by Erin Trejo
“I have orders to guard your ass. My boys will be here soon too. From our orders there is to be three of us.” Crossing my arms over my chest, she glares at me, her little brows furrowed in confusion. I can’t say that I don’t understand because I do.
“Guard me against what? An alien attack? The Zombie apocalypse?” I watch her crack the slightest smile with those perfect lips. Fuck.
“I honestly don’t know against what or who. I wasn’t privy to that information. Thought you might know,” I tell her. She watches me intently for a long minute before she shakes her head.
“I have no idea and I don’t need a babysitter so you can go on back wherever it is you came from,” she smarts off before turning back to her door and opening. I watch her step inside and start to close the door when I stick my boot inside. She huffs and kicks at my boot trying to unwedge it from her door before she gives up. She looks up at me, batting those pretty lashes of hers like that’s going to help the situation at all.
“I don’t know where you got those instructions but I promise you, there is absolutely no one in this world that would want to harm me. You can leave,” her sweet tone does nothing for me. I have my orders and that’s what I’m going with.
“Well, here’s the problem. I have orders and my boys are already on their way here. You can either play nicely or we can get rough. Either way I’m okay with that. I’m gettin’ paid to watch your little ass and I plan to do that,” I tell her as she eyes me.
“I don’t know you.”
“I’m Keaton. We already established that.”
“Keaton who?”
“Keaton the goddamn Nomad biker. This isn’t fifty questions, darlin’. You’re fuckin’ stuck with us until we hear otherwise, yeah?” She stands there not saying a word. It’s an intense struggle that’s happening between us but I’m not on the losing end of it. When she finally speaks, I almost choke.
“You can fuck yourself.” Pushing the door open, I step inside forcing her to take a step back. Her eyes widen as she watches me take in her apartment. Neither of us are ready to back down and sadly for her, I won’t be the first.
“How do you know that I’m the person you are supposed to be watching?” She asks, still keep her closed off stance.
“Skye Cameron. Approximately five foot eight dark hair, nearly black deep brown eyes. Lives in shitfuck Georgia and works at Maggie’s Diner. How many other Skye’s live in this shithole?” I ask her. Her mouth gaps open before her eyes narrow.
“Don’t feel like you need to stay here in shitfuck, asshole. No one asked you to be here, I know I sure as hell didn’t.” She flips her long dark hair over her should and stomps toward the back of the small apartment as I check it out. I want to make a mental map of the layout of this place. I wander around and check things out as I hear Skye humming to herself. I wonder if she’s a loner like me. I don’t see any family photos or anything remotely pointing to her having anyone living with her. One window in the living room that leads into the kitchen where there’s a small nook for eating. There’s only one hallway that I assume leads to the bedroom and bathroom. I note a backdoor that Skye has blocked with some kind of shelf. After my short tour in the living room and kitchen I head down the hallway and as soon as I make it to the bedroom door, I stop. My eyes widen and my cock hardens in my jeans. Skye stands with her back to the door with nothing but a thong and bra on her body. Her plump ass looks to be about a handful and I’d like to find that out for a fact. I lean against the doorframe crossing my ankles as I take her in. She’s fucking gorgeous. Her long dark hair spills down her back nearly to her ass. That does little more than make me want to spank her ass and bend her over that frilly comforter she has on her bed.
“You can stop staring at me at any time,” she snaps before bending over and grabbing a skirt. I have to suppress a moan as she shimmy’s it up her legs.
“Goddamn,” I growl. Skye gazes over her shoulder at me, a smirk playing across her face.
“Are you about done invading my privacy?” I shove off the doorframe and stand to full height instead.
“When you stop showin’ your ass to strangers,” I inform her. She spins around, her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flaring. It’s sexy as fuck to see that look on her face.
“It’s my house! I can walk around her fucking naked if I want to,” she sneers grabbing a shirt off the bed. I watch her pull it on before grabbing her boots and dropping onto the bed.
“Why don’t you tell me who your enemies are?” I ask her. Her eyes shoot to mine, something dark flashes before her eyes before she blinks it away.
“I have no enemies. This is a small town, you’d know if I had any.”
“How long have you lived here?”
“Few years.” She slides her foot into her boot and zips it up as I watch her.
“Where were you before that?” She zips her other boot up and stands adjusting her skirt. Her head whips around and her eyes burn into me.
“Enough of the questions. I don’t know why you would be here and who would hire you. If I’m being honest this is all a little unsettling. I don’t like strange people coming into my house. I also don’t like strangers in general. How do I know you’re not some strange nutcase that is going to hurt me?” Her hands land on her hips and I can’t help but smirk.
“If I wanted to hurt you sweetheart, I would have already done it. I’m here to keep your ass safe although without knowin’ who the fuck is after you, it’s a little hard.” Skye takes a deep breath and blows it out when someone bangs on the door. Skye jolts which is enough to tell me that she isn’t telling the truth.
