Renee didn’t know how many beers she had consumed, but she already felt a buzz, her body heat had increased, and beads of sweat trickled between her breasts. Weasel still held her closely, his hand right above her ass, his touch possessive, heated.

If she had thought she could have kept her relationship with him a secret, she was a fool. Especially since they were at the clubhouse and all eyes were on them, the feeling of those gazes making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

“I feel like everybody is watching us,” she said against his neck, the scent of his cologne, leather, and all male aroma making her even more aroused.

“That’s because everyone is watching us,” he said on a low growl, the vibrations traveling right to the center of her body. “But let them see it. Let them watch. I want them to know you’re mine. I wanted them to know that since the moment you gave yourself over to me.”

This chill raced over her body despite the fact she was overheated. She was buzzed enough, aroused even, to suggest going to one of the back rooms. But that’s not what tonight was about.

She pulled away and looked into his face. His eyes were half-mast, his pupils dilated. He leaned in close, right by her ear, his warm breath tickling the shell.

“I could take you right now and it wouldn’t be enough.” He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear, causing her heart to skip a beat. “I could pull you into one of the back rooms, devour you until I was drunk from the flavor and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

She wanted him right then and there, but tonight was not the night for that. She wanted to make things good with the club, and if they were going to know she was with Weasel, she didn’t want it to be in a lewd, crude manner. They had plenty of time for that, hopefully even tonight.

She smiled up at him and ran her finger along his lip. “Let me go to the bathroom and maybe we can talk about how we can officially tell people about us, if you want?” There was no point in trying to deny or hide it. Not when they had just been grinding for the last twenty minutes.

“Don’t be too long, baby.”

She walked away before he could pull her back in, before she could hope he yanked her back to his hard body. She ran her fingers along her temple, feeling beads of sweat from their passionate dance. The room slightly spun, not because she was totally wasted, but because she had a good buzz, her body was heated, and also because she felt like she was high on the arousal.

When she got to the bathroom and shut the door behind her, she leaned against it and exhaled. Her heart was beating hard and fast. She stared at her reflection and could see this glow on her face. If they didn’t know her and Weasel were together already, they’d find out soon enough.

Or maybe they just thought she was sharing his bed, a one-time thing, just a fling for both of them?

She used the facility and washed her hands, letting the cold water move along her fingers and palms. Renee stared at her reflection again, her eyes big, her hair slightly mussed. After splashing some water on her face to cool herself down, she grabbed the towel and dried off, feeling happiness fill her.

She smiled at herself in the mirror and then turned and opened the bathroom door. She was focused on her hands when she stepped outside and ran right into somebody.

The air left her and she stumbled backward, reaching for the doorframe to balance herself. When she glanced up she saw a younger man standing in front of her, the leather vest he wore stating he was a Prospect of the club.

He swerved a little bit, his eyes glassy and bloodshot, the stench of booze coming from him like a slap to the face. He looked her up and down, and although she’d never seen him before she had a feeling he knew who she was.

As if he read her mind his top lip curled up in a sneer. He took a step closer but she held her ground, not sure what he planned but not about to take his shit.

Being Vengeance’s sister had made her strong. It had taught her not to put up with other people’s crap.

“You’re that fucking bitch that had the falling out with the club.”

Renee wouldn’t have called it a falling out, but even so she wasn’t sure what it was of his concern since she’d never seen him before. Maybe he heard something in the past, rumors that made him think he knew her or knew the situation?

She tried to move past him because she was not about to get into an altercation with a drunken idiot, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her backward. The movement was so sudden that she slammed into the wall, her head cracking back and pain shooting up her spine.

A small sound of shock and pain left her, and she instinctively lifted her hand and held the back of her head.

“The fact you think you can come here, that you’re welcome is fucking hilarious.”

He was right in front of her, his warm, humid breath wafting on her face. But before she could say or do anything, his body was suddenly away from hers and tossed across the room. She blinked a few times and stared at Weasel, his body big, imposing, and the anger radiating off him like rays from the sun.

She didn’t know what was about to happen but it couldn’t be good.