Letting Her Lead (Ghost Riders MC #3)(18)

Though I have crazy respect for Vincent. Before him, Cas wouldn’t be caught dead even showing interest in a man in front of the club. It shows how far she’s come. I think he f*cks her in public because that’s not something Cas would do for anyone. She has someone she actually wants everyone to know about. I would have never thought that would happen in a million years.

“I don’t think I want you out in the open either. If you want to stand back and watch, they won’t mind, but if you don’t, we can move on. I haven’t paid it any attention since I met you. You’re the only one who can get my cock hard.”

She doesn’t answer me right away. She just stares at the two of them. Julie is now straddling Savage, her skirt pushed up, and it’s clear he’s got his cock in her, but he has her covered. You can’t see anything, but you know. It makes me think about two nights ago when I was on the couch at Izzy’s house and she rode me just like that. I reach down and rub the front of my jeans, picturing Izzy’s big tits bouncing in front of my face. I smile, remembering trying to catch a nipple in my mouth, but she was moving too much.

I lick the shell of her ear and see where her head is. “What are you thinking about?”

“Me riding you on the couch the other night.”

She turns and looks to me then, her black-framed glasses making her sexy as f*ck. Leaning down, I lick her lips and take them in a kiss. I pull back and smile down at her, nodding my head.

“Me, too.”

I pull her to me, and we watch them for a few more moments before I take her hand and lead her away. No need to see the big finish. I’ll be giving her that soon enough.

As we walk over to the bar we see Cas and Vincent are taking shots. It looks like they’ve got about a dozen lined up in some kind of competition. Cas pulls us over as we approach, clearly having a good time tonight.

“Izzy, this is my Shield.” Cas points to Vincent, and Izzy says hello. We all keep it quiet that Izzy is the one who shot Cas, because he wouldn’t be so quick to forgive.

“Want to do tequila chasers with us? We’re having a bet.”

“You mean I’m winning a bet,” Casper corrects V.

“Yes, MacKenzie, you’re winning. But I can still come back.” He gives her a kiss and goes back to explaining their game. “Every time we take a shot, we throw a dart. We get worse as we go, but the object is to get closest to the bull’s-eye.”

“I’m currently five for five,” Cas says and holds her nose in the air like a little brat. I don’t know why she pokes at him like she does, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“You in, Izzy?” V asks.

“No, thanks. I’m just watching tonight.”

Cas nods over to where Savage and Julie are cuddled up now—obviously having finished what they started—and just holding one another. “Looks like the opening show is over.” She takes a shot of her tequila and winks at Vincent. “Means we get to put on the main event tonight, Shield.”

He grumbles something about her competitiveness, and she leans over, grabbing his ass. She growls “mine,” and Izzy snorts with laughter.

Pulling her away from them, I introduce her to a few more of the guys in the club. Tonight is just a clubhouse night where we ask all the members to come by and be together. Just sort of like a family game night where we make an effort to be and to remain united as much as possible.

When we’ve gone around the room and everyone has met my old lady, I pull Izzy towards the stairs. She looks at me in surprise, and I stop to look down into her eyes.

“Everything okay, baby?”

She bites her lip and looks around nervously. “Did you not want to stay for the main event?” she asks, and her cheeks turn beet red.

I laugh a little, relieved that it wasn’t anything serious. I pull her to me. “No, baby. I’m sure there will be other opportunities to watch if your dirty little heart desires. I’m ready to get you upstairs and make our own main event. You look sexy as f*ck tonight, and now that I’ve made it clear you’re mine, we’re not doing this bouncing around shit anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

Taking her up the stairs to my room, I don’t answer her until we get inside and I lock the door behind us.

“Strip off slow, baby. I want my own little show.”

She gives me a wicked smile as she grabs my hand and leads me over to sit on the edge of the bed. When she takes a step back from me and slips off her shoes, I explain.

“I want us together all the time. I’ve got this place here, and I’ve got my house in town. I think you should sell your house and live with me.”

She pauses, her hands at the bottom of her shirt, taking a second to register what I just said.

“Elizabeth, I want us to have it all. And that starts with you being at my side at all times.”





15





Izzy





Lucias drops me on the bed, coming down over me. “I remember a while back, before you came into my life, Savage had his last fight. It was over his wife, Julie.”

“He had to fight over his own wife?” I ask, looking up at him as he looms over me.

“Yeah, long story short he did it just to have it over with. Knocked the guy out cold in one hit.” He smiles like he’s enjoying the memory. “Anyways, the fights can get a little wild. Kind of like the club downstairs. Open sex, drinking, and so on.”