Glory (21 page)

Just watch me
, I shot back.

I ran my tongue across my lips, moistening them. His gaze flipped to my mouth, intensifying. In the next movement, I bent over, touching my toes, giving Hastie’s dad a glimpse at young pussy. A large hand clamped on my right ass cheek and squeezed tightly. “Fine ass you got there, baby. What—”

A loud crack cut off Knuckle’s next words. When I swirled around, I found him on the floor, the chair clattering to the ground. Hastie was pummeling his father with heavy fists over and over again.

Oh my God!

Knuckle fought back, countering Hastie’s movements with blocks and jabs. “Stop!” I cried, grabbing at his shirt to haul him back. In what seemed like no effort at all, Hastie pushed me off him and landed one last punch to Knuckle’s face before the rest of Glory MC broke them apart.

Hanna was immediately at my side. “Indy! Are you all right?” She should have been pissed at me for what I had done, but there was genuine concern in her eyes. I let an apology show in my expression and she squeezed my arm once, letting me knowing it was okay. I hoped she realized that Knuckle was hurting just as much as she was. The way he was throwing back the alcohol confirmed that. I’d seen that haunted look before whenever I used alcohol to forget. Knuckle was just trying to deal with what happened and move on, but he was doing a piss-poor job of it.

“I’m fine,” I said. Even though I was far from it.

Hastie’s loud yelling rocked Neptune’s, rising higher than the music and the curses from the other members. “Don’t ever lay a hand on her again. She’s mine, understand?”

Above the noise of the crowd, I heard Knuckle’s booming voice. “You motherfucker. You better watch yourself, kid. I don’t give a fuck that you’re my son. I’ll kick you out and there won’t be anyone who’ll take you in.”

Knuckle’s eyes met mine, feral in its intensity. I took a step back on instinct. One of his eyes was already turning black and his nose appeared to be broken.

Lucky’s voice cut in. “It’s over, brother.” He clapped a hand over Hastie’s shoulder, pushing him away from Knuckle who was being held back by other members of Glory MC. “It’s over now. Come on, let’s just cool down.” Hastie shrugged him off with one violent movement. Lucky backed off immediately, putting his hands up in surrender. “We’re cool. Just chill, okay?” he said, still reassuring his friend.

“Where is she?” Hastie growled, looking at the crowd that had formed around them like a fight pit. “Where the fuck is she?”

“You better leave,” Hanna whispered to me right before Hastie turned to spot me.

Anger transformed his entire face. Those emerald eyes I grew acquainted with locked onto me with a possessive glow. His teeth were revealed in a snarl that changed his entire expression. Shit. My taunting had clearly pushed him too far.

In two strides he wrapped a possessive arm around my torso, pulling me in so that I was plastered against his body. His breathing was hard and jagged as it brushed across my face, enlivening all my senses. I was strangely attuned to every minute movement his body made. He growled my name and I braced myself for a lashing.

Instead, he grabbed my hand and practically dragged me to the men’s bathroom, nearly throwing me in and slamming the door shut behind him. I stumbled under his rough handling, turning to face him just in time to see him flip the latch. Locked in.

Gulp.

“Hastie, I’m—”

My apology was cut off by a scorching kiss. It was far from pretty. Our front teeth banged against each other and Hastie nipped my lower lip. The faint taste of pennies on my tongue told me he had drawn blood, but with the way he manhandled me, I couldn’t even get a word out.

His mouth descended over mine again and again, taking and taking. And I gave him all I had. God, I hadn’t realized how much I wanted him until now. Rough hands cupped my neck and hips, pulling me towards him. Our hands grabbed at each other, touching ass, hips, and my breasts. Our clothes soon became a tattered mess around us, leaving me in only my bra and black thong before Hastie pulled back from the kiss just long enough to loosen his belt, unbutton his jeans and drop his fly. Then he was on me again, squeezing every breath from my body.

When I hopped up to wrap my legs around his waist, Hastie hoisted me up further and turned, slamming me into the bathroom door that he just locked. My breath was knocked out of me from the impact, but another molten kiss brought me back to life. I tugged on his hair sharply as he growled. “Baby, you play with fire.” I was breathing heavily now, too consumed with the heat that was emanating from his body. “You make me burn.”

