Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(37)

“Fucked up day,” I answer taking another drink—this time emptying the glass, save for the ice, which is a waste of space, but for some reason Nailer thinks I drink on the rocks. I’ve never corrected him. Shit. I feel like I’m on the rocks, so I guess it fits.

“Amen,” Gunner says looking out over the crew. “All the brothers seem to be getting their dick sewn up. I guess you’ll be next.”

“Don’t see that happening,” I answer honestly. I mean I can’t even get her to come here to the party. I guess I was taking whatever this is between us to mean more than it did. I feel like a damned *. Shit, I’m acting like one.

“Really? You and that Dani chick seem pretty f*cking tight. You’re there every night.”

The man is starting to piss me off. Nosey-ass f*cker.

“It’s a job. I’m there until Dragon calls me off of it.” Lie. Dragon told me I could come back to the club after Irish was questioned the second time. I’m there because I want to be.

“Damn though man it’s been a month, and well after today the shit is finished. I mean, hell you’re there all the time. No down time, that’s kind of shitty. Plus, that’s a long time to go without *—especially for you and I know you ain’t getting shit from the Ice Maiden.

There’s that f*cking nickname again. Some people are just f*ckin’ clueless. There’s not a damn thing cold about Dani. I love everything about that woman…except for the f*cking fact she doesn’t want anything from me but my dick.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t getting laid,” I answer and wish I could take the words back. I’m holding another glass of whiskey, that I don’t even remember pouring, watching the amber liquid swirl around. Yeah, I’m pretty f*cking drunk, there’s no two steps away from it now.

“Fuck! You made it in with the Ice Maiden? Damn you are the King of *. I bow to you, man. I didn’t think they’d make a dick around here she’d look at. Though I guess threesomes are her thing if you go by that night at the movies and we all know that’s your specialty.”

Specialty? He makes me sound like a damned porn star. Worse, I don’t want to be reminded of that night. I don’t want to remember that she chose to leave that night with another man…f*ck two men, when I asked her not too. Hell, I really have been deluding myself. What the f*ck have I been thinking? She even told me she was just using me for my dick. I finish the rest of my new drink in one long swallow.

“You need to share man! Hook a brother up. I don’t care to tag team her. Hell, I’d love to tap that. Damn, I’d love to have her mouth wrapped around my cock.”

His words, just twenty minutes before, would have got his ass knocked out. Hell, I would have done it even ten minutes before. Now? Now, I remember she’s not here. I remember that she asked to use my cock and my cock only. I remember she chose that bastard in Skull’s crew over me and finally I remember I’m speaking out of my ass, that she won’t suck my damned cock. So, what I say next is pure bullshit and I don’t mean a bit of it. I shouldn’t even say it—but I do.

“Yeah, she’s good. Sucks me like I’m a Popsicle on an Arizona summer day. Best head I’ve ever had.”

“Hell, I knew it. She likes threesomes, you need to let me join you guys sometimes. Freak is out of commission now. You need a new partner.”

I want to laugh. He knows shit about Nikki and Freak. I shrug, “Sure I’m about finished with her. You know me, got to have variety. I’ll ask her about it before I move on though.”

The lie hurts me to say. It lays flat in my stomach and feels like led.

“Fuckin’ A! I’m about to go party with Lips, want to join in?”

“Nah man, I’m about partied out. Think I’m gonna crash in my old room tonight.”

“Want me to send you a Twinkie?”

“Nah, Dani wore my ass out before the party. I’m good.”

He slaps me on the back and leaves. I stare at the empty glass, sliding it back and forth between my hands, listening to the sound of it scraping on the table and the ice rattling inside. I can hear it even over the noise in the room. Perhaps it was that, or the fact I am drunk, or hell maybe even a mixture of both that make it so I don’t hear Dani. I can’t really say.

“Hey lover,” she purrs from behind me, her breath hitting my neck, her voice sweet in my ear.

At first I think I’m dreaming, like I’ve conjured her up in my imagination and I’m so damn drunk I just think she’s here. Then I feel her hand slide down my chest. I lean back against her letting my hand go up around her neck and pull her down to me. I bury my face in the side of her neck and breathe her in. Fuck. She’s here. I want to yell at the top of my lungs. Fuck yeah, this means I’m getting to her.

“I missed you, Hellcat,” I tell her and goddamn it’s true. I’ve never missed a woman before in my life, but this one and Melly.

“I heard. You want to party with Guns, Cowboy?”

Oh f*ck! Hell no I don’t want to party with Gunner! Shit, did she hear that and want it? Is that what this is about? I’m not down. Fuck, no. Not Dani. She. Is. Mine.

“Not tonight, sweetheart,” I growl. Not ever, I add silently.

“No?” She asks me, biting on my neck while her hands go down to my pants working on the zipper and button. Holy shit, does she mean to f*ck me here in the club, with the party going on? I mean, okay it happens with Twinkies, but I never thought Dani would be into that. I’m not sure how I feel about it, but I’m getting hard at the thought. Still, I don’t want my brothers seeing me f*ck my woman. She’s not some Twinkie or a hanger-on and she sure isn’t a whore to be used and forgotten.