Claiming Crusher (Savage Brothers MC #4)(9)

“Nice place, Twinkie,” I hear Dragon say and watch as he climbs off his bike and makes his way to the women. I follow suit a little behind him. I notice Gunner and Freak do the same.

My attention goes to the brunette, who doesn’t bother to hide her laughter at the way my brother and her girl are going at it. She’s got on designer sunglasses and her nails are perfectly done. She’s high maintenance and probably a bitch. She’s everything I should stay away from, but I keep remembering her words to me at the gas station when I asked her name. Today, I’m not even sure. In that moment she looked so haunted…so sad. She reminded me of Melly and it hurt. It hurt like a motherf*cker. I drag my attention away from the babe’s lips and listen to the blonde yell when Dragon picks her up.

“Wait! What on earth are you doing?”

“Mama, those things on your feet are cute as hell, but they aren’t going to protect you from snakes.”

It’s an enjoyable exchange until I hear other laughter, deeper laughter. The brunette’s voice is deeper and huskier. It reminds me of an old country song and an aged glass of bourbon. Something that burns going down, but settles in your gut and warms you. I watch as she climbs on Freak’s back and he hauls her to the porch of the rental.

I don’t get jealous. Fuck, I have never been jealous a day in my life. Yet, in that moment, when I see Freak’s tattooed fingers wrap around the brunette’s tanned, silky-smooth, legs, I feel it. I feel it deep and I want to deck my brother for touching her. I shake my head because that is stupid. I don’t know the bitch and she sure didn’t warm up to me like she seems to have with Freak. I need to forget her. Maybe Dragon will strike out with the blonde and I can bury myself in her. Fire…I need someone with fire. I stomp back to my bike, mad at the little brunette with the f*cking sexy legs. I have a feeling her fire might burn me for a long damn time.

*

Back at the club, I’m on edge. I had a shower and grabbed some chow, but I have this restless energy. The memories of Mel are threatening to come out to play and I can’t handle that shit. I enter the main room looking for two things, a bottle and *. Maybe I can get drunk and f*ck myself into oblivion.

The Twinkies are out playing, but none of them grab a hold of my cock like the brunette did. Junior just lays there. I see Dragon at the bar and decide to join him instead. I know what’s on his mind, so I decide to add a little fuel to the fire. I’m a bastard most days, what can I say?

“She’s a hot little piece,” I say as a prospect puts a glass down in front of me and I grab Dragon’s bottle and pour myself a drink.

He doesn’t respond, unless you count grunting at me.

“You gonna push it?”

“Fuck if I know.” Dragon answers, and it’s almost enough to make me stop. He’s apparently more than mildly interested in the blonde. I should back away and let it go, because honestly my interest is not there. Then I look around the club and realize it’s not there for the free * either. Fire. I need fire—something to keep the memories at bay. I don’t know why the memories are so bad lately, but I need them to stop.

“Let me know if you don’t,” I tell him, only half meaning it. He gives me a look that would make a lesser man quake. “Hey, she’s damned fine.”

“She’s got trouble written all over her,” Dragon replies.

“Yeah, but what a trip. Some things are worth the trouble man,” I answer, but it’s an image of the brunette that flashes in my mind.

We talk for a few more minutes when I notice Tash walking towards us. She’s trouble. She has her sights set on Dragon and becoming his main bitch. I don’t see it happening. I hope like f*ck it doesn’t happen. She’s weak and I don’t trust her. She could spell nothing but trouble for my brother.

“Hey Dragon, you looking for some company?”

“Nah, Tash, why don’t you see to my brother here. I got things on my mind, girl,” Dragon replies.

I cock my eyebrow up and laugh before I can stop myself. I know Dragon’s game. If he thinks a cold piece of snatch like Tash will derail me, he’s a stupid motherf*cker. Tash walks over to me and slams her lips down on mine. Her tongue pushes in my mouth like a cobra getting ready to devour a baby rabbit. Her breath is thick with smoke and alcohol and it feels wrong. Still, I take her kiss and move my hand under the barely there mini dress she’s wearing. The skin on her naked ass feels leathery in places. She keeps her ass in the tanning bed too much. The club keeps one for the girls to use, but if this is what it does, Dragon should take that shit out.

I stand up and slap my brother on his shoulder.

“She starts work next week at the club man, let me know before then or she’s free game.”

Dragon growls again. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to get my shot at the blonde. It’s just as well, I’m not positive I want it anyway. I motion at one of the new girls, who isn’t quite a Twinkie yet. She’s more of a hanger-on. She doesn’t really appeal to me, except for two things. One, she’s a brunette with long hair that waves and curls on the edges. Two, she has big, doe eyes. It’s no coincidence that I’m picking her because she reminds me of the girl from the gas station, but I don’t really care. There’s also the added bonus that by using her and Tash, I might be able to get through the night without memories of Mel.