4
Skye
My insides leap. I don’t know who would hire someone to protect me. This whole situation is annoying and as the pounding on the door gets louder, my heart speeds up. Keaton and I stare at each other neither willing to back down until the banging gets louder. Keaton moves first, spinning on his heel and heading toward the front door. I stomp behind him wondering why in the hell this dickhead is about to answer my door anyway.
“This is my house you know?” I say as I stalk behind him. He chuckles but doesn’t stop. His hand lands on my doorknob and turns, pulling it open.
“What the fuck took your ass so long?” another man’s voice breaks through the silence. I take a step around Keaton and eye the man at the door only to realize there’s two more.
“Goddamn! This her?” The man asks pointing at me as his eyes travel over my body. A shiver dances up my spine from his stare alone.
“Yeah, this is her. Skye, this is Brick and Davis. They’re on your protection detail too,” Keaton says. I glance at him and then back at the guys at the door.
“This is bullshit. Where are you going to be staying?” Brick laughs before stepping inside.
“Right here with you, sweetheart. We’re tag teamin’ it,” Brick chuckles. Davis stands still, his arms crossed over his chest as he glares straight ahead.
“This is fucked up. Get the hell out of my way. I don’t know what kind of fucked up shit you three have going on but I can promise you that it’s not happening in my house,” I scream before I grab my keys off the table and storm past them. They all watch me when I hear the door slam. I don’t care what they are doing but I’m heading to Duke’s. This is complete bullshit and I don’t know what they want. I climb in my car and stick the key in the ignition only to see my passenger door open and Keaton slide in. That smug ass smirk that’s on his face is pissing me off. The car shifts and the other two are in the backseat within seconds.
“Where we headin’?” Brick leans over the seat and asks. Tipping my head to the side, I look at him as if he’s lost his goddamn mind.
“I am going out. You are getting the hell out of my car!” Squealing a little louder than I needed to, he just chuckles.
“Can’t do that, princess. We have orders. If you’re goin’ out so are we.” Keaton must be the fucking ring leader of these idiots.
“Fine.
You can come but if you cock block me I swear to god I will fuck your life up,” I snap as I start the car and pull out of the parking lot. Brick chuckles as he leans over the seat still eyeing me. It’s unnerving especially when I’m trying to focus on driving.
“If you wanted some dick there are three of us, ya know? You could your pick or we could each take a hole,” he says as his finger runs over my bare shoulder. I raise my hand to slap his away and miss hitting him in the face instead.
“Fuckin’ hell woman!”
“Keep your filthy fucking hands off me then,” I snap. Keaton chuckles under his breath and I don’t know if its at me or his dumb friend. Either way I don’t care.
“What is this Duke’s place we’re goin’ to?” Keaton asks shifting in his seat to look at me. Those dark eyes feel like they can burn straight to my soul.
“It’s a bar. They have live music and a DJ on Friday and Saturday nights. A lot of people hang out there,” I ramble on trying to at least sound polite. If I’m stuck with fools I might as well make it less awkward for all of us.
“Any hot bitches?” Brick is back to leaning over the seat again.
“Why are you always talking? I think I like the other guy. He’s quiet,” I comment making them all laugh. Apparently I missed something but I don’t ask what. I pull into Duke’s parking lot and find a place to park as Keaton scans the lot.
“I don’t like this shit,” he grumbles. I kill the ignition and pull my keys out tossing them to Keaton. He glances at the keys in his lap before looking back up at me.
“What’s this for?” he asks picking the keys up from his lap.
“I told you. I plan on getting some tonight. That is so you can get yourself back to the apartment.” As I start to climb out of the car, Keaton grabs my wrist halting me.
“Let’s get a few things straight here. You wanna fuck? Go for it but you sure as hell aren’t goin’ home with any of these pretty boys unless Brick there is goin’ with you.” I open my mouth ready to protest when Brick damn near leaps over the back seat to look at me.
“I don’t mind either. I can swing both ways, babe.” I roll my eyes in disgust and slip my arm away from Keaton before climbing out of the car. Adjusting my skirt, I check my hair in the reflection of my window before heading toward the door. The three amigos follow closely behind me but as soon as I step into the bar, I’m at ease. It doesn’t take me long to spot Ruby looking as hot as ever. The music is loud and the band is setting up. I head toward the bar and order my first of many shots for the evening before surveying the crowd for a potential fuck. A few guys catch my eye but when they look back at me, their faces pale. Is my outfit not sexy enough? I glance down until I hear the chuckle.
“You have got to be kidding me!” I squeal as I turn to face Brick. He wiggles his eyebrows and offers me a shot, which I take because clearly I’m going to need to be wasted tonight.
“Who do we have here?” I hear Ruby’s voice behind me. I close my eyes for a second before turning to face her. She smiles brightly as she takