Crash (Brazen Bulls MC #1)(81)
“Okay.”
“Okay?” He was surprised by her concession.
She enjoyed that and decided the moment needed some snark. “Yes, okay. I will be a good old lady and do what my man says.”
“Shit,” he chuckled and shook his head. “I thought I’d enjoy that sentence more.”
oOo
The ‘bedrooms’ Rad had advertised were tiny—enough room for a double bed and a chest of drawers, and not much more than that. With Ollie’s bed in the corner, there were about four square feet of empty floor space. And the best part of all that opulence—no private bathroom. There were two bathrooms on the second floor, and they were shared by ten rooms.
It was like Willa was back in college and had been assigned to the shittiest dorm on campus.
At least she had a couple of decent roommates, though.
Rad’s confidence aside, Willa had been nervous about bringing Ollie into the clubhouse. He’d never been around so many people before, and she wasn’t sure how he’d take all the stimulation. He might get stressed, and if the guys got rowdy, she didn’t know if Ollie would understand.
The service station was closed, and the dinner Willa had just started helping prepare a few hours before—beef stew and fresh bread—had been served, buffet style on the bar. All the Bulls were sitting around inhaling the aromatic meal.
Ollie had been watchful and reserved, but Willa thought the rich aromas of stew and bread—momentarily overwhelming the usual bottom-of-a-frat-house-dumpster reek of the place—had distracted him a bit. And Rad hadn’t oversold the Bulls’ collective affection for dogs and ease around pit bulls. After an hour, Ollie had more friends than he’d ever had, and his belly was about raw from the on-demand rubbing it had been getting.
She was pretty sure he’d had his share of sneaky stew, as well.
As the evening wore on, and Ollie enjoyed his ‘guest of honor’ status, Willa realized that she was at her first Bulls party. Everybody was together, talking and laughing and drinking. A game of pool was going on between Apollo and Griffin. Gunner had one of the girls—Tyra, the girl who’d helped out the night Willa had tended to him and Simon—on the pinball machine, giving Willa an idea what Rad might have meant when he’d told her he’d f*cked with an audience before.
Ox stood behind his old lady, Maddie, at the jukebox, his humungous arms around her. They looked like they were picking music, but they’d been over there for a while. Delaney and Mo snuggled together on a sofa. Dane and Joanna had gone home. The other guys were either at the bar or on the patio. There seemed to be plenty of girls to go around, and they seemed to be happy with any Bull they got. Even some guys not in kuttes—they must have been the ‘hangarounds’—were getting lucky.
“What’s goin’ on, baby?” Rad came up behind her and murmured in her ear, punctuating the question with a nibble of her lobe.
“Mmmm. What d’you mean?”
“You’re standin’ here swayin’ and grinnin’. Thinkin’ happy thoughts?” His hands slid over her hips and drew her back to his body.
“Yeah. I like this place.”
His chuckle tickled her neck and gave her goosebumps. “I thought it was gross.”
“It totally is. But I like it. Ollie loves it.”
“You’re a little drunk, ain’t ya?”
“Hmmm? I don’t think so.” She lifted the beer bottle in her hand. It was empty. She hadn’t had that much to drink—a couple of beers with dinner, a couple of shots of…tequila? whiskey? with the ladies, some beers since. Oh, and the shot of J?ger, just to shut Gunner up about it. “Maybe a little.”
Rad’s fingers had slid into the front pockets of her jeans, and his mouth had made a trail of tiny kisses from her ear, down the side of her throat, across the back of her neck. He was working his way up to her other ear. Her body throbbed heavily, a downward beat striking deep, making her clit swell. Her nipples were painful knots straining against her bra.
His erection rocked against her ass and lower back as she writhed on him, and he groaned and bit down on her neck.
Dropping her head back and letting it roll to the side against his chest so he could reach all of her neck, she moaned, “Let’s f*ck.”
“You got it. Let’s get upstairs.”
A thought struck her and gave her a thrill. With it, she knew he was right—she was a little drunk. Maybe it hadn’t been the world’s best idea to drink a couple of nights after being drugged, but hey—hindsight. Anyway, she was safe, and it wasn’t a bad thought she was having. Simply unusual.
“You say you’ve had an audience before?”
He flinched. “What? No, Willa—that was sweetbutts.”
Thinking of Tyra and Gunner on the pinball machine, the full understanding occurred to her for the very first time that she was surrounded by women who’d been naked with her man. Jealousy flowered in her heart. “So? You saying you don’t want people to see you f*ck me? You embarrassed?”
He turned her around and stared into her eyes. “You are drunk, baby.”
Maybe. It still wasn’t a horrible idea. She liked everybody here—well, except for possibly all the sweetbutts she might have just possibly decided that she hated. Still, she was safe. Wasn’t that the whole point of being here? “Aren’t you? And you didn’t answer my question.” She poked him in the chest to underline her point.