Page 80 of Exile & Lula
After a moment of disapproval, he exhaled his tension and smiled. I danced with him. My bouncing turned to swaying once he tugged me against his hard body and refused to let go.
“You’re so damn hot,” he said, sounding like the liquor had hit him.
Snorting, I replied, “In a few hours, we’re going to need to Uber both clubs out of here.”
Exile chuckled. “I’m not drunk.”
“Neither am I.”
“Nova might be.”
“No, she’s stoned.”
We glanced at Nova, who was now on a chair, pumping her arms to the music. Goldie and Vanessa stood next to her just in case she toppled over.
“Everything is okay,” I told him when he again looked worried. “Nova is blowing off steam in a safe space with people who care if she’s happy.”
Exile’s expression pinched like I’d hit on a very sensitive fear of his. He kissed me hard, stealing my breath and erasing everything around us.
I wrapped him tighter as heat blossomed in my belly. Few things in my life had felt as perfect as this man did. Exile’s every breath called to me. His smiles made my heart soar. His scowls inspired me to fix his every problem. Even after only a week together, I knew I’d only be happy if I got to spend the rest of my life at his side.
EXILE
Lula and I lost track of ourselves for a while. I wasn’t normally an easily distracted guy. While Zodiac made big moves and stirred up shit with people, I was always the responsible one.
Tonight, though, with Lula’s fine body pressed against mine, I couldn’t give a shit about anyone beyond her.
After an hour playing punk music, the band switched to classic rock. I swayed with Lula to the music, sucking at her tongue and trying to ignore the world around us.
A commotion at the pool tables forced us to part enough to look over where Sabrina got in Rock’s face. He waved off her allegations, and I assumed they were arguing over a pool shot.
“Introduce me to your bros,” Lula said while licking her lips and eyeing where her hands fondled my chest. “I plan to become a permanent fixture in your life. If my people now belong to you, your people will belong to me. I’ll try to keep all the sweaty, tatted men straight in my head.”
Taking Lula’s hand, I walked over to where a majority of the Black Rainbow were located. I introduced her first to York. Frowning more than usual, he struggled to make small talk. York likely couldn’t tolerate the loud music. That was one reason why he barely spent time at our clubhouse.
With York on edge, I introduced Lula to the hippie-looking Ojai. His blond hair made women go wild. He actually reminded me a little of Rowdy. We waved over Lula’s brother and introduced him to the two men.
“He kicked my ass at video games,” I told Ojai and gestured at Rowdy.
Ojai looked at Poison and Tug and announced, “That wouldn’t be hard to do.”
The men laughed at my lack of skills. Soon, they were shooting the shit about gaming with Rowdy.
Lula and I moved around the pool tables, where Clint, Rock, and Sabrina were playing with my club brothers. Eventually, Ivy showed up and glued herself to Clint. He completely lost focus on the men around him and ended up in a chair with his woman on his lap.
Following his lead, I located a quiet spot where Lula and I could be alone again. We made out while people played games, drank, and listened to music. I could have remained locked together with Lula for the rest of the night. Unfortunately, her vibrating phone interrupted our fun.
Lula looked at her cell before showing the text to me. “Does that say what I think it says?”
Jarred’s text warned the LM Jokers were on their way to the Fire Hooch. Tricky had sent out a club-wide message, tipping off Jarred, who was back in Little Rock after a short visit to Little Memphis to check on Lula and Dillon.
“I’ll warn Clint,” Lula said and slid off my lap. “You warn Zodiac. We’ll lock the front doors and meet back here for more kissing.”
Lula waved Sabrina over and sent her to the front doors. I heard her sister loudly offer to go outside and kick Tricky’s ass. Other Crimson Guard members headed toward the doors rather than simply locking them.
While Lula pried Ivy off Clint, I tried to locate my president before trouble arrived. Instead, I found York sitting at the bar top, nursing a beer like he had lost a good friend.
“Where’s Zodiac?”
