Page 13 of Marked By Myth

“Fang? Come on. There’s too many women for him to settle with just one,” the kid said. I looked at him, his cocky grin, his hair perfectly styled, his fresh ink on his neck and on his arms. The tape on his kutte told me he was a prospect.

“Flash, huh?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh god, don’t call me that.”

Cowboy chuckled while Fang tried to move Flash away from the table.

“And you, Flash?” I asked. “Where are your bevvy of women waiting for you?”

Cowboy and Fang both laughed, but Flash ignored it, zeroing in on me. If I were ten years younger, I’d probably swoon with the attention he was laying on me.

“Oh no, baby, I only love on one woman at a time. Once I’m with a woman, they know they’re worth every bit of my attention.”

Wow.

The confidence of this one had me smirking at his attempt. My eyes moved behind him to where Myth was flirting with a girl at the bar. His eyes cast over to mine every now and then, but he made no attempt to stop me.

Maybe he truly was over me.

Not that it mattered. I was a taken woman, after all. Why is it I had barely thought about Beck then?

“Ignore the young gun,” another biker said, slinging his arm over Flash’s shoulders. “He doesn’t know what a lady needs, but I do.”

“Stand down,” Fang barked out. “Both of you. You don’t unde–”

“I’m going to let the testosterone settle a little, and when I get back, I expect another drink to be sitting here for me.”

The men all watched as I headed away from the table and toward the hallway that led to the bathrooms. I didn’t need to go yet, but I needed them to take a breather.

As I turned the corner to the hallway and started to head down to the door, I felt my arm be pulled back. Spinning, I grunted as I landed hard against the wall, my eyes looking up into the dark depths of Myth’s deep green eyes.

“Adrian.”

“You ain’t gonna come talk to me, kitten?” he all but growled, his lips close to mine. I could feel the ghost of his breath mingling with mine.

“You look good, baby,” he said, his eyes skating down over me. “It’s been a long time.”

“For good reason,” I spat back. “Let me go.”

“Why?”

“I’m not yours anymore, Adrian.”

His smirk was infuriating because with the proximity between us, I could feel my heart hammering in my chest, I could feel his hands on my waist, his fingers holding me there, tight.

“Is that what you think?”

Oh god, why were my thighs trembling? Why did I suddenly become wet, and why the ever loving fuck was my clit throbbing?

He was still devastatingly gorgeous, those eyes that could bore holes into me with just one look, much like the one he was giving me now.

“Adrian…”

“Come to my room,” he said, his eyes on my lips. I could feel the way he wanted me, the way my body was betraying me and wanting him back. It would be so easy to give in, to let him use my body, give me a night I could never forget, block out the pain of the day. The worst part of our break up had been there’d been no final time. I’d wanted one, for months afterward, I had wanted more time to explore his body, to have him bring me to orgasm over and over again.

Jesus.