His lips descended on mine again, crushing the last breath from my body. Reason and all thought left my mind as I struggled to maintain some level of control.

“You did that to drive me crazy, didn’t you?” A nip on my shoulder caused me to yelp. “You wanted to rile me up and get me angry. Seeing you tonight, watching you shake your body for
him
? My fucking
father
? Yeah, you wanted me to lose control. I hope you’re ready, babe, because I’m not holding back. I’m claiming what’s mine.”

Heat rushed to my core with his crude words. I tightened my legs around his waist and dug my fingernails into his shoulder and back. He relished the pain and gripped me tighter against him, pushing me into the door.

“Every goddamn man in that room wanted you, Indy. Did you see that? Every goddamn man. But you’re mine, aren’t you? You were mine all along.”

Hastie bent his head and sucked hard on my neck. I cried out at the brutal marking, knowing full well that tomorrow I’d have a huge hickey. “I’m not yours,” I retorted and loved the way his eyes flashed at my defiance.

He laughed cruelly. “Everyone in that fucking room knows you’re mine. And after I’m done with you, you’ll know it too.” Hastie shifted me so that the hard ridge of his cock brushed against my wet core. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming in pleasure. “Beg me to fuck you.”

“No,” I said, even as he moved against me, sending tendrils of sensation up my spine. I wasn’t going to beg. A hand slid between us and he cupped me, no doubt noticing the wetness that coated my sex.

When his eyes met mine, triumph lingered there. “You don’t want this?” He thrust meaningfully against me and I barely suppressed my groan of pleasure. “Don’t want me?”

I expected another thrust to prove his point so I waited but it didn’t come. Hastie simply paused in his ministrations, waiting stock still for my answer. I growled in sexual frustration. The damn jerk was going to make me say it! “Damn you, Hastie, yes! Yes, I fucking want you.” Arching my back from the door, I pushed my hips against him, seeking his body.

“Tell me you want me. All of me.”

“Yes,” I sobbed. “I want all of you.”

He kissed me hard then, another clashing of teeth and blood. I coiled tighter around him, and when he dipped his hand between us to slide my thong aside, I screamed in ecstasy as he thrust deeply into me in one long movement.

Hastie fucked me hard and fast, a brutal mating that made me grow wild with heat. I clawed and bit, he pawed and pounded. “Yes,” he growled at my ear. “I love this.”

“Oh God,” I groaned as he hit that spot inside of me that lit me up. My words jumbled together in an incoherent mess.
“Yesyesyes!”

Suddenly, loud pounding from behind me sounded through the door. It was Hanna. “Hastie, you asshole! You better let her out of there right now before I break down this door. If you hurt her in any way, I’ll have your balls hanging off my bar by tonight.”

Another voice cut in. “Hastie, man. Think clearly on all this. Don’t do something that you’ll regret later.” That was Lucky, trying to be the voice of reason for his brother.

Through it all, my orgasm built and built until I was just inches away from flying into orbit. Hastie never once paused in pounding into me, he was too far gone.

Ignoring the yelling on the other side of the door, I focused on Hastie and what he was doing to me. This was raw fucking, the kind that you read about in erotic books but never experienced yourself. Like a vise, I coiled tighter until I couldn’t hold it back any longer. Shattering into a million pieces, I let out a scream that vibrated all around us.

Breathing heavily, Hastie let out a string of curses as he continued to pound into me through my orgasm, sending me straight into another one that stole my breath. This time, he joined me. His long groan in my ear sent shivers through my cooling body.

“Oh my God,” I heard Hanna say through the barrier between us. “I think . . . I think they’re having sex!”

“What?” came Lucky’s voice from farther away. “Let me hear.”

Hastie slowly dropped me to my feet. I couldn’t help the laughter that escaped my lips. I clapped a hand over them, trying to keep silent, but more giggles spewed from my mouth. In that moment, I was blissfully happy, whether from the amazing orgasms Hastie had given me or from the rotten timing of my curious friends on the other side of the door, I couldn’t tell. Didn’t care in that moment.

