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“Good. That means you can take care of our girl.” Randy stands and clasps Rattler on the shoulder, squeezing it before striding out of the clubhouse. He waves to his uncle before exiting.
I stare at him until the door closes before turning to face Rattler. His face shows the same confusion I feel.
CHAPTER SEVEN: RATTLER
What the hell? Randy’s words piss me off. Our girl? Bianca isn’t our girl. I’m hoping she’ll be my girl. Why did he say that? Was it because we both want to protect her? Or does he mean something else?
I shake my head at the questioning look Bianca shoots my way. Ignoring Jasmine, I pick up Bianca’s suitcase in one hand while offering her the other. I’m cognizant of the fact that I can’t seem to stop myself from touching her. There is an overwhelming need for me to touch her.
When we reach her room, I open the door and place her bag on the bed. She looks around, and I do the same. I’ve never paid much attention to the guest rooms at the clubhouse before, probably because most of our guests are members of other MCs. But, since Bianca is staying here, I study the room with a critical eye. There isn’t much to see, it looks like a basic hotel room. Two nightstands sit on either side of the queen bed. The bedspread is simple with black, silver, and red stripes. In the corner is a desk and a chair. Across from the bed is a simple dresser holding a television. The room has an adjoining bathroom with a toilet and shower. The room lacks a window.
“It isn’t much. I’m sorry, there is no window,” I start, but Bianca touches my arm to stop me.
“It’s fine. I’m glad there isn’t a window, to be honest. As long as the door locks, I’ll be able to sleep well. Thank you for bringing me here. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep in my apartment.”
“I’m across the hall if you need anything,” I tell her. “The other prospects sleep there, too. If you need anything, just knock.”
When I open the door to the room the prospects share, I pull up short. Someone has stripped the corner of the room of all my possessions. All that remains is the bedframe and mattress. A bedspread and a stack of freshly laundered sheets sit folded on top.
“Where’s my stuff?” I ask Gears who is lying on his bed reading a book.
“In your room,” Gears says. “Where else would it be?”
“My room?” I ask before remembering that I’m no longer a prospect. As a fully patched member, I now have my own room. Chuckling, I run my hand over my face. “Any idea which room is mine?”
Gears chuckles and tells me which room Puma assigned me. I turn to leave, but then turn back to give instructions to Gears in case Bianca knocks on their door during the night.
I open the door to my new room and grin—the king-size bed beckons. After several years of sleeping on a twin bed, it will be nice to spread out. I open the dresser drawers to discover my clothes folded neatly inside. I shrug off my kutte and hang it on the hook next to the door. After removing my boots, I leave them on the floor underneath my kutte. Shirking off the rest of my clothes, I consider falling into bed, but I decide to break in the shower. Dressed in clean boxers, I pull back the covers, but before I can slide under, someone knocks on my door. I find Jasmine on the other side of the door.
“What are you doing here?” I ask her.
“I was just checking on you. I wanted to make sure you have everything you need,” Jasmine purrs as she runs her hands over my bare chest. “You know, as a newly patched member, you get full access to us Bunnies now? I fought the other girls to make sure I had first dibs. We’ve all been salivating over the chance to get a taste of you.”
I hear a gasp and an uttered curse in the hallway. Stepping forward, I push Jasmine out of the doorway and glance down the hall to see a flash of black hair disappear around the corner while Gears stares at me with an apologetic look.
“Sorry, man, I didn’t know you were getting it on with Jasmine. Bianca wanted to talk to you…” Gears trails off as I take off at a run after Bianca. I run to her room and knock, but no one answers. I open the door, but the room is empty. I jog to the common room.
“Jesus, Rattler, no one wants to see that,” Viper whines. I frown at her before glancing down. I had forgotten that I was only wearing boxer shorts.
“Did Bianca come through here?” I ask.
“No, why…?” Viper starts, but I turn and dash back down the hallway. Where is she? I skid to a stop when I hear whimpering. Following the sound, I find Bianca sitting on the floor with her back against the wall and her arms around her legs.
“Hey,” I say, kneeling next to her. “Are you okay? Why are you crying?”
She weakly slaps at my hand as I stroke her hair.
“I can’t find my room,” Bianca bawls.
Chuckling, I lift her off the floor and cuddle her to my chest. Bianca wraps her arms around my neck and fixes me with a hard look. “I’m sorry I interrupted your tryst. If you show me to my room, you can get back to her.”
I shake my head as I open her door. Once inside, I let her slide down my body and take great pleasure in the feel of heragainst me. Once she’s steady, I slide my hands down her arms and take her hands. “You didn’t interrupt anything. I didn’t invite Jasmine to my room. She invited herself and offered to christen my new room.”
Bianca slowly draws her tongue over her bottom lip. I follow the motion. Desire courses through me as I trace the same path with my thumb. I longingly search her eyes for permission. As soon as I see it, I lean forward and press my lips to hers. The taste of her bursts over my tongue, and I groan. I could easily become addicted to her taste. Bianca slides her arms around my neck as she presses her body against mine. I pull her closer and deepen the kiss. We’re both breathing heavily when we break apart.
“Wow,” Bianca sighs even as she stifles a yawn.
I grin at her. “Tired?”
