Goldie(Night Rebels MC Romance Book 4)(10)

Goldie, Brutus, Army, Chains, and Skull were throwing back shots and shooting the breeze when Eagle approached them. "Do any of you have a joint?"

Goldie pulled one out and handed it to him.

"Thanks, dude. Can you spare another one? I saw this hot-as-fuck chick and want to have a spare in case she wants one. This babe is so fuck-worthy."

Army turned around and looked out at the crowd. "Really? I bet it's the chick who sucked my cock earlier. She's a hot one. Is she a redhead?"

"No. She's got light brown hair and the most fuckin' blue eyes I've ever seen. I gotta have this one."

"Where's she at?" Goldie asked.

"Right over there." Eagle pointed to a table toward the front of the bar. "The one with the four chicks."

Goldie glanced over and a jolt of desire tore through him. Hailey. "You talking about the one with the black top?"

"Yeah. The tight-as-hell black top that shows off her tits real well."

Army whistled under his breath. "She's definitely hot. I wonder if we can get her to come to our parties. And she can bring her friends. They're good too."

"Definitely prime piece of ass," Brutus said as Chains and Skull nodded.

"I'm gonna see if she's into bikers." Eagle started to move away but Goldie pulled him back. "What the fuck?" Anger darkened his brown eyes.

"You're not going to get near her." Goldie's tone was matter-of-fact.

"Why the hell not? I saw her first, so you gotta find some other chick to fuck." Eagle jerked away from him.

Body tensing, Goldie crossed his arms and glared at Eagle. "I know her. Pick another pussy."

Eagle widened his eyes. "You're fuckin' bullshitting because you want her."                       
       
           



       

"When have you known me to bullshit?" Goldie's jaw twitched.

"He's got a point there," Brutus said.

"Goldie always tells it straight," Skull added.

Eagle and Goldie stood breathing noisily, their gazes boring into each other's. Finally, Eagle broke eye contact and stepped back. "She's all yours, dude. No sense in getting pissed over pussy. Where's the redhead you mentioned?" he asked, turning to Army.

Their conversation became muffled in Goldie's ears as he lit a joint and watched Hailey. After a few minutes, he tossed it to the floor, grinding it out with the toe of his boot. Reaching behind him, he grabbed his glass of Jack Daniels, threw it back, then made his way over to Hailey's table.

As he approached, he recognized one of the blonde women as the one who was with her at the tattoo parlor the weekend before. The blonde glanced up and smiled at him. She probably thinks I'm hitting on her. Then she said something to Hailey, who looked over her shoulder just as he reached their table.

"Hey," he said in her ear as he bent down low.

"Hi." Her cheeks rose with her grin and her eyes shimmered.

"Can I join you?" He pulled out a chair and sat down before she answered.

Hailey pointed to the three women. "This is Claudia. She was with me when I came into your shop. And this is Sera and Aubree." Pointing to him, she said, "And this is … ." She giggled. "I don't know your name."

"Goldie." He pushed his chair closer to hers. She smelled like the beach: sandy, sunny, and a briny tang. It washed over him like a cool breeze and reminded him of when his grandparents had taken him and his siblings to Disneyland and Laguna Beach one summer long ago.

"I'm Hailey."

He smiled. I know who you are, sweet girl. "Can I get you ladies a round of drinks?" They all nodded and he called the waitress over.

"I'm pretty tipsy," Hailey said in his ear. Her warm breath made his dick wake up. "It's funny that I ran into you again. First at Chianti's and now here. I wonder if the universe is trying to tell us something." She held his gaze with those beautiful eyes. "Maybe we should do something about it."

Lust surged through him. "Like what?" He placed his hand on hers.

"I dunno. Maybe go out on a date? Do you date?"

He chuckled. "Not often. Depends on whether the woman's worth the time."

"Am I?"

"Oh yeah …  you're absolutely worth the time." Remember Ryan. Fuck, this shit is hard.

"So … ?" Her glossy pink lips parted.

