“Shit,” Larkin said. “Real shame there. Two good boys.”
“I think we should do this sooner rather than later.”
He cocked his head. “Why are you trying to move this up? I know you don’t want this to actually happen.”
“No,” I said, “but if we can end this war before anyone else dies, that’d be ideal.”
“More guys are going to get hurt,” he said. “Just the nature of this.”
“If I can do something to help it, I will.”
He sighed. “Just be patient. Listen to Clutch. We’ll work it out.”
I clenched my jaw. I’d been waiting for that sort of answer from him.
The Demons were a male-dominated gang. Most of the time they listened and respected my word, but every once in a while they pushed me aside just because I didn’t have a fucking cock. And I knew my father was ignoring my wishes because he felt like he knew better.
Which frustrated me to all hell. I didn’t want to listen to Clutch or to anyone. I just wanted to get this the fuck over with. Instead, he was giving me some vague answers and bullshit, putting me off.
I was sure he meant well, but it wasn’t helping.
“Fine,” I said, standing. I didn’t feel like pushing too hard. “I’ll wait.”
“Just be patient. Clutch is a good man. He’ll take care of you.”
“I don’t need to be taken care of,” I said, angry.
“Okay,” he said. “Okay.”
I turned and left his office, sick of looking at him.
I wasn’t really mad at him, and I knew it. I was mad at the situation, at the violence and the death that was happening all around me. I couldn’t control a single bit of it, and even the small part that I could play was out of my hands. All I could do was sit around and wait and hope that this marriage thing would work and actually do something.
I saw Clutch throw another guy out the door and yell something out at him. He turned back in with a big grin on his face. Nothing made Clutch smile more than fighting, beating the fuck out of some assholes. Except for maybe sex, I realized, since that look on his face was the same look he’d had as he licked my pussy clean last night.
I blushed and bit my lip, looking away from him. I had to keep thoughts like that out of my head.
He walked over to me. “Problem solved,” he said.
“I’m sure you talked it out.”
“Nah,” he said. “This time I wasn’t so subtle.”
That made me smile. “Come on,” I said. “Get me out of here.”
“Where to?”
“Home, I guess.”
“Sure.”
I walked toward the door and could sense him right on my heels.
Clutch, my bodyguard. He’d keep me safe if I just listened to him, at least according to Larkin. But if Larkin knew exactly what Clutch was telling me to do, he’d pull Clutch out of there faster than he could breathe.
As I climbed on the back of Clutch’s bike and wrapped my arms around him, I couldn’t help but think about what it would be like if I really did everything he asked me to do.
If I really did drop to my knees, tear off his pants, and suck his cock until he came down my throat. Or if I let him fuck me rough from behind, slapping my ass hard, savoring the slap of skin against skin.
I gripped his body and felt his hard muscles through his clothes. He kicked the bike into life, the loud roar tearing through the sky, the powerful buzz of the engine moving up through my body.
I felt a thrill run through me. I needed to control myself, but being so close to him, straddling his bike, it just pushed me to the limit.
I took a deep breath as he pulled out into traffic.
18
Clutch
The wind was whipping past my face as we sped back toward Janine’s place.
The damn clubhouse had been a fucking zoo, and I was a little pissed that Dow had been stupid enough to tell Janine about Parkey and James getting lit up. The fucking idiot had no clue what Janine was putting on herself; in her mind, the whole club’s safety was somehow her responsibility.
Which was bullshit, of course. She had no more power to save anyone’s life than anyone else did. Difference was, she had this mission that she thought was important. And it was important. It could do some good things for the club, bringing in these new guys, but it wasn’t her responsibility to make that happen.
The fucking guys themselves, they were a bunch of damn thugs. Not that I minded a good thug; I was one myself really. But they couldn’t go a single day without starting some fucking shit, and each guy thought he was tougher than the next. They all wanted to take a shot at the club’s enforcer. Not that I minded. That only meant I had to beat their asses and throw them out.
Every guy I threw out was one less soldier against the Snakes. We were so damn busy fighting within ourselves that we were forgetting the real fucking enemies.