Violet reads people well, and while that should be an asset to the club, I don’t like the thought of her reading anyone but me. I’ve never been selfish when it came to women, never really cared who they went to when we were done. It’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman, and maybe that’s why I’m all worked up about her. The fact that I can’t seem to get her off my mind has to be because I haven’t fucked anything but my hand since the first time I saw her with Casper.
As I sit here now, inches from her, and try not to be impressed by her knife work, I inhale through my nose, just wanting another smell of her sweetness. I want to fall down on my knees and worship her body, but I kind of want to fire her up at the same time. Get her all worked up like I am. I want to replace the indifference she has on her face right now with something more. She can hold her own, I see that now. But can she do it while her knees are weak?
“Who gave you the road name Violent Violet?” I lean into her space so our lips are almost touching, and I can feel her breath against me. “From where I’m sitting, you look like a sweet little thing just waiting for a man to take you down.”
Her cheeks heat, and I give her a cocky smile, liking that I got some emotion from her. Then the pain hits me. I cry out and double over, hitting the floor hard. The last thing I see before I black out is her combat boot stepping over me while I lie there in agony.
I can’t believe she kneed me in the balls.
3
Knox
“You awake, pretty boy?”
I groan at the sound of Casper’s voice and feel like I’m going to vomit. The pain isn’t as bad as it was, but damn, it hurts all over, not just the place she kneed me.
“Goddamn, she got you good.” She laughs like the devil. She’s fucking proud of her.
Pushing up a little, I look around the room, waiting for all the guys to give me shit, but really I’m searching for Violet. “What happened?” I feel a surge of panic when I don’t see her or anyone else.
“Basically, Violet kneeing you in the balls got her in the club. We were voting her in, no matter what, but you being passed out on the ground was really like the icing on the cake. The guys gave her the cut. She’s a prospect. Pres took her into the office for a quick meeting, and I said I’d wait around for you to wake up and find your dick.”
I sit up on the floor and put my hands between my legs. “Goddamn, Casper. Get your keys. You’re going to have to take me to your house.”
“Why?” she asks, a real look of concern crossing her face.
“I need to find a dress. I think she made me a woman,” I grunt, getting to my feet.
Cas laughs and pats me on the back. “Guess that’s what bikers do when they can’t pull pigtails on the playground anymore.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I take a few steps, making sure my dick is still attached.
“It means you two need to just fuck already and get it over with. But don’t tell Vincent I said that.” She points her finger at me and gives me a look of death. Then she looks around the room like he might possibly have heard her.
I don’t say anything in response, mostly because I’m not sure my dick could fuck anything ever again. But goddamn, does that little thing turn me on. My cock twitches with the thought of her, and I’m happy he’s not completely useless.
“Come on, Scribe. Pres wants to talk to you in his office when you think you can see straight.”
The look on Casper’s face is far too happy about my injury, but I can’t really hate her for it. I’d laugh my ass off if one of the guys got kneed in the balls by Violet. But then I get angry thinking about her knee anywhere near them and shake that thought off. Goddamn it, I’m developing a split personality disorder with her.
This has been a long time coming though, and I know it. I’ve tried to keep my distance, but the more I try to push her away, the closer I end up getting to her. Like tonight when I tried to rattle her and give her shit, she ends up kneeing me in the balls, and now I’m chasing after her. Like a goddamn puppy, I’ll follow her anywhere. I’ve always got my eyes on her.
I can hear everyone outside when I hobble over to Pres’ office. I knock on the door as I walk in, not looking around the room, just falling onto the couch and throwing my arm over my eyes.
“Goddamn, I need some ice,” I say rubbing my balls.
“I wish I had some,” Violet says. I hear a glass full of ice shaking, and I groan at the sound.
Lifting my arm, I look over to see her sitting in front of Pres’ desk, and him behind it trying to muffle a laugh. I want to punch him in the face, but I daresay I’m not in the state to do much at the moment with my balls still up in my stomach.