I wish I could fucking scrape those images out from my head, his fucking hands and lips all over her. I want to fucking annihilate him. The fact that I love her outweighs the feeling of wanting to slit her throat. It helps balance my feelings out.
“What are you doing?” Zane asks as I walk over to my bike.
“Taking my fucking bike. She can just get the fuck on and she can scream all she wants. It’s nothing I haven’t heard come out of her mouth before.”
He laughs, shaking his head and taking hold of his helmet. “All right brother. Shit!”
The ride here was extra-long, long enough to work myself up. It’s late, so no doubt their night will be well and truly flying ahead at full speed. If there’s anything those girls know how to do, it’s party.
I get off my bike and take my helmet off.
“They’re not here,” Zane yells from his spot across the road. “They’re at Wired. It’s a new club that’s opened in town. And Ade? Alaina said that Kalie is wasted. By the sounds of it, they all are. Be fucking nice, brother. She’s been through a lot.”
She’s about to be put through a lot more—a lot more of my dick.
“Where’s this club?”
He points up the road. “Not far from here.”
I jump back onto my bike. “I’ll follow your lead.”
He gets back onto his bike and we roar them to life, riding off to this fucking bar. Kalie has always been sweet and innocent, but she also has this mischievous side to her that only comes out occasionally. That mischievous side is going to be the death of me.
We pull up to the bar and there’s a huge line out front, but the girls aren’t there. We get off and ignore the gawking. Walking up to the bouncer, I take my gloves off, shoving them in my pocket and fluff my hair up.
“Here to find our women. That going to be an issue?” I ask.
He looks between Zane and me a few times before shaking his head and popping open the gate. We both walk in, in our usual get up. White T-shirt with our cut over the top, jeans that hang loose, and combat boots. Walking into the deep bass sound of some song with girls screaming and dancing, the place is huge and it’s packed. Pushing through the crowd of people and ignoring the sultry stares coming from women all over the place, we attempt to find our little misfits. When I spot her, a fire lights in my chest and, holy fuck, I swear my whole world stops. The Weeknd ‘The Hills’ is pumping through the speakers, and I’m watching her body do fucking amazing things to the base of the song. The girl dances dirty, about as dirty as she plays between the sheets.
I stand there stock still when Zane looks at what I’m watching and smiles.
“Damn, the girl can fucking move.”
I bite my lip and smirk. “Yeah, she can.”
My thoughts are interrupted by the attention she’s drawing around her. I look around at all the men in this place and all eyes are locked on Kalie—my fucking Kalie. I begin walking toward them, pushing through everyone until I reach her, throwing snarls out at them on my way.
Who knew I could be such a predator, but what’s mine is mine.
She has her back to me and is shaking her phat ass around the place. I slap it, and grasp onto her hips, pushing her into my groin. She stumbles and attempts to turn around. Obviously ready to push whoever it was off of her. But meeting my eyes instead.
“Ade?” she slurs.
“It’s me, baby. Let’s go,” I say, grasping her hand.
“Wait, I have an issue with you,” she slurs again.
I bend down to her ear so she can hear me. “Do this outside, I can’t hear you,” I say nipping her ear while pulling her behind me to follow me out.
Once we’re outside and away from the line of people, she pulls away from my grasp.
“As I said, I need words with sho—you. I meant you. Shit,” she mumbles out the last bit with a small smile. I smile back at her, leaning against my bike and lighting up a smoke.
“Go on, you were saying?”
She puts her hands on her hips and narrows her eyes. Instead of it looking intimidating—which I have no doubt that is what she was trying to do—it looked cute.
“You’ve been a slut! I’m not cool with that. Fuck that. Yuck! Seriously, Ade, it didn’t take you long.”
I throw my smoke down to the ground. “Wait. So that’s what your issue is? I fucking drove here because I saw the fucking photos, Kalie. Don’t try and play the innocent card on me right now, because these lips right fucking here,” I pull her into me forcefully and run my thumb over her lips, before bringing my mouth down to her ear, “are mine, and only mine, Kalie. Comprende?” Her breath hitches and her chest begins drawing in faster breaths. She looks down at my lips and I smile.