Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(142)

“I said I wasn’t interested,” Janine said.

“We can make you interested,” the other guy said.

I loomed up behind them and Janine spotted me. “Clutch,” she said.

The three guys turned to look at me.

“There a problem here?” I asked.

“No problem, you f*cking goon,” the leader said, grinning at me. “This bitch was just leaving.”

“What did you say?” I asked him.

“Clutch, come on,” Janine said, pushing past the guys and trying to pull me away.

“Yeah, go ahead. Take your dry cunt slut away from here,” the kid said, “you f*cking lowlife.”

His two friends laughed and high fived.

I stepped forward and slugged my fist into the kid’s jaw. He barely had time to flinch before I knocked him down. He dropped to the ground.

His two friends came at me. I ducked the first punch and came up with an uppercut to the second guy’s chin. He stumbled back as I turned, catching the fist that was heading toward my face, and twisted the guy’s wrist.

I kicked his knee, dropping him down, and then let his wrist go. I slammed my fist into his face, knocking him flat down.

The guy I uppercut punched me in the head from behind. I stumbled, still holding on to my whisky glass with my left hand. I spun around, ducking another punch, and stepped in to elbow him in the nose. He dropped to the ground, his face bleeding, his nose broken.

I knocked back my whisky, proud that I hadn’t spilled a drop.

“Come on,” Janine said, pulling me away.

“Later, boys,” I said.

She led me away as a crowd was forming around us. The fight hadn’t lasted more than fifteen seconds, and people were just figuring out what had happened.

I deposited my empty glass on a table as Janine yanked me out the front door. I waved to my bouncer friend with a grin; he’d never be letting me back in, which was fine with me.

“Why did you do that?” Janine said, rounding on me in the parking lot.

“They insulted you,” I said, “and I’m your bodyguard.”

“I don’t need you to take care of me like that.”

She stepped close to me, her lips hanging open, anger rolling off her.

“Sure you do, princess,” I said. “It’s what I’m good for.”

“Yeah, and that’s it.”

“No, not just that.” I grabbed her hips, pulling her against me. She didn’t fight it. “I’m good for a few other things, too.”

“Clutch,” she said, my name barely a whisper.

“Go ahead,” I said. “Tell me you don’t want me to f*ck you until you scream my name right here in the parking lot and I’ll let you go.”

She didn’t say a word.

I crushed my mouth against hers, kissing her hard. She threw her arms around me, pressing her perfect body against mine, returning the kiss.

Fire burned through my veins, my cock raging hard again as we kissed. Her lips were perfect, her tongue soft against mine, her taste filling my mouth. I kissed her hard in the parking lot, and in the back of my mind I knew I was making a mistake.

But it was a delicious f*cking mistake.

Slowly she pulled away, her mouth open, breathing deeply.

“Take me home,” she said.

I nodded once and got onto the bike. She climbed on behind me, wrapping her arms tightly around me as I pulled out into traffic.

I rode hard back toward her apartment, my heart beating hard. I knew what I wanted, and I knew she wanted it too. It was wrong, a betrayal of our club, but I couldn’t help it, not after the way she kissed me back, hungry and passionate.

We got off the bike and quickly went up the stairs. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. I followed her in and she shut the door behind me.

I stepped toward her. She pressed her back against the door and stared at me with these eyes like lightning, needy and hard.

“Wait,” she said as I got close. “Wait.”

“I’m not patient,” I said. “I take what I want.”

“Listen to me, Clutch.” She held her hands up, and I saw something shift inside her, some subtle thing that made all the difference. “We can’t.”

“Why? Give me a good reason. I know you want this.”

“I’m going to marry him. I’m going to marry Jetter.”

I stopped in my tracks, staring at her. She looked back defiantly, but I could see it there in her eyes. She wasn’t f*cking lying.

She was really going to marry the scumbag.

“Okay,” I said and stepped back. “Tonight is about what you want.”

“Clutch,” she said.

“I’m crashing on your couch again,” I said, “until Larkin tells me otherwise.”

“Fine.” She looked away from me.

I walked over and sat down, putting the television on. I could feel her lingering back toward the door for a second before disappearing into her room.

“Fuck,” I said softly to myself.

She was really going through with it. I never imagined for a second that she’d actually do it.

She was really going to marry that traitor f*ck, all for the good of the club.





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