“She’s not you, love.” – Grinder

 

 

The strains of Def Leppard - Pour Some Sugar on Me boomed from each of the wall speakers. Through his drunken stupor, Grinder could feel the vibrations travel into his boots, up his legs, that shit pounded in his chest with a steady thrum. One of the prospects in charge of the music at least had good taste. If Capone was doing the tunes, fuck, they’d all be doing the salsa. 

He swayed and it had nothing to do with the music. The floor shifting under him in sticky undulations.

Maybe he’d lay off the booze and switch back to the green, he’d have a couple more smokes and crash out.

Taking the tilt out of his body, Grinder leaned his bulk up against the edge of the chrome bar, slow blinking sleepy eyes surveying his club and everyone in it. Tonight, had been crazy as fuck, no one threw a party like an MC. A whole half of a hog had been roasted outside in the custom-made pit, someone had found fireworks in September from a guy he knew, wisely, everyone had stepped back out of the way when Pretty-boy let those things off in case a stray wanted to fly into the crowd, he’d tested so much green he was now tasting colors.

Liquor flowed like that Jesus river Ruby had told him about that one night they sat around at Preacher’s house after the game, he didn’t remember which river, but it was a lotta fucking booze he knew that, he’d taken full advantage until his belly felt as though with every step he took was sloshing inside his skin, he was gonna be pissing out pure whiskey. Groupies congregated everywhere as f a brother had bussed in more than usual, most he didn’t even recognize to put a name to them, tits and ass for days.

The party was jam-packed. If they cared for the law, the local fire chief would probably close the place down for over capacity, the locals, retired members and their old ladies mingled with the patched in boys. An MC sure knew how to enjoy every hedonistic second.

Grinder tapped his ring fingers on the bar, noticed Lawless skulking like a shadow over in one of the corners, these sort of club parties were never his scene, he preferred to keep himself to himself, though he lurked on the fringes sipping his one drink and watching.

Rider and Zara down the other end, cozier than he’d ever seen them, and for a pair who were big on the PDA that was saying something. Zara was whispering something to the prez, he was leaning down to reach the tiny woman he loved, both were grinning. Intimacy all over their faces.

Something like jealousy slicked through Grinder’s full gut. He had to shift his eyes away when Rider moved his hand and cupped Z-girl’s rounded belly. A possessive papa already.

His gaze moved through the crowd, it said a lot about him being desensitised to other women currently since seeing a chick feeding her tit into the mouth of a brother didn’t twinge a flicker of lust.

Maybe when he was sobering he’d kick his own ass for the incessant pity parties he was throwing himself, but for now he brooded against the bar, watching his friends hump and grind with casual women, finding dark corners to do a bit more than that, a few month ago that would more than likely have been him.

Ironically, since he was never a slave for the pink and the wet, now all he hungered to be was a goddamn slave on his knees head buried under Luxe’s skirt lapping at her wetness, worshiping until she screamed yanking his hair out at the roots.

His body stirred, he adjusted his dick behind the zipper before it cut the blood supply off and sighed.  

“Hey, handsome. Can I bring you anything?”

A dark-haired woman, mid-twenties maybe, with a smile flushing her face sidled up to his arm. Cocking his head, if he squinted he could almost pretend she was Luxe, couldn’t he? This one was taller. His thief was a page of perfect sexiness his tongue wetted for.

A hand landed on his forearm, slid up to his bare bicep and stayed there.

“Nah, I’m good.” He assumed he said, the words slurped off the end of his tongue.

He was watching Preacher get his freak on with his old lady on the dance floor, mouth lifted in a grin, his buddy was a show-off for his woman.

“You sure, babe? I can get you anything you want.” Grinder would have to be dead in his grave for a month not to catch the lilt of sex invite oozing out of her glossed lips. He concentrated on her face, trying to bring it into full focus.

He could lose himself in her body, couldn’t he? Just pump and empty, forget the dirty rotten thief had ever existed, forget the hours they spent together when she’d used his body into exhaustion.

Like his body recognized just who was on Grinder’s mind it grew harder, painfully so, wanting only one woman despite the one at his side pushing her tits into his ribs. “We can have some fun, if you want.”

He did want. So, fucking much. From a woman who drove him nuts.

With a hard swallow, he bit back the arousal pounding between his ears picturing Luxe’s lush mouth on the woman in front of him.

It was so wrong.

“What’s your name?” he didn’t really care, he asked because it was what you did. The blurred image of her face smiled flirtatiously, her hand stroking his arm, up into his hair. To stop her going further Grinder gripped the top of her arm. She moaned. It felt all wrong in his grasp. “I’m Dani.”

