Snake's Addiction(30)

He was going to be the envy of every single guy at the club.

“I don’t wear short skirts or any revealing stuff. This is all I have. I wore it for dinner with the family a year ago. I’ve not worn it since.”

His mouth was dry as she turned. The back dipped down, showing a little flesh. There wasn’t enough to show off the bra she was wearing. Was she even wearing panties?

“Do I look okay?” she asked. Her hands went to her hips, and then her fingers locked together in front of her.

“You’re beautiful.” He stood up and closed the distance between them. Wrapping his hands around her body, he pulled her closer. She was so fucking sexy. Sexy and hot and he couldn’t keep his hands off her. “Damn, baby, I don’t want to take you to the party.” He slid his hand down to her ass. There wasn’t even a sign of a thong. He pushed his hand up the inside of the dress.

“Snake!”

She was bare and wet to the touch.

“Will you stop that?” Jessica pushed him away. He licked the cream off his fingers.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“And you keep saying that. How do I look? Will I fit in?”

“You’re going to stick out, baby. Every man will want you tonight. The sweet-butts are going to hate your ass.” He tugged her close, pressing his nose against her neck. Breathing her in, he rubbed his cock against her stomach. “Do you feel what you do to me?”

She moaned, and he gripped her ass. “We’re going to that party.”

“We are.”

If he could get his dick inside her, she’d stop talking about the party.

“Snake?”

“Yeah?”

“Party.”

“Fine, fine,” he said, withdrawing his hands. “We better go now otherwise I’m going to bend you over the couch, table, or bed, and fuck you.”

“I like the sound of that, but we can do that after this party.”

She held her hand up stopping him from taking the moment further.

He counted to ten inside his head, trying not to look at Jessica.

Once they were in the car, he found himself glancing toward her. He couldn’t help it.

By the time he parked the car at the clubhouse parking lot, he was still hard as rock.

“Imagine Lydia,” she said.

“What?”

“With your little problem, imagine Lydia. She scared you, freaked you out a little. It should help.” She smiled over at him.

“You’re doing this to torture me.”

“No. I’m doing this to fit into your world, Snake. I’ve accepted there’s something between us. I can’t explain it, and to be honest it scares me. I’ve never been with anyone like you before. You can’t deny something is going on.”

“I can’t.” He agreed with her. There wasn’t a point in lying about the truth.

“I’m going to try to fit in with your world.” She opened the door, and Snake took a breath. He had a feeling she was going to fit into his world a little too well.

As Snake walked her toward the clubhouse door, Dick was standing at the door.

“Wow, fuck me, man.”

“Shut up, Dick.”

“You’re the nurse who helped Judi?” Dick asked. Snake watched him throw the cigarette to the ground, stomping it out.

“Yes, that’s me.”

Dick held his hand out. “I appreciate everything you did for Judi and the club.”

She took his hand. “Thank you.”

The respect Dick had for Jessica was clear to see. Snake frowned at Dick. The other man wasn’t known for being nice. He’d earned his name by being a dick to almost anyone.

They entered the clubhouse. Lexie was arguing with Devil.

“I’ve told you to sit your ass down on a seat. You’re pregnant, and I want you to rest.”

“Nothing is wrong with me, Devil.”

“Do you want me to take you over my knee? I fucking will in front of the whole club.”

“You dare and I swear you won’t have any sex for a year.”

Both of them stared at each other, glaring.

“Lex, Devil’s right. You need to sit down,” Judi said, walking downstairs. She looked so tiny, vulnerable. Ripper held onto her shoulders, staying close to her. He didn’t like seeing Judi like this. “We’ve already had one scare.”

“You should be upstairs, resting.”

“I know you’re throwing a party. I’d rather get stuck in here.”

“This is going to be a lame assed party,” Spider said, walking around the bar.

Judi shook her head. “It’s not going to be a lame assed party. It’s going to be a damned good one. I won’t have anyone telling me that a party of mine is lame.” She walked over to the music player, and selected a song. “Ha, this will do.”