Vexed (Iron Bulls MC #4)(3)

By: Phoenyx Slaughter

Besides she must have some sort of wild in her. A little bit of bad girl dying to come out and play? Otherwise she would’ve run screaming from the room by now.

Melody drops off a beer for me without asking. She flicks a nasty face Athena’s way and it’s obvious she’s about to throw some attitude next. One stern look from me and her yap snaps shut. I ask Athena what she wants to drink and ask Melody to fetch it.

Athena didn’t miss the silent exchange. Her lip quivers. “Am I in the way? Is she your—”

“No.” Shit, I can’t see any other female in this room but Athena. “There’s no one else.”

One of her eyebrows shoots up. “Am I supposed to believe that?”

What does she want me to say? There are a lot of someone elses? Or I could be completely honest and say now that you’re here, they’re history?

Sure, because that’s what every eighteen-year-old girl with a wild streak wants to hear.

Instead, I make a show of looking left and right. “Nope. No one here but me and you.”

She seems to appreciate that and loosens up. Good. She may have come because of her friend, but I want to be the reason she stays.

“I think you know more about me than I know about you. What do you do, Romeo?”

“I own the garage and run this club.”

“That’s it?”

I’m not used to such genuine interest, so it takes a second to explain my specialty is working on classic cars.

“That’s so cool. I always wanted a sparkly red seventy-six Corvette with Strawberry Shortcake painted on the back.” Her eyes practically glow as she describes a car that’s both absurd and sweet.

“Strawberry Shortcake, huh?”

Pink colors her cheeks and I can’t help thinking about other parts of her that might turn pink.

“Tell me something else about you, Romeo.”

“There’s not much to tell, Shortcake. I’m easy to figure out.”

“I doubt that—”

The need to taste something so sweet overwhelms me. I dip my head and take a kiss. My lips press against hers and I devour her mouth. She’s soft and warm. At first she’s tentative, then her hands slide up over my shoulders, into my hair. While I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that this is finally happening, she moans into my mouth.

It’s not like I’ve never kissed a woman. I enjoy it as much as I can, using it as a means of getting where I actually want to go. But Athena? I could kiss her all night and not get tired of it.

I’m caught up in the fact that this is better than any fantasy. She’s responsive and addicting. Her little whimpers and efforts to draw me closer finally snap me out of our kiss.

I can’t take this girl on the couch, out in the open in front of everyone. I don’t know why, but she’s special, and I want to be alone with her.

I tip my head down until our foreheads are touching and brush her cheek with my thumb. “There, now you know everything about me.”

“What?” she whispers.

“I’m a man of action and take what I want how I want it. Still want to stick around?” There’s no way to hide the fact that there’s a lot less room in the front of my jeans. I have to push back the urge to grab her hand and rub it all over my imprisoned cock.


“I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.”

“You have?” She’s completely dazed, almost slurring her words and I haven’t allowed her to have a drop of alcohol.

I can’t help running the back of my hand over her cheek again. “Yeah.”

She blushes and glances away. “Why? I’m pretty boring.”

“I doubt that.”

She shrugs and tucks her hair behind her ear. The way she’s nibbling on her bottom lip’s so damn cute.

“Can I show you my room?”

Can I? Seriously. I’m asking?

The corner of her mouth pulls up in a devilish smile but her bottom lip trembles, telling me she’s faking whatever confidence she’s trying to project. Why? Either she wants to fuck or she doesn’t.

“I’d like that. It’s getting too noisy to talk in here,” she shouts over the music.

Not sure why it matters. The last thing we’re going to do in my room is talk. Fuck is the only word on my mind. That’s not true. Tight young pussy also flashes in my head.