Page 11 of Riot

“She’ll be here,” Star assures me, and it makes my heart jump a little.

I mean, she said she was coming, and when she gets here I’ve gotta somehow contain myself and not seem too eager. Then again, not seeming too eager hasn’t really gotten me anywhere this entire time. I’m not playing hard to get, but she is just a little.

Little does she know, I like the chase. This whole thing of keeping me at arm’s length only makes me all the moredetermined. I know she likes me because Star told Nevada, who of course told me. So I don’t really know what the issue is of us not getting together. I guess I figured if I kept her at arm’s length and in the friend-zone, we’d always have something to talk about. That’s the thing with her. It’s not just about me nailing her. I want to get to know her mind. She’s not just a pretty face and I know she has a brain in that gorgeous head of hers.

Star turns to talk to Jas, and I wait for it…

“You upstairs usin’ your birthday present?” Nevada chokes out a laugh.

I side-eye him. “Threw it in the garbage.”

“Yeah, right. Those things can be good for a man who’s flyin’ solo.”

“Who says I’m doin’ that?”

“Think I don’t got eyes?” He laughs. “Not been porkin’ any of the sweet butts, or bringin’ in girls to the clubhouse, brother. Everythin’ okay?”

I want to knock his smart mouth off his irritating face. But that’ll just give him ammunition to taunt me. “Everythin’s fine, thanks for askin’.”

“Just sayin’. If you don’t make a move soon, bro, someone else will.”

The idea makes me shaky. I really don’t want to knock heads together, but that’s exactly what I’ll do if I have to. Confidence has never been an issue, but my jealousy over this woman clearly is. “Not unless they want to end up as alligator fodder in the Bayou,” I mutter.

He slaps me on the back. “Uh huh. And you’re not secretly pinin’? Okay, brother. Whatever you say.”

I turn to him. “Just because all you dickfaces are tied down fat and happy, doesn’t mean we all wanna be.”

He raises his shirt, showing me his stomach. “Fat?”

Okay, none of the brothers are fat, but if I’d known it would annoy him, I would have said it to him sooner. “Not like I’ve seen you at the gym lately.”

“Been gettin’ my workouts at home.” He grins.

I roll my eyes. Way to rub it in just a little bit more. “Fuck you.”

He snickers, patting me on the back. “It’s alright, bro, you’ve always got your fleshlight. I’m sure it’ll come in handy.”

I punch him in the gut just as wolf whistles sound around the room. It draws my attention toward the front door where there’s now a commotion.

My eyes widen when I see my sister, along with Priest’s sister, Hope, and Halo all entering the clubhouse. I frown when I see my sister’s short skirt and midriff top. Then I frown a whole lot more when I see Halo’s tight, patent leather pants practically glued to her body, along with a bodysuit that leaves little to the imagination where her curves lie. She normally dresses fairly conservative, normal clothes like jeans and the occasional dress, but this? My eyes zone in on those big tits and if I’m thinking about what I could do with those puppies, chances are so is every other single, red-blooded male in the room. That makes me want to claw their eyes out. I had no idea my sister was going to be here, she never said anything. Then again, she’s always loved birthday parties.

I don’t even wait for Nevada to finish speaking. I push off from the bar and head their way. Intercepting them before anyone else can; less heads will roll that way.

If anyone thinks they’re getting their mitts on my kitten, then they clearly underestimate me. Then again, my growing obsession can’t exactly be measured with the naked eye. It can be measured by how the blood pumps quicker in my veins, and the way my heart rate accelerates and my palms start to sweat.

Not that I let any of that show on my face. That’s when Halo’s eyes meet mine and she knows she’s in trouble by the way her brow furrows and she bites on her lip tentatively. This should be good.

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HALO

Okay,so he looks a little mad. It couldn’t be because I’m late. I got stuck on what outfit to wear. I’ve never had the guts to wear these pants, and it seemed like a good idea to try them out tonight. If you can’t wear a pair of patent leather pants to a biker clubhouse, then where can you?

Riot, however, looks far from pleased. He looks good, of course. His hair a little mussed, and the small amount of scruff around his mouth and chin looks sexy as fuck. He’s wearing a sleeveless cut with a tight tank underneath, exposing his two full tattoo sleeves. I also get a peek at his inked chest and it makes the blood rush straight between my legs. Jesus.

This man has power over me like nobody else I’ve met before. The slow burn with us is killing me, but I’ve had to put Star and Tilly’s needs first over my own. That’s the truth.

My need to fuck this man shouldn’t exactly be on the top of my to-do list when there are other more pressing matters, like helping out my best friend, but I’m still a woman, after all.

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