Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(8)

I’m not sure how long I’m in there, but it’s nowhere near as long as I want it to be. I force myself to come out of hiding and get the items that Nicole asked for. When I make it back outside, Nic is talking to one of the bikers. He is definitely delicious eye candy, and very busy looking at my girl. He’s staring at her like she’s an all-night taco bar and he’s the stoner who smoked blunt after blunt and has a serious case of the munchies. Normally, I’d be all for Nic letting her hair down, but this guy screams danger—even more so because he’s starting to look like he’s going to strip and bang her right here in broad daylight against the gas pumps. Time for Dani to move in, divert, make them laugh and get us the hell out of dodge.

“Damn, Nic! When I said I wanted chocolate, you didn’t have to go all out, bitch.” I say it loud and my body instantly wants to crawl away and hide as eyes shift to me. I hate it, but I stay the course. “Hello there, Tall Dark and Do-me-all-over.” The biker pulls his eyes briefly away from Nic and looks me over, but I see the lack of heat when he looks at me. He really is wound up over my girl. I like that. If he didn’t have this look that said, I-kill-people-eat-them-for-dinner-and-spit-out-their-bones, I’d even encourage Nic. Trouble is, he has that look.

“Dani meet Stud, Stud meet Dani. I popped his cherry while you were in the store,” Nic says walking around to the driver’s side of the car.

The guy I should no longer be thinking about and his crew have been watching it all and laugh loudly. I look over towards them and he isn’t joining in the laughter. He is watching me…closely. For a brief space in time, our eyes lock. Everyone and everything fades away. I could get lost in the way he’s looking at me even from across a damned parking lot. This cannot happen. I laugh, open the car door, trying to be careful not to hit Nic’s boy toy and get in. He closes my door, but his eyes are zeroed in on Nic. Shit, I can almost feel the heat coming off of him, he is seriously in lust over Nic. I spare a glance at her. As usual, Nic doesn’t see it—she’s oblivious. Her parents have worked her over so much she doesn’t think any man would want her.

The man and Nicole banter back and forth as he leans on my car door. I don’t pay any attention. In my head, I’m still counting backwards. I try to concentrate on the sunshine, the color of my fingernail polish, anything but the panic I can still feel inside. It’s better and subsiding. Still, I wish we could just get out of here.

I feel sparks of awareness flash over my body and look across the parking lot. Cowboy-biker now has his shades on, so I can’t really see if his eyes are still on me, but he’s staring straight at me and my mouth goes dry. I am at war with myself. I want his attention, but at the same time I don’t. He screams danger. He chooses that moment to smile. It’s a good smile. It’s a sexy smile. I hate it. I shake it off and turn back to Nicole.

I’ve apparently missed their whole conversation because by the time I snap out of the trance the cowboy put me in, the other guy is tapping the hood and walking away.

“Be seeing you soon,” he calls, but Nic drowns him out by cranking our music back up.

The music tenses me up again. I can’t handle it right now…I need to give the pills more time to work their magic. I have it down to a science—relaxation in t-minus ten minutes.

“Who the hell was that?” I ask Nic when we get on the road, turning the music back down.

“I have no idea. Thought he was sexy, but he seemed to be getting his jollies off messing with me while his buddies laughed.”

I don’t say anything, because I didn’t see it that way at all, but she’d be better off if she stayed away from him.





Chapter 2




Crusher


It’s been a hell of a day. There are no other words for it. We’ve been traveling non-stop back from Alabama, after checking on a shipment that was f*cked up. We hadn’t got control over it when it was stolen, but the fact that it was reported and intercepted at all, reflects badly on our club. It is unacceptable and Dragon is fit to be tied. I don’t blame him. Hell, as his VP, a lot of the blame is on my shoulders as well. I’m pretty f*cking sure we have a narc somewhere in our group, whether from a hanger-on, prospect, or f*ck, even a member, I don’t know. Something is going to have to be done and done soon though. That much is clear. The only bright spot of my day so far, is seeing that f*ck-me brunette with killer legs, a flawless face, and dark haunted eyes that call to me. I can tell they are haunted and they remind me of a girl from long ago…a girl I can’t ever let go of. All of that combined with those damn shoes she had on, makes me want to slam her against a wall, and f*ck her hard enough that I can feel those damn heels dig into my ass with every thrust.

She has a body made for sin and I have the raging cock stand to prove it. Fuck. It’s been a good ten minutes since she shot my ass down, and I’m still hard. I tried to watch as Dragon hit on the brunette’s friend and it was probably an enjoyable show, but I couldn’t tell you. I was too busy looking at the hot little piece of ass who’s making my dick ache.

Apparently the blonde had the same effect on my brother, because instead of heading straight home to the club, we’re following the two women to a house the club rents. We pull in the driveway behind them. Shit! The place looks bad. Irish is in charge of renting it and having it looked after. Apparently, he dropped the ball. I can tell by the look on Dragon’s face he’s not happy. It’s probably a good thing Irish is working at the club and didn’t go with us to Alabama. There’s enough tension between those two lately.