Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(29)

I slide my jeans on, button them and then try to remember where Nailer left Nic’s car keys when he dropped off a few days ago. I keep Zander’s shirt on. Screw him. I’m claiming it. When I go to leave the room I realize Zander is standing in front of the door, a white towel swung low on his hips.

“Come here, Hellcat.”

“I think the time for that is gone, I’m heading out to *’s.”

“What the f*ck for?”

I wonder what he would do if told him the truth? Fuck it, tonight seems to be the night for truth.

“I go to study the dancers.”

“The dancers? Is that it, you like chicks too? Cause sweetheart, I’m okay…”

“God, how did I forget you are an *? I go to study the dancers, so I can be better.”

“I don’t think you should be dancing.”

“I don’t actually care what you think. Anyways, I’m heading out. I’ll talk to you later, Zander.”

“Why does it matter if you dance better?” He asks, and this time the tone of his voice changes. I don’t know what it is, but it makes me feel like he really wants to know and apparently tonight I’m in the mood to just tell everything—almost.

“Because, my body is all I have to depend on. If I’m good at dancing and make sure I stay in shape, then I’ll be able to take care of myself wherever I have to go.”

He frowns, like he doesn’t like my answers, but then why would he? He doesn’t know who I am.

“Is that why you starve yourself all the time and drink that damn tea shit that stinks to high heaven?”

I shrug, “It’s called a cleanse. It keeps my metabolism up, and I don’t starve.”

“Hellcat, you have so many twists and turns you make me dizzy.”

“Don’t worry about it Stud, not like it matters. I’ll talk to you later,” I say feeling defeated now. I got up the courage to take the plunge and it didn’t happen. Now, I just feel stupid, and I need to get away from him.

“I accept your terms,” he says just as I begin to push through him to leave the room.

My hands freeze on his chest and I look up at him.

“My terms?”

“Yeah. You don’t want the past brought up. You want to use my dick, I say absolutely. I just have one question. You answer it, and we’ll get this party started.”

I take a step away from him, wondering exactly what he’s got on his mind now.

“What’s the question? I already told you, I’m not discussing my past.”

“I get it, but what I have to ask you is very important on how we proceed here.”

His answer confuses me, but I’m curious and I still….want… him.

“Okay shoot, but I’m not promising to answer.”

I thought that would make him smile, it doesn’t. He looks totally serious and asks the one question, that I kind of hoped he would never ask.

“You said you have never had a man between your legs you didn’t ha….”

“I told you I’m not talking about this,” I interrupt him.

He puts his hands up before I continue and moves so that he is completely blocking the door. Blocking any hope of escape.

“I’m not asking for details, sweetheart. I’m asking you to tell me one thing and one thing only.”

I have this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I feel exposed—like I’ve given too much away. I can’t take it back now, it’s too late. I let my guard down and all I can hope is that it doesn’t come back around and bite me in the ass.

“Go ahead and ask me then.”

“Have you ever had an orgasm?”

I don’t want to answer. I don’t. I also can’t forget how sweet he’s been this week. How he’s taken care of me, how he’s been watching out for me, protecting me and most of all…how he makes me feel.

“I don’t see how this…”

“It makes every f*cking difference in the world. So I’m going to ask you one more time Hellcat, and you’re going to answer.”

“Has a man ever made you come?”

I drop my gaze and stare down at my feet. My toenail polish is chipped. I should fix that before I go out…

“Hellcat, eyes. Give me those eyes. Has a man ever made you come?”

“I…no. There are you happy now? Jesus. If using a man for sex is this difficult, I have no idea why women don’t just remain virgins.”

He gives me a kind of cocky half smile and the little lines at the corner of his eyes crinkle. I get that damn feeling in my stomach that he’s been giving me all week. Damn it.

“I’ll show you why in a minute. Now, I have one more question.”

“Oh no. No way Stud, you said one question and that’s what I agreed to. One question.”

“That question, necessitated the next.”

“Necessitated? Jesus Zander,”

“Have you ever made yourself orgasm, Hellcat?”

My heart stops. There’s a question I wasn’t expecting. If I tell him the truth will he see how truly pathetic I am? Shit.

“No, and that’s all you’re getting. Do not bother asking me why, Zander or so help me I will take that lamp you’re standing beside and bang it over the side of your head.”