My eyes sought out Hastie’s then and when he looked at me, a smile split his face. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” He tucked his hand behind my head and pulled me in for a sweet, lingering kiss. “These past few days have been killing me.”

My eyes widened at his admission. I thought he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. I thought that I had pushed him too far that nothing I did would gain him back.

“I want you,” he repeated again, bending so that our foreheads touched. “You’re mine, Indy.”

My heartbeat kicked up at the admission. That was when I realized Hastie was beginning to mean more to me than I ever thought possible.

“I’m yours,” I agreed.

SIXTEEN

Second Chances

Hastie

I
t was a universal truth that when a man got laid, his mood lightened and at the moment, I was as content as a lion. I had my girl back; that was all that mattered.

Indy had played dirty when she went for the lap dance. But that was a testament to her intelligence and the fact that she knew me well. She predicted how I would react and knew my jealously would force me to confront her.

I hadn’t actually planned to face her when I walked into Neptune’s. My scheme had been to stay back, give her the space she needed to get through whatever shit she needed to get through and then come find me when she was ready to talk about it. God knew pressuring her to tell me didn’t work.

The last time we were together I lost my temper. A flood of emotions washed over me like a wave, discombobulating me for a second. I couldn’t believe my eyes as Indy held my pistol against her head. Fear, shock, and anger were a whirlwind around me, spurring me to ask her what the hell she was thinking. I should have known she would be defensive. She was always like that when faced with questions she didn’t want to answer. But alarm and panic had dug its claws into me by then, causing me to lash out in the only way I knew how.

Violence was the route I often took. It saved time and always got me what I wanted in the end. But even in the dark haze of confusion, I couldn’t hurt Indy. I turned and hit the wall instead, letting out my frustration in that way. The pain cooled me down a bit, but it didn’t stop the churning inside of my head. I couldn’t understand it. Couldn’t see her motive for doing such a stupid, reckless thing. I left, knowing it was the best thing to do. If I didn’t calm down first, things would only get worse.

After several days of hearing nothing from her, worry began to consume me. Was she okay? Was this really the end?

That was the reason I had come to Neptune’s tonight. When I saw her working, looking beautiful and not at all broken like I felt on the inside, my gut clenched with fear. Had she given up on us? Did she really intend to push me away?

No fucking way.

I had steeled myself, meeting her gaze head on. Indy needed a rock to steady her, and I wanted to be that anchor. Though I stayed far from the bar, I found that my eyes always drifted back in her direction. She was doing shots, looking busy but in control.

It was when she was moving towards Knuckle that I sensed her anxiety. She looked up at my father as if afraid, but when she glanced around the room, catching the eye of familiar faces, something changed within her. Her spine grew straight, her eyes turned fearless, and the way her body rose gracefully from its submissive crouch proved that she was taking back control. A girl with that kind of confidence was sexy. And lethal.

Lethal she proved to be when she starting moving that body of hers. A quick glance around the room and I saw desire in every man’s eyes as they watched her. Including my father’s.

I simply lost it. Just like a firecracker, uncontrolled and dangerous.

Factoring out that it was my father I had pummeled, I didn’t regret a single thing last night. Knuckle would have done the same if anyone had laid a hand on Hanna. But the alcohol and his bad attitude the last few days had put him in a vicious state. Something else was bothering the man other than his grief. I didn’t know what was going on between him and Hanna, but it must have been bad to cause such a reaction in him.

Losing a brother created a hole in the net, allowing all kinds of emotions to fall through. It didn’t help that we had yet to get our bearings on the situation before more trouble rolled in.

I touched my chin gingerly where Knuckle had landed a punch on me. The bastard had a fitting nickname—he could punch like no other. But I’d do it all again if only to prove the point that Indy was off limits from here on out.

Our makeup sex had been the best sex I ever had up there against the bathroom wall where we had first met. I had always imagined our first time together to be slow. And it was sweet agony discovering that Indy was a needy lover, always wanting more.

She moved against me now as her orgasm drew close. Straddling me, this position gave me a glimpse of her swollen clit and the place where we were connected. As she rotated her hips, a shot of pleasure shot up my spine. I gritted my teeth, gripping her thighs harder as she rode me with abandon.