Page 8 of Link's Property
The girl had a rough night last night. She may have been standing strong under the rush of the adrenaline, but come the light of reality, she may be struggling.
“Yeah, I’m up.” Her sweet voice calls from inside. “You can come in.”
I open the door, stopping dead in my tracks. The hairs on my skin raising right along with the temperature of the room.
“What the hell are you wearing?” The croak in my throat isn’t from not having used my voice this morning, but my hormonesjust spiked like a teenage boy, making my voice tighten. Along with other things.
“Sorry.” Her smile drops. “I hope you don’t mind. Everything in my bag smells like mildew and is still damp, so I borrowed one of your button-downs. Fits like a dress, don’t you think?” She looks down to where it hits at her knees. The problem isn’t that she borrowed something of mine; it’s that she looks so fucking good in it. She’s buckled a belt around her waist and has paired the shirt with a set of combat boots. Hot AF is what she is. And every single one of my brothers is going to take notice.
“I’m not mad about you borrowing something of mine, but don’t you think that’s a little too short?” And way too fucking sexy.
“Is there a dress code in this place, because those girls outside are showing their asses?” She turns and points her stare out the window.
Cherry and Kira are outside picking up cigarette butts off the ground, and every time they bend down, their asses show from under their short-as-hell skirts. Not sure why they feel the need to dress so skimpy while they’re on cleanup duty, especially when it’s frigid outside. But we all know they’re trying to tie themselves to a husband and for some unknown reason they think dressing like sluts will do it. What they don’t realize is that us brothers don’t like easy. Give me a challenge and you have my attention.
“No dress code, but those legs”—I scan down her shapely frame—“are an invitation for men to look.” And they’re going to be staring at them all fucking day. “I’m gonna get a quick shower then I’ll show you where the laundry room is so you can get your clothes washed.”And get those damn legs covered up. Not that it’s gonna keep the guys from taking notice. You could put the girl in a potato sack, but you still won’t be able to ignore that face.
I storm into my bathroom and take a deep breath as I start the shower. Don’t like the thoughts running through my mind, which is why I turn the water to ice cold, letting the frigid water shock that shit out of my system. I can’t lose sight of the fact that I almost adopted the girl. And had I, she would be my daughter right now. These thoughts I’m having would be dead wrong. Given our age difference, they are under any circumstance.
Dammit. Of course, in my haste to escape the girl before she got a glimpse of my hard dick, I forgot to bring a change of clothes into the bathroom with me. Which means I’m walking out in my towel. Shayna looks up from her phone and I swear I see a flicker of heat in her eyes as they trail over my chest, and down my abs, perusing all the way down the thick trail of hair that leads below my towel.
I’ve seen the look of lust a time or two in my life and know exactly what it looks like. It looks like eyelids drawing heavy, cheeks splotched with pink, and teeth sinking into a lower lip. And there she goes swallowing hard and making my dick stiff again. Fuck.
She needs to put that little tongue back in her mouth. I’m old enough to be her dad. And I damn well wanted to be her father at one point, which means this attraction needs to be forgotten. Before I make a scene with the sword between my legs, I grab a change of clothes and duck back into the bathroom, in need of another fucking shower. I opt to trim my beard and buy myself a few minutes to give my dick a distraction. When my issue is tempered, I go back out.
“Okay, let’s give you the tour.”
“Wow.” Her little gasp has me halting. “You clean up well, Officer Price.”
And there she goes with that tongue again, sweeping it across her plump lower lip. For fuck’s sake, this girl is determined to keep me in a frazzled state. I ignore her comment and grab hersuitcase, then stomp my way down to the laundry room, hearing her little footsteps trying to keep up.
Once we get her clothes in the wash, I show her around the place. Giving her the lowdown on everything. Introducing her to the men we pass along the way. Taking her down to meet the girls. Of course, every single one of the sweetbutts eye her over, looking jealous of the new arrival, which is why I tell them she’s my family, to ensure they play nice. I don’t need any cat fights around here either.
Based on the looks the guys are giving Shay, there might be a few brawls in the clubhouse. Which is why I’m gonna need to call church as soon as we’re done so I can make sure everyone knows she’s off-limits and to keep their grubby hands off her. I knew she’d be a temptation, but dressed like a combat barbie with her long legs on display and cleavage showing through the opening at the top of her shirt, she’s got every single brother’s dick in need of her attention. Mine included.
“Don’t you have shit to do?” I bark at Dagger who has suddenly become a shadow on our tour.
His eyes snap up from her ass and grow big when he sees my snarl. He needs to take a hike before I make it to where he’s got two swollen eyes and can’t see for shit.
“If you need anything, Shay, don’t be afraid to ask,” he says before he takes off.
If she needs anything, she can ask me.
“So, do you have any questions?” I hand her a cup of coffee then turn to fix my own.
“Just one.”
I turn as she takes a sip, her eyes closing as the warm liquid rolls down her throat. It’s like watching a pendulum, completely mesmerizing me with its movement. Like everything about her. The sway of her hips. The jiggle of her tits. The smooth strideof those long legs. Even the way her plump lips move when she talks is hypnotic. “How come you quit being a cop?”
Because back when she was a little girl looking up at me with those big hopeful eyes, I couldn’t handle knowing there were drug dealers pushing their shit at the same school my little spitfire was attending. I couldn’t stand the idea that someone could prey on her. But my hands were always tied by the law, and the law was never enough to get rid of the problem. Letting a man go after only serving six months doesn’t teach him a lesson. All it teaches the fucker is to be smarter about how he goes about his dealing in the future.
“It’s a long story, sweetheart. Bottom line is that I saw a lot of people getting away with a lot of shit, and the system wasn’t doing a damn thing about it. So, I teamed up with the men who fight for justice. The Savage Knights have always worked hard to keep the streets safe, even if their measure in doing so may not be in line with the ‘law.’”
“So, you’re like dark vigilantes.”
I smirk. “Yeah. That’s a good way of putting it.”
“I always liked making you smile.”
