The Outlaw's Obsession(20)
Chapter Six
Sonya followed Jagger down the rest of the hallway and into a very large room. Bikers were scattered all around, and she knew this was where the majority of them hung out. It wasn’t that much different from the Wolverine clubhouse, not with the pool table, bar, couches, and other things of that nature. The room was fairly smoky, and the scent of cigarettes and marijuana were strong. The music was also loud and the voices boisterous. There were several club whores either giving lap dances, BJs, or performing little stripteases. Yeah, not much different at all.
“Stay right by me, Sonya.”
She drew her attention from a huge breasted woman that was carrying a tray full of beers and shots to a handful of bikers sitting on a couch in front of a stripper pole. She recognized several of the MC members from when they had been at Trick’s. So this was how the Grizzly MC celebrated on their downtime? There was no slapping around women, slamming each other against the wall until all out fist fights broke free and blood covered the ground. At least right now there weren’t any of those things, but even though Sonya felt the danger and power that Jagger and his MC emitted, she knew they were nothing like Trick and his insane crew. She stayed by Jagger, but she was drawn in by the low lighting, the loud and filthy music, and the sexuality that poured out of every single body in this room. It was intoxicating, mesmerizing, and she couldn’t stop staring. The way she felt around these bikers was not even on the same level as the disgust she felt around Trick and the Wolverines. This atmosphere was energized with delicious heat and lust, whereas at Trick’s it was pain and degradation.
Jagger moved a few steps forward and started talking with someone whom she assumed was Court, the medically trained MC member. She looked around again but didn’t move away from Jagger.
“Hey, I haven’t seen you here before.” Sonya turned and stared at the man who had just spoken to her. The stark white patch against his black leather vest told her that he was a prospect. All these men were animals in their own right, grizzly bears and powerful enough to snap necks with a flick of their wrists, but they didn’t make her feel uneasy, at least not in the way she had for the last seven years staying with Trick.
“Hi.” She didn’t want to be rude, but she also didn’t really want to have a conversation with anyone. She still felt out of her element in this new clubhouse and surrounded by these hardened shifter bikers. Many things kept passing through her mind, mainly about Jagger and the strange yet intense effect he seemed to have on her. Even now she could still feel his thumb on her cheek as he brushed away her tear. She was mad at herself for being weak around such a strong guy, but he hadn’t made her feel ashamed of her emotions, and in fact she had seen a flicker of empathy come through his hard exterior. But then it had vanished as quickly as it had presented itself, and she knew Jagger was not the type of guy to go soft for anyone. In fact, she swore he had been angry at himself for being…vulnerable.
The prospect eyed her up and down, and she covered her chest with her uninjured arm. She may have clothes on, but she had been eyed up and down enough times in the last seven years to know when a man did that to a woman it was like they could see right through her clothes.
The prospect took a step closer. “I’m Lane.” He grinned, and there was a slight gap between his two front teeth. “Although, baby, if you want to get some action for that pussy of yours I’d suggest you wear something less homely and more slutty. These guys like to see tits and ass.” He reached out as if he meant to touch her.
Before she could move, and before he could make contact with her someone grabbed her around the waist and very gently moved her behind them. But she knew it was Jagger before she saw his face. The scent of him filled her nose. He smelled like clean sweat, motor oil, and leather, and although those three smells may not have been the most appealing to a woman, to Sonya the combination made her wet, embarrassingly so, and very out of place given her history with Trick and his club. Sonya didn’t want to think too deeply on why this man, this Grizzly MC president, had this kind of effect on her. She took a step back when she saw Jagger take one forward. The heat that came from him was intense and powerful, and she could practically feel his rage fill the air. The hair on her arms stood on end. In the next second he slammed his fist into the prospect’s face, and before the other guy went down Jagger had his hand wrapped around the other man’s throat. He lifted him in the air until his feet dangled from the ground. God, Jagger made the other man look so small and weak. She didn’t know what was happening and felt helpless amidst all of the testosterone and anger suddenly pumping through the room.