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“Really,” I nodded. “Believe me, some of the guys fuck right out in the open when we party, so nobody will bat an eye at us coming up here.”
“They…um, out in the open, like that? Really? I mean, I read that, but I didn’t think it actually happened. Oh, shoot, I’m worried about them judging me and now I’m judging them.”
I stopped her before she got herself all wound up about it.
“Look, I won’t lie to you. The parties can get wild, especially if we have another club visiting us. But nobody is breaking any laws. Everything is consensual.”
“So, you’ve done that?” she asked hesitantly. My gut clenched at the idea that this was too much for her, but I didn’t want to lie to her.
“Yeah, Angel, it’s not really my thing, but I have sometimes.”
“Do you want…I mean, would you expect me to …” she trailed off uncertainly.
“Would I fuck you out in the open?” At her nod, I shook my head emphatically. “Hell no, Angel, I’m not letting anybody else see you the way I’ve seen you tonight. Nobody gets to look at your body. Those assholes don’t get to see the way your skin flushes when you get turned on or see the look in your eyes when you come. That’s for me, and only me. If the idea of being watched gets you excited, we can talk about it, but I’m not sure I can do that with you.”
The relief on her face was clear. “Uh, no, I don’t think I could do that. Not that far, anyway.”
I was about to ask what she meant when my phone buzzed in my pocket again. Goddamn Trick. I pulled it out to see a message that the pizza had just been delivered. I dropped a kiss on her forehead and linked her fingers through mine.
“Pizza’s here. We’d better get downstairs before those assholes eat it all.”
Luckily, my brothers had the good sense not to say anything outright that would embarrass Molly while we ate, although they did shoot me some looks behind her back. Trick had a shit-eating grin on his face, and kept nudging my cousin Lucky, who was almost as bad. I flipped them both off, and they laughed like a couple of damned hyenas.
By the time we finished, a couple of club bunnies had arrived – not Paisley, I was relieved to see. I decided we should probably get out of here, so Molly wouldn’t have to deal with any shit that was likely to go down. I saw her glance uneasily in their direction. The way they were dressed, it was pretty obvious who they were and what they were there for. Shayna and Cat were the two sluttiest bunnies we had – up for whoever and whatever a brother wanted. I hadn’t touched either of them since shortly after they’d started coming around. They weren’t bad at first, but they had both been well-used at this point. It wasn’t unusual for them to fuck several brothers in the course of an evening. Loose, sloppy pussy wasn’t my thing, and I wasn’t even sure there was enough latex in the world to make me stick my dick anywhere near either of them now.
Before I could say anything, Molly leaned over and whispered that she needed to get home since she had to get up early in the morning. I nodded and kissed her temple, and she smiled up at me in relief.
“We’re gonna head out. Let me know what I owe for the pizza,” I tossed out, getting up and taking Molly’s hand. My dad, who had been talking with Bodhi at another table, stood up and walked over to us, putting his arm around Molly’s shoulder, and smiling down at her. She looked up at him and smiled back, clearly at ease with him. I wondered what had happened while I’d been meeting with Bull that made her feel so comfortable with him.
“It was nice to meet you, sweetheart. You make sure Jagger takes good care of you. Let me know if he gives you any trouble, yeah?” he told her, kissing the top of her head as she chuckled, before dropping his arm and stepping back. He looked at me over the top of her head and arched a brow, giving me a look I was familiar with. I could almost hear him telling me not to fuck this up. I nodded in understanding, hoping I wouldn’t, but figuring I probably would at some point. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, but that wasn’t going to stop me from trying. I wanted this, whatever this was. I wanted Molly.
It took us another ten minutes to make our way to the door, as we were stopped by nearly every goddamned brother I had. It took Molly about three seconds to have them eating out of her hand, even Bull, who was one of the scariest, broodiest motherfuckers I’d ever met. He had no use for women, other than to get his dick wet, since his ex-wife up and left him years ago. Abby was the only one of the Old Ladies who he ever had time for, but since she helped keep the club office organized, that was to be expected. He was polite to the rest but wouldn’t go out of his way to talk to them.
We had almost made it outside when Ace decided to grace us with his bullshit, blocking our path and reaching out a hand to try to grab Molly’s arm.
“Hang on a minute, Jagger. I saw you trying to keep this hot piece of ass to yourself. I think I have a new bunny to test out.” I tensed and clenched my fist as the urge to knock him on his half-drunk ass raged through me, and I felt Molly stiffen as I pushed her behind me. Ace was our Road Captain, which made him an officer of the club not merely a brother, so I couldn’t knock him on his ass. I couldn’t stand the motherfucker, despite the fact that he was my uncle. Luckily, before I could say anything to the douchebag in front of me, King was there, wrapping his arm protectively around Molly.
“Knock it off, Ace. Listen up, everybody. This is Molly, Jagger’s woman. Treat theladywith respect,” he said, and no one listening had any doubt that it was a direct order not only to Ace, but one that everyone was expected to obey. Ace flashed an angry look toward King, which he returned with a glare.
I nodded my thanks at my dad, before grabbing Molly’s hand and pulling her outside. Since Ace didn’t bother moving out of the way, I had no problem shoulder-checking him on the way out the door. I hustled her to my car, opening the door and helping her slide in before going around to the driver’s side.
I turned on the car and adjusted the A/C so it would cool down – it was still hot at night at the end of August. I looked at Molly, who was studiously avoiding my gaze. I could kill Ace for ruining the night like that.
“What’s your address, Angel?”
“My car is actually still at my friend Emma’s. Would you mind dropping me off there? She lives over by the hospital, in that new neighborhood on Vinewood.”
“That’s fine, I know where you’re talking about. Do me a favor and text me your address though. I want to be sure I have it.”
She nodded and reached for her purse, pulling out her phone and tapping the screen. I smiled when I heard her special chime on my phone and looked at her again, only to find her staring out the window.
“Molly, can you look at me, please?”
She turned her head and met my eyes warily. I reached over the center console and covered the hands that she was twisting in her lap. I worked her left hand free and twined my fingers through hers, holding her gaze the entire time.
“I’m sorry about Ace. He’s a miserable motherfucker, but I’ll make sure you don’t have to be around him.”
“Is he always that crude?” she asked, and I was glad to see a spark of anger. I would rather see her pissed off than cowering in the corner because of that bastard.
