Page 46 of Savage Outlaw

Axel whistled. “It’s like he doesn’t know who he’s talking to.”

Jamie added with a chuckle. “Kids today, man.” He toked the last of the joint and found somewhere to stub it out.

Axel set his eyes over the crowd to look for Roux, scowling when he immediately didn’t catch her black ponytail anywhere.

Something happened to make Axel turn back, right as Rider reacted, almost breaking the guy’s arm off. He and Jamie moved in on instinct, but Rider had it handled. “I was getting my smokes.” He screamed in pain. Rider slid his hand into the inside pocket and came out with a switchblade. “Last I checked, you can’t smoke this.” He tossed the knife to one of his prospects and got in the guy’s face. “You know who I am?”

“I could give a fuck. Paid my money, I deserve respect, not to have my fucking wrist broke.”

Rider grinned.

The guy was screwed.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. You’re in my fuckin’ world, you deserve less than shit. Come back again and you won’t walk out alive, you hearing me? Come anywhere near my town, your family will need five coffins to bury your pieces.” He turned to his prospects. “Take out the trash.”

“Gladly, Prez.” They carted him out, protesting the whole way.

“Never a dull moment, Rider.” Laughed Jamie. “Thought we were about to dig a grave and miss the fight.”

“Nah. That’s what we have prospects for.” Rider smirked.

“Well, now that’s over, fellas. Let me buy you both a drink so I can discuss something with you.”

Three prez’s. A bottle of scotch. And an exchange about the Mexicans.

* * *

The air flew out of Roux’s mouth as her hands braced herself on the cold brick wall outside. She didn’t have a second to think when her legs were kicked wider, and she groaned as a hard body pressed up against her back.

A mouth she knew so well brushed her ear and her skin flamed.

“Think you can come into my place in skin-tight leather pants and not have me react, Cookie?”

The pants in question were being unbuttoned with a rough hand and she stood there as if she didn’t have the first fucking clue how arms and legs worked. Shaking with need, she almost whimpered.

He felt like a fire up against her back. His legs pressing the back of hers, pinning her in place. They’d played rough and fast before, but this felt wholly erotic and she wanted more.

“This isn’t your place.”

“Am I not aSouls? It’s my place, Cookie, and you came to it dressed to tease me, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she hissed the truth, arousal deepening her voice. Her black shirt was sheer and showed her lacy half-cup bra through it.

“I appreciate it, baby, you look stunning. This shirt has been driving me crazy.” A hand slid under the material and he went straight for her boob, squeezing and feeling the heaviness.God, she could come from that alone. But when he pulled down the cup of her bra and flicked her nipple, she was unable to stop her moans this time; she pressed her mouth to her forearm in hopes of stifling them.

“You knew I was here?”

“I watched you from the second you came in. This tight ass was made for my hands.” He bumped up against her and she’d be dead if she didn’t feel how hard he was. “My tough Cookie with her greedy eyes. Were you searching for me, baby?”

What was the point in lying? She had one reason to come with her father and that was Tad. “Yes.”

“I’m so glad you didn’t lie and say no because now I can do this.”

Thiswas his hand moving around the front of her body, slipping into the tight confinement of her pants and his target was her pussy. When he pressed two long fingers along her slit, she about broke her back as she contorted. “Ah, fuck. Tad. Please.”

He chuckled, tempting her to scream with slow strokes.

“I saw you too.” Her insides were still knotted over seeing chicks swarmed around his group of bikers. “You didn’t seem like you were lacking in company.” She hissed. Jealousy seething out of her. She hated that she was jealous, hated that she couldn’t do anything about it.

---