Vicious Cycle (Vicious Cycle #1)(37)

At that moment, Alex backed her ass up to Kim and ground against her. “Sweet Jesus,” I grunted while the men around me shouted their approval. When Alex finally met my gaze, I crooked my finger at her. With the grace of a supermodel on a runway, she walked down the length of the bar to me. The moment she was within my grasp, I motioned her down to where I could whisper in her ear. When she did, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down.

My brothers booed and hissed at my move. “Shut the f*ck up!” I shouted as I put Alex on her feet.

“No. I don’t want to stop dancing.”

“Yes, you do.”

“I’m thirsty,” she absentmindedly announced. One of our out-of-town members, Tony, handed her a beer. “Thank you,” she replied sweetly. She then proceeded to down the thing in a series of big gulps and then sucked down another one that was placed in her eager hands.

“I don’t think that was a good idea.” Now that she was off the bar, she began to sway a little. Grabbing her shoulders, I steadied her. “Okay, I think it’s officially time for you to go to bed.”

Alex swatted my hands away from her. “Don’t be a party pooper,” she slurred. Glancing over her shoulder, she cried, “More shots!”

While Rev chuckled at her enthusiasm, a song with a fast beat came on the jukebox, and Alex scrambled to climb up on the bar again. “Get down.”

“But I wanna dance again.”

After her beer, she could barely walk, least of all dance. When I tightened my arms around her waist, she twisted around and then shoved me as hard as a drunk girl her size could. I didn’t budge, so she sent a stinging smack across my face. “Get off me!”

“I do that, and you’re going to end up on the floor.”

Jerking her chin up at me, she shrieked, “You’re an *!”

“And you’re a mean little drunk,” I mused, my cheek still stinging.

Alex’s brows furrowed. “Am I really a mean drunk?”

“Considering you just slapped me, I would have to say yes.”

She gasped. “Oh my God. I’m a horrible person.”

“And a mean drunk,” I teased. When her chin trembled, I groaned. “Now, don’t go making yourself a ‘crying drunk,’ too,” I warned.

After sniffling, she said, “I’m sorry I slapped you, Deacon.”

“It’s okay. I’m man enough to take it.”

When she peered up at me, she frowned. Closing her eyes, she shook her head. After she opened them again, she looked like she was staring past me. “You two don’t hate me, do you?”

I glanced left and right. There was only Alex and me standing there. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Her finger waved between me and the empty spot beside me. “You and him.”

“Jesus, now you’re seeing double?”

She hiccupped. “Maybe.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, you’re really going to bed now.” Taking her by the arm, I started leading her toward the bedrooms.

“Good night, Alex!” came a chorus of male voices.

“’Night, boys!” she called over her shoulder.

As we started down the hall, she gazed up at me. “You know, I really like your boyfriends … I mean brothers. Bikers are pretty cool.”

“I’m glad you think so,” I mused.

When we got inside my clubhouse room, Alex gazed around. “I was expecting something different.”

“Like what?”

“Lots of black leather, some fur furniture, and lots of mirrors.”

I laughed. “Well, there’s that one,” I said, motioning to the ceiling.

“Oh,” she murmured, gazing at our reflection.

“I can’t take the credit for putting it up. Whoever had it before me must’ve liked mirrors.”

Alex brought her gaze to mine again. “But you didn’t take it down?”

“Nah. It’s pretty cool sometimes.”

“Yuck.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it, babe.”

She shot me a disgusted look before stumbling over to the bed. When she started to face-plant on the mattress, I grabbed her arm. “Wait a minute.” With my other arm, I pulled down the spread and sheets. “Get under the covers.”

She snorted. “Yes, Daddy.”

Rolling my eyes, I replied, “Don’t call me that.”

In a singsong voice, she asked, “Are you gonna read me a bedtime story, too?”

“No, I’m not. I’m going to hope and pray your drunken ass finally passes out, because you’re driving me crazy.” Her response was to stick her tongue out at me. “Now you’re also an immature drunk.”

“Ugh, it’s hot,” she whined, kicking off the covers.

“If you can wait a damn minute, I’ll turn on the fan.” When I turned back around from hitting the switch, I sucked in a harsh breath at the sight of Alex ripping off her shirt. The white lacy bra was about the sexiest thing I’d seen in a long f*cking time. It may not have been skimpy, but just seeing the outline of Alex’s pink nipples beneath the lacy shit made my mouth run dry.

But she wasn’t through tormenting me. Oh no. She had to rip off her jeans next to reveal white boy shorts. I licked my lips, trying hard to hold myself back from ripping them off of her and burying my face between her legs.