Dani. It sounded nothing like Luxe.

Is that what he needed to rid himself of the cloying hunger, to feast on someone brand new that wasn’t a thief? It was a trick old as time, wasn’t it? Just a simple groupie who would open her legs and accept every hard ram of his body.

He grew sick to his stomach considering it, somehow feeling like he would be cheating on Luxe. Fuck. Fuck. Luxe wasn’t his, she didn’t belong to him and she certainly didn’t want to own him, he wasn’t even sure he wanted that, it was the hazy lust doing his thinking, and as far as she was concerned Grinder had been a fun dick to twirl on for a few hours, she didn’t know of his year-long obsession.

Without making his intentions known to her, he’d tied himself to the thief and expected her to instinctively know this and go along with his brilliant plans. For fucks sake, he needed that ass kicking more than ever.

“You’re so handsome. Really fucking handsome, I love your beard.” Blurred faced Dani told him, moving closer to him, her lower half rubbing against his body, giving off purrs that blended into the music and noise of the crowd. Gripping both forearms, rather than pushing her away, he dragged her closer, bent his head, letting it hang there, she breathed out a sex-kitten purr and he smelled the weed on her clothes, the alcohol on her breath, mixed with the heady scent of her perfume, she was sex all over, probably had been with some of his brothers, maybe even tonight, it was the groupies MO, if they couldn’t hook one brother they moved on easily to the next, he was down with a woman and her sexual appetite, he held no judgment. It was always a mutually using of each other. No groupie was mistreated, Rider had made that shit clear to everyone from day one if a man needed reminding, but in the same vain they were not treated as old ladies either.

Old ladies were to be treasured like the rarest fucking gems.

“Why are you here, Dani?” He asked, voice hoarse with tiredness.

“I..” she hesitated. “For fun, baby,” lust gathered in her throat so wet and ripe he could practically hear it rattling. Did she think she was gonna have fun with him? Right here in front of everyone? Just fuck her into the bar?

He could.

He could do that.

Rid himself of the need for another.

His goddamn pining dick would do as he was told and fuck where Grinder told him to. None of this a particular sweet tasting pussy bullshit. He’d had enough.

Swaying up to his full height, pushing himself from the bar he towered over Demi...wait ... Dani, that was it. “Fun, babe? That’s why you’re at my club, is it?”

“Oh, yeah.” She purred in his face.

Her dark hair was all wrong. Not as straight, not as soft. Didn’t smell of the same flowers.

Was his Luxe with Steele right now? Someone else? Was she hungering for his dick right now? wishing for Grinder between her gorgeous, perfect legs?

His growl came up his throat. The driving hunger within him was so goddamn palpable he was close to feeling out of control, booze and weed aside. His head buzzed, not from the high, but a dirty rotten thief telling him to slam into her harder and faster.

Harder, Nathan. Oh, Dios mio, Harder.

He wanted a distraction, something to take the edge off him feeling so unruly and dangerous within his own skin, like he was a firecracker ready to escape the trajectory course and go rogue. She was fucking with more than his head.

Fuck. if only she would.

Fuck. Fuck it. Curses dropped, he dug a thumb into his eye socket to stop himself from seeing Luxe sprawled out on his bed. “Fuck. You’re not her, are you, babe? Not her.” He muttered more to himself.

“Who? I can be anyone you want me to be, baby. Anyone, you just tell me, we can have fun, you and me, can’t we?” Tits scraped his chest, hands toyed at his belt and Grinder swayed in his boots, the sloshing in his gut didn’t let up, his head was swimming so fucking much he felt like he was under water, the music dulling in his ears. The batch of weed had been strong, too much booze, he’d drank like he was in a competition with his own subconscious, the first one to pass out wins.

Hands rolled up his chest, caught around the back of his neck. Memories assaulted his fogged brain, that one dirty memory fighting to get through. “She did that, felt so good... Fuck…don’t do that.” his head lolled on his neck, heavy as a rock.

Purr. Purr. Purr. “I can deal with this for you.” Bold fingers cupped his hardness.

His groan turned dark picturing different fingers shaping his cock and pumping him until he’d lost his mind and his come all over his belly and her little pleased laugh so fucking delighted for making him lose himself.

Perfume stinking up his nostrils to confuse him.

He blinked slowly and brought the face in front of him into focus. She wasn’t right, didn’t feel right against his chest, the shape was all wrong, not as soft.

His mouth anchored down right there in grabbing distance if that was what he wanted to happen. He sucked in her breath, she didn’t taste anything like a flawless thief.

A gravelly request tumbled out of his lips. “Do you speak Spanish, babe?”