mixed company. The guys wouldn’t need a party if it were just them. It would be just a regular gathering. They don’t hook up in the clubhouse. It’s strictly forbidden.”

“Well, that’s one bonus, but he still lied to me.”

“Good, gut check his ass and walk around like a hot sexy chick you are in front of his friends. He’ll lose his shit. It’ll be a perfect lesson learned.”

“Well let’s do this.” I’m not ready, but I use Crystal as my reason to get in and see Mick. I can go even if Boomer doesn’t like me being around his guys like that, but it’s a party. And I’ve learned my lesson with drinking. I’m not touching that shit again.

Once we pull up, there’s no turning back. It’s cool because I want Mick to react as well. I need him, and if he came to see me, it has to be more than just a brotherly bond. I know it. I’ve got on a killer mini-skirt with an off the shoulder green top. I know that my brother is going to go apeshit on me, but Crystal’s going to distract him.

"You know he's going to be pissed when he sees what you're wearing,” he says, tilting his head toward my revealing outfit.

"My brother is overprotective, Beast,” I complain, flipping my hair to the side.

"Yeah him, too," he mutters, stepping aside to let us pass. Boss gives her a once over, appreciating her curves. I’m sure my plan is absolutely going to work now. Boomer is going to lose his shit.

I smirk then make introductions. "This is my friend, Crystal. Crystal, this is Beast and Boss." They both smile at Crystal suggestively, but I deliver the bad news with a sugary sweet grin, "Oh fellas, I know she's fine, and all, but Boomer will probably rip your balls off if you keep eyeing her. Just a fair warning."

"Oh shit. My bad," Beast stammers, then steps aside to let us in. There’s another door to get inside, and one of my brother’s prospects holds it open for us. I give him a wink and shake my head before he gets any ideas where Crystal’s concerned.

Crystal clings to me as we step in, but then my fuckhead of a brother has one of the bitches clinging to his arm. I know he’s not interested, but I can sense tension and resignation pouring off Crystal. She lets go and heads straight to the bar. I don’t follow because my brother is ready to kill and I’m at the top of his list.

I peruse the room to check out who’s here. I get to where Mick is standing with a beer in his hands and his eyes trained on me. He’s the only one not focused on my brother and his girl. I’ve never seen his eyes like that. Mick’s insanely pissed off. I arch my brow at him, then walk over and sit down next to Sammie and Doc. We talk about my plans, and I mention the coffee shop. Mick tilts his head, and there’s something different in his eyes. He has a slight smile. One of the prospects offers me a drink, and Mick shakes his head, but I ignore his glare. “Can you grab me a coke?”

“Sure thing, Ms. Steele.” Mick doesn’t understand that my brother would expect them to treat me special. The prospect is back in less than a minute. The entire time, Mick’s eyes never leave me. He has dipped them downward, admiring my legs, then lifting his gaze until he gets to my face. He stretches his legs, and I can see a slight bulge because my eyes went directly to that spot.

My brother comes around with Crystal clasped tightly to his side. He makes quick intros to everyone, and I do my best to hold back a laugh, but it doesn’t work. “Morgan, I’ll deal with your ass in a minute,” he says, pointing his finger at me. I smirk but brush it off.

They’re gone after a few minutes, and that’s when I head into the club kitchen. No one’s in there, but I hear boots behind me. I shiver because I know the sound of his cadence. Opening the fridge, I bend down and reach for the lowest can of Pepsi in there, giving him a better view of my ass. And I hear him groan before inching closer.