Page 10 of Falling for Her Protector

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Time to Party

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Aglass of Jack slides in front of me and I look up to find Alice, a cute club regular, offering me a broad smile.

“Thanks, darlin’,” I drawl, my voice thick after having already finished off three glasses just like it. “Why don’t you come sit with me,” I offer, lightly patting my knee. I’m sure this is what she was hoping for when she decided to bring me the drink. It’s Saturday night and the clubhouse is fucking buzzing.

She sits without hesitation and I let my arm move around her waist, holding her steady as she leans back into my chest. My free hand reaches for the glass, bringing it to my lips and letting the smooth whiskey burn its way down.

“Are you having a good time tonight, sugar?” I drop my lips close to her ear. She shivers against my lap as she gives me a small nod in response. I’m definitely going to have a good time with this one later.

Mikey lifts his beer beside me, but sets it back down to the table and hops up from his seat without even taking a sip. His reaction can only mean one thing; Lacey is here. My own V.P. went and fell for my sister. I guess it was inevitable. I’m pretty sure he’s been in love with her since she was sixteen, but he never acted on it purely for my benefit. He probably never would have, if she hadn’t grown up and given him the green light. I was so pissed at first, but I knew he’d be good to Lacey and take care of her. And knowing my sister, if I had tried to talk her out of it, she would’ve dug right in and stayed with him purely out of spite.

Looking up, I see his arms around her before pulling back. As they move away from the door, my eyes catch on someone I definitely wasn’t expecting to see in this place tonight. What the fuck is Lacey thinking bringing her here? Vanessa isn’t ready for this fucking scene.

It’s been almost a week since I last saw her. Lacey’s been keeping her distance after pushing me about Jess last weekend. I let my temper get the best of me, and I know she’s been giving me the chance to cool off, but that also means that I haven’t seen Vanessa.

Her long hair falls in soft waves against her shoulders and her full pink lips shimmer as she smiles at a few of the prospects greeting her by the door. God damn, a week of freedom looks really fucking good on her. I feel my body tense as I watch the prospects eyes light up, moving over her generous curves. I shake my head, trying to let it slide. They’ve all been warned that she’s not to be touched. Hopefully these young boys know how to listen and follow direction. Otherwise, they’ll be fucking sorry.

I let my own eyes linger, raking down over her body. It’s easy to understand why they’re all looking. Her full chest is barely covered with a tight white tank. The neckline is cut so low, and her perky tits are pushed together spilling over the top. I don’t know what it is, but there is just something about a girl in a white tank top that instantly makes a guy’s mind spiral with dirty fantasies. As my eyes move down, I find her tight jeans clinging perfectly to the curves of her hips and ass.

Fuck...

My dick jerks in my jeans as the excitement pulses through me. Suddenly I’m aware that half of these motherfuckers are probably thinking the exact same thing. My fingers curl, squeezing my glass tightly against my palm. She shouldn’t be here.

“Hey, Lace!” I holler, easily getting my sister’s attention. She immediately scowls and I’m not sure if it’s because she senses my tone or if it’s the fact that Alice is perched happily in my lap.

“What?” she replies coolly as she takes a step in my direction. I crook my finger and let her know I want her to come closer.

“What are you thinking bringing her into this shit? This probably isn’t the best scene for her, after everything she’s been through,” I say, trying to justify my objection. Lacey offers an easy shrug.

“I felt guilty leaving her alone. Ifyour boyscan manage to keep it clean for a little while, then I think she’ll be fine,” she offers. “Plus, I gave her my car keys so she can leave and go back to the apartment any time she wants. She doesn’t have to stay,” she adds, completely brushing off my concern as a grin begins to curl on her lips.

“What?” I ask, unsure if I really want to hear what she’s going to say.

“Nothing really. It’s just, I think we both know the real reason you don’t want her here,” she flashes a bright smile. I feel my eyebrows pinch in question and she breaks into laughter. “Oh, big brother...you make it way too easy,” she continues.

“You want her, but you won’t let yourself have her. And now she’s here and she’ll see the act you’re putting on withthisin your lap,” she motions to Alice and makes a gagging expression. “You don’t want her to see you like this, but you won’t give in to what you really want either. And now you see all your boys checking her out...what to do?” her question spills between us along with her continued laughter.

I stare back at her completely at a loss for words. I’m fucking speechless as I try to process what my sister has just thrown at me. I watch her turn and move back in Vanessa’s direction. She touches Vanessa’s arm and they turn away from me, moving towards the bar.

“He doesn’t want me here, does he?” Vanessa’s soft question seems to fill my ears despite the loud music and the party going on around me. Lacey glances back over her shoulder, shooting daggers back at me. Fuck.

Alice wiggles in my lap, bringing me back to reality. “What was that all about?” she asks, but I’m in no mood to explain.

“Nothin’, sugar. Just my sister creating a little drama,” I reply, relaxing back into my chair and taking a nice long drink, emptying my glass.

“Do you want me to get you another?” she questions and I nod, feeling a nice buzz setting in.

“That would be fucking fantastic,” I grin and hand her my glass. She lifts from my lap and I give her a gentle swat on the ass as she starts to move away.

“She’s a cute one, Pres.,” Stone smirks beside me.

“Yeah, she is, but I’m not sure she can handle what I wanna give her,” I chuckle deeply as I adjust my jeans, clearly referencing my dick. Stone and Griz both laugh loudly, but it’s Mason’s response that turns my attention.

“Well, Pres., I think someone just walked in who’s much more experienced with handling your shit,” he says, tipping his head towards the door.

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