Luckily for Raze and I, who has finally arrived, a friend of the club is working the door. Bubba Ray lets us in without a second thought.

“Evening, gentleman. You might find what you’re looking for in the private booth on the left hand side of the stage. Should I call the ambulance now or after you’ve left?” he declares as we walk through the red velvet rope.

“How bad is it, Bubba?” Raze asks.

“Bad enough that you might want to take those cuts off before I have to call the police. Maj disappeared about an hour ago and hasn’t been seen since. I’m assuming she’s in the back.”

Raze stares at Bubba Ray for a solid thirty seconds before bolting into the club. If Maj is in the champagne room with a male stripper, Raze is going to lose his shit. I actually feel sorry for the stripper if Raze does find him grinding on his wife because he’ll be leaving this club on a fucking stretcher and singing soprano. Would Maj even pull shit like that? It gives me enough reason to think that maybe she and Raze aren’t exactly living in marital bliss anymore. Maybe I should have Ruby find us another couple of girls because if Raze returns to the market, he’ll have wild oats that need to be sewn again.

The thought crosses my mind that maybe I should call a couple of the guys away from their entertainment to come help me restrain him. He’ll go full on beast mode, and I doubt I’ll be able to hold his shit together on my own. Thanking Bubba for the information, I step into the club. Thank fuck there are no dancers on the stage because I didn’t exactly want to see a male prima donna with a tube sock stuffed in his shorts gyrating to some shitty pop song. Making my way over to the booth, I find it nearly empty. Only a couple of the old ladies are still sitting there sipping glasses of wine while watching the crowd.

“I’m impressed, Hero. It only took you two hours to crash the party. That must be a new record,” chirps Dixie, Hot Shot’s old lady. “If you’re looking for your girl, you might want to check the dance floor.”

Turning around to the floor, the crowd parts and Dani comes into view. Her curves sway beautifully to the beat of the song and sends out its siren call to me just like it did the night I saw her at Red’s. I start to walk out to her, deciding that pulling her against me and letting her grind out her frustration on me seems like the best case scenario for the both of us, but when I come within ten feet of her, a man grabs her and pulls her against him. Watching his hands roam over her body sends shock waves of anger throughout my body. How fucking dare he touch her like that! Seeing him pawing her body sends a primal growl flying from my mouth. Things are about to go south quickly if he doesn’t step the fuck away from her.

His hands grab onto her tits as he leans down into her neck. If this motherfucker thinks for one second that she’s about to warm his bed tonight, he’s in for a rude awakening. The only thing he’s going to have in his bed is an ice pack on his missing dick. I’ve tolerated it enough watching him touch her like a fucking lover, I won’t let it escalate further than it has. She comes home with me tonight or finds a new place to live. I can’t fucking deal with her brand of torture anymore.

Thankfully, Dani quickly pulls away from him and leaves the dance floor. Now is my chance to corner her and get her to fucking talk to me like an adult. I just have to hope that she’s not too drunk to reason with. One way or another, she will talk to me tonight. I want her to understand just how serious I am about trying to find a way to make us work with her purposefully dodging me again. She lives in my fucking room, for Christ’s sake. How she gets away from me still blows my mind every time I walk into my room and find it empty.

Shoving my way into the crowd, I lie in wait in her exit path. Come on, angel face, walk right into my trap. Her body slams into mine as apologies fly from her lips. She hasn’t figured out that it’s me she’s plowed into. Maybe she is too drunk to function. Shit, this isn’t going to work if she’s going to pass out as soon as I get her out of here. Moving to block her exit, my little spitfire comes to life.

“Seriously, dude, just let me pass. I want to go back to my table.”

“Enjoying yourself, angel?” Shock registers in her eyes. The big bad wolf has come to get you, darlin’. “We need to talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you, asshole,” she says while trying to push past me.

“Oh no, darlin’. Getting away from me that easily isn’t going to happen again. Either you come talk to me like a good girl, or I’ll throw you on the streets again. Your choice, angel.”

Her anger intensifies knowing the consequences of blowing me off. Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed her too far, but it’s the only way to make her see reason. Once we’ve hit the pissed off stage, I’m not sure how far I can push her to get what I want out of tonight’s opportunity.

“What the fuck do you even want to talk about? Is this your sick and twisted way about wanting feedback about your oral skills? I can answer that right here. It was a solid C plus. Can I go now?”

“Oh, angel face,” I say with a chuckle. “A C-plus? Now who’s lying their ass off? Your body came so hard that you nearly snapped my tongue off when you wrapped those pretty little legs around my head and rode your orgasm out. Don’t lie to yourself that you didn’t enjoy it because you have this I-won’t-sleep-with-a-biker mantra.”

“Oh, go fuck yourself, Hero. I may have had a few drinks, but I’m nowhere near drunk enough that I would want anything to do with you or your rotted-off dick.”

Grabbing her tightly, I pull her against me. There’s no way that she is getting away from me this time without hearing what I fucking have to say.

“You need to knock off the bullshit about my dick. I’m clean, Dani, and I’ll show you the fucking doctor’s report if you want proof. I get checked every single fucking month, so stop trying to convince yourself that I’m diseased to stop you from taking what you want.”

Before she can respond, Ruby and the girls exit the dance floor and drag her away from me. They throw themselves back into the booth and order another round. Will nothing tonight go my way?

“You’re going home with me, Dani. Get your ass out of the booth,” I order.

“I’d rather go home with the guy on the dance floor than you, Hero. At least he had the decency to ask me to fuck him instead of just telling me to get on my knees and suck.”

That’s fucking it. Ripping her out of the booth, I throw her over my shoulder and haul ass out of the club. I’m done being the fucking nice guy. I toss her on the back of my bike and retrieve a helmet from the saddle bags. She’s going to give me the time I deserve whether she likes it or not.

“Put this on,” I order her as I slide over the seat of my Harley and turn the key. Revving the engine up, I check to make sure Raze’s bike is still here, but I find it absent. It’s not like him to leave without telling me, but I’d have known if he were being arrested for killing a motherfucker by now. I make a mental note to call him in the morning to check on how things shook down after I went to find Dani.

“Put your arms around my waist, Dani. Try not to fall off before I can talk to you, will ya?”

“I’m only on this fucking thing because I’m ready to go home. Just try not to kill us!” she yells over the rumbling engine.

Popping the kick stand, I ride away from the club and head for my house. She’ll try to run if I take her back to the clubhouse, so my civilian home is the best chance I have for actually getting her to talk to me. Her tits press against my back as we ride into town and feeling them against my back makes me shiver in anticipation. Dirty thoughts of just what I could do with her perfect tits flood through my mind. Visualizing my dick rubbing between them as my cum coats her chest sends shockwaves through my body. The forward lurch of the bike at a stop light makes her pussy rub against the seat and me. I wonder if the vibrations of the bike are making her wet. God, I hope so because if she and I can have an actual adult conversation for once, I’m hoping the night ends with that tiny little dress wadded up on my floor and her mouth wrapped around my aching cock. If I don’t get off soon, my balls will likely shrivel up and die of misuse.