Tainted Love(4)

It wasn’t long before a hot guy with dark blond hair came over and started to chat up Vicky. Actually, scratch that, he was not just hot, he was sexy, I guess, in a way. They were chatting to each other, but I couldn’t hear their conversation, I was too busy dancing my moves around to a rock song.

Vicky pulled on my top. “Come on.”

After he had lured us over to his table, I looked around, attempting to pull my eyes into check, and try to at least act sober. I couldn’t help but feel as though I had a set of eyes on me at all times, I could feel a magnetic pull, and it was something I’d never felt before. The feeling was intense. When I meet the eyes of one of the guys who were sitting at the table, it confirmed my suspicion.

Holy shit.

He was out of this world good looking. He had a square defined jaw, tattoos running up his neck and down his arms. I couldn’t tell how tall he was from where I was sitting, but if I had to guess, I would have said he’d definitely be over six foot, and he was huge. Like Hulk, smash muscle—huge. He looked at me with bright blue eyes that were so blue, they could pass as contacts and dark, thick lashes. I drew my eyes down to his piercings, one nose ring, and two lip rings that were sitting next to each other. And just as I was looked at his lips, I saw his tongue draw out and lick across his lower one. Smirking at me, while showing a tongue piercing and straight white teeth that were framed by dimpled cheeks. I couldn’t deal with how hot this man was. Couldn’t even put together the words that would justify him. I would have said he could be a model, but when you feel the energy that surrounds him and how he held himself, you just knew, that there was not a model-like bone in his sexy damn body.

Before I knew it, I noticed I’d been staring a little too long and began feeling that familiar pull that I felt deep in my belly because I’d felt it before. I’d just never been interested in giving it away—until now. I dragged my hungry eyes away from him before I embarrassed myself. There was no way this man would ever be interested in me, I was not experienced enough for him. I carried on sipping my drink, glancing around the bar and then at the men sitting at this table. They were all good looking in their own way. My eyes stayed a little longer than what was necessary for a guy with shoulder-length hair and a beard—there’s something seriously sexy, alluring, and dangerous about him. But he didn’t appeal to me the way the beautifully tattooed and pierced monster appealed to me. Something stirred in my belly, telling me that these men were no good, but I was on a mission.

I dragged my eyes back to—I think Zane said that his name was Ade. Dropping my eyes to the leather vest he was wearing, I noticed below where it read ‘Vice President’ on the front left, there was a 1% patch and then a crossbones patch. A cut, I think that was what they called it. A cut was a leather vest that all men who were a part of an MC wore. It identified membership of their respective club and territorial location.

Bringing my eyes back, I was surprised to see him still looking at me and with so much intensity that it made me squirm. Those eyes were going to haunt me. When I looked into them, I felt the darkness seeping from the depths of his irises, and it terrified me. It was as though they had seen things that no one should ever have to. I was a strong believer in the saying, “Your eyes are the windows to one’s soul,” and this man’s soul, felt almost demonic. Judging by the way he was looking at me, he was beautifully menacing. I looked away quickly, drinking my drink and pulling myself out of the trance he had trapped me. A trance that he managed to hook me in without so much as speaking a word to me.

I really am drunk.

Everything was beginning to spin a little. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Vicky and Blake were all over each other, I roll my eyes to myself. She hadn’t wasted any time at all. They stopped what they were doing, Vicky stood, straightening herself up.

“Do you want to come?” she whispered into my ear.

I looked at her feeling a little confused. I didn’t want to go, especially if I was going to be third wheeling it.

“Where?” I asked. Feeling like my plan to get rowdy was stepping into desperate territory.

Blake pulled his face down between Vicky’s and mine, looking into his lazy eyes and —my God, this man had player written all over his face.

He simply replied, “On Vicky’s face.”

My eyebrows shot up as I laughed at his crass mouth and Vicky’s eyes roll to the back of her head. I took a second glance to Ade, who was sitting opposite me, only to see an almost naked skank spread out across his lap.

Gross.

I looked back to Blake. “Okay.”