Page 17 of Riot

“But you’re not gettin’ any pussy, that much is obvious.”

I side eye him. “Nice of you to notice.”

He pats me on the back again in a fatherly gesture. “I know everything that goes on in my clubhouse. Sometimes, abstinence can make the heart grow fonder.”

“While it makes the dick ache like a bitch,” I mutter.

He guffaws a laugh. “I guess it does.”

“Well, appreciate your words of wisdom, but I think I’m good.”

“Not from where I’m standin’.”

We both watch as Manny joins in the dancing, bumping his hips against Halo’s as I crack my neck from side to side. “He got a death wish?”

“Not like you’ve claimed her.”

“He’s gay.”

“Actually, he’s bi.”

I wince. “Be a shame to fuck up that pretty face of his then, won’t it?”

“Be nice. Manny feeds us.”

My eyes go round when Manny’s hands are at Halo’s hips and they sway side to side as Halo laughs over her shoulder at him. I know they’re just having fun, but seeing another man’s paws all over my girl has me seeing red.

I push off the bar as I hear Cash call out, “Don’t fuck him up too badly!”

Halo’s eyes lift as I approach, the smile slowly falling from her face. Manny lets go of her body and I pull her into my arms.

Pointing at Manny, I say, “Hands off, fucker!”

He waves ten fingers at me, laughing. “Ooh, I’m scared.”

“You better be hopin’ I miss.” I swing and he ducks.

“Riot!” Halo squeals. “Stop it!”

For the second time tonight, she puts her hands on me.

“Better swing a little faster than that, old man,” he snickers, backing away. “I guess being a geriatric now means you’re a little slower.”

“I’ll show you how slow I am when my boot lands up your ass!” I call after him.

I’m being tugged by the lapels of my cut, my attention returning to my girl.

Her chest is heaving and I can’t help but cast my eyes down to her rising and falling chest. Fuck, those babies are so goddamn beautiful. I want to suckle them, fondle them and…

“Hey, bozo! My eyes are up here.”

I snap my eyes back to hers, one arm around that delectable waist, the other I use on the back of her neck to bring her closer. I don’t care that we’re in the middle of the clubhouse and people are all around us, music blaring and other men eyeing up my girl. I want them to know she’s mine, unofficially, for the moment.

I bring my lips to hers and when she opens her mouth to let me in, I swipe my tongue with hers, pulling her flush against mybody. She’s got me wound up so tight. Her dancing with Manny — even if they are just friends — was enough to send me into a tailspin that I’m surprised didn’t end with Manny’s grin being permanently wiped off his face. I guess we do need the guy in the kitchen, but touching what’s mine isn’t gonna cut it.

Her mouth is warm; there’s a whole world waiting there for me to discover.

Her body is soft as she molds into me. I like how it feels. I like how receptive she is to me mauling her in public. I mean, if she wasn’t, she would’ve protested or pushed me away.

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