Page 10 of Wild Night

Piggy shakes his head. “I think we’re not going to find out much more until Posey starts talking.”

I think he’s right, but I don’t think she’s going to be spilling her guts anytime soon. Maybe Dakota can get her to confide, but I don’t know if we have the time for that. She’s getting ready to go on her honeymoon in a few days, and whatever the fuck kind of trouble this woman is bringing to our door, we need to know sooner rather than later.

“Can you fuck it out of her?” Piggy asks, obviously knowing that I did just that last night

Arching a brow, I look at him, unspeaking, then I clear my throat. “You’re telling me to pretend with her? Like a fake fucking relationship?” I ask.

He shrugs a shoulder. “Worse things to do than fuck a gorgeous woman and get some answers out of her. Was she a bad lay?”

As much as I feel like it’s some sort of betrayal to tell him how Posey was in bed, I push those thoughts aside and answer him.

“She was fucking great.”

“Then it really shouldn’t be an issue, at least until we know what the fuck we’re dealing with. After that, you do whatever the fuck you want. But this is about our club and Dakota. You brought it to me, and as good as I am, there is something deeper happening here that I can’t put my finger on yet.”

“We keep this under wraps until we know for sure what’s going on,” I state.

Piggy jerks his chin. “Agreed.”

A few moments later, we are leaving my place together. I guess I need to get to work on Posey. He’s right. It won’t be a hardship to get information out of her. She’s a great lay, butI have a feeling it’s going to be hard not to fall for her in the process.

There is something that draws me to her. I wanted to stay away for that reason, and now it seems like I’m going to be in the mix of it.Fucking hell. I’m not sure if I’m ready for this.

CHAPTER FOUR

IVY

Ridingup to the clubhouse gates, I jerk my chin toward the prospect who is standing guard. He doesn’t hesitate to let me pass through. He doesn’t even speak to me. He knows who I am and opens the gates for me to pass by. When there is enough room for me to get through, I ride straight for the clubhouse main building.

The only car in the lot among the bikes is a red two-door Mercedes. It’s as sexy as its owner. Piggy looked it up to see who the car was registered to, and it was Posey. I’m not sure why, but that surprised me. I figured it would be registered to Lucian or whoever he really is.

Parking my bike, I climb off and make my way into the bar, only to be greeted by a sight I wasn’t expecting to come across. There, standing in the middle of the room, a pool cue in her hand, is Posey.

She’s wearing a skirt that is a little too short and an oversized shirt tucked into the waist that hangs off the shoulder, with apair of thick-soled wedge sandals. Her dark hair is pulled back in a slick ponytail.

Fucking hell.

If I thought she looked like sex on a stick in that skimpy red dress last night, it doesn’t hold a candle to her right now. Standing in my club, at the pool table, her hip popped. I want nothing more than to bend her over that pool table and fuck her, right here and now, and show every single man here that she’s mine.

I run my fingers through my hair as I watch her for a moment. She laughs at something someone says. The sound moves through the room, then through me, and I swear to fuck it enters my bloodstream, filling me—consuming me.

Then I hear a deep voice speak, and my spine straightens as I realize it’s Viking she’s standing with, who she’s talking to, and I’m instantly filled with a jealous rage. He reaches out, touching her shoulder. She’s facing him, and I can’t see the expression she wears at his touch, but he’s far too fucking comfortable.

Viking senses me, and I watch as he lifts his gaze to meet mine, and then the fucker winks as he grins from across the room at me. I should beat the fucking shit out of him right here and now. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

But instead of doing that, the look, the wink, it prompts me to move closer to them. Closing the distance between us, I place my hand on the small of Posey’s back and feel her muscles stiffen beneath my touch.

Slowly, she turns her head to the side, her eyes lift, and then they meet mine. If she was wearing a smile before, it fades the instant our gazes connect. Which only makes my lips twitch into a smirk.

“Can I help you?” she asks coolly.

This woman is special. I knew she was different last night, but this only confirms it. The absolute sass and hostilityshouldn’t be as attractive as they are, but I want more. In fact, I think I might continue to piss her off and wonder if she’ll bring that to bed with her.

I hope she does.

“Yeah, you sure fucking can,” I murmur.

I watch as she rolls her eyes to the ceiling, then tries to step away from me, but I don’t let her. Sliding my hand from the small of her back, I curl my fingers around her waist and keep her right where she is.

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