Ryan, in full battle gear, floated in front of him. His best buddy was in Afghanistan fighting in one-hundred-plus degrees and he was here in an air-conditioned bar, hitting on his bud's sister. Ryan trusted him. Fuck!

Sliding his hand off hers, he pulled away, then stood up. "I gotta get back to my party, ladies. Have a good time." He ignored Hailey's fallen face and walked back over to his brothers.

"Struck out with the hottie?" Army asked.

"Leave it alone." Goldie threw him a hard look. He felt her staring at him, but he made himself ignore her as he talked with Steel and Paco. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her walk down the hallway to the bathrooms. He watched Sangre's hungry eyes devour her as she'd passed. When Sangre headed in the same direction she had, he cursed under his breath before he went after him.

"It's a fuckin' good party. This place is teeming with hot chicks. I just saw a sweet piece of ass and I'm gonna see if she's as willing as I am to party." Sangre chuckled.

"The one who just came down here?" Goldie asked. Sangre nodded. "She's with me."

"Really? I didn't know that. You've been hangin' out with the brothers most of the time."

"That doesn't mean shit. I told you she's with me. That's all you fuckin' need to know."

"Don't talk shit to me or we're gonna have a problem." Sangre flexed his muscles and took a step toward Goldie.

Goldie clenched his fists as the adrenaline began to pump through him. And then he saw her coming out of the ladies' room. "Just chill, okay. I'm just pissed about shit. Nothing with you. I let it spill over. She's really with me. I know her."

Sangre glanced down the hall as she came toward them. He clasped Goldie's shoulder. "No worries. Later." Then he sauntered off.

Hailey turned her head away from him and brushed past him, but he reached out and grabbed her arm, bringing her crashing against him.                       
       
           



       

"What the fuck is your problem?" she said.

"I left the table kinda fast. I don't want you to think I'm some kind of jerk."

"Too late. I already think you are." She yanked her arm back, but he held her firmly, pulling her with him as he walked down the hall.

"Where are you taking me?" Fear laced her voice.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. We can't talk with all the noise."

"There's nothing to talk about. It's obvious you aren't interested in me. I made a fool of myself. End of story. Nice knowing you."

He kicked open one of the doors and pulled her inside. Swinging her around, he pushed her back against the wall. Cupping her chin, he tilted her head back, his gaze searching hers. "Not interested? Fuck that."

He tilted his head down and pressed his lips against hers. They were smooth, soft, and silky as shit, and he knew he was a goner-one taste would never be enough. Hungrily, he slipped her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked hard, knowing he was leaving his mark. A guttural moan escaped from deep in her throat, and it went straight to his cock that was punching to get out.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him closer to her, and he pressed into her softness, loving the way she felt in his arms, the way her scent wound around him, tangling around his dick. As her lips parted more, he slipped his tongue inside to taste and feel her. Her fast breathing filled his ears, and he ran his hand over her hips and glided it over that perfect ass of hers. Cupping the cheek, he gripped hard, careful not to touch the one he'd recently tattooed. Hailey rubbed herself against his throbbing cock and he thought he'd lose it. His cock was so hard that it hurt. He wanted nothing more than to have her full lips around it, sucking the shit out of it as he pumped fast and hard.

The door swung open and, out of instinct, he jumped to attention, reaching for the knife in his cut's inside pocket. One of the waitresses smiled at him. "Sorry. We're out of napkins." After grabbing two large packs, she said over her shoulder, "Go back to what you were doing." The door closed behind her.

Goldie looked at Hailey, who was still against the wall. Her hair was disheveled and her lips were a bit swollen and glossy from his kiss. Raising her hand, she brushed the strands of hair away from her face, then looked down at her fingers.

Way to go, asshole. "I gotta get back out there." His voice filled the space between them.

"Sure. Me too. I'm sure my friends are wondering where I am." She moved away from the wall and walked to the door.

He looped his arms around her waist from behind. "About the kiss, I-"

A nervous laugh spilled out. "No worries. We've both had a lot to drink. Well, I mean, I did. Gotta go." She untangled his arms from her, opened the door, and disappeared into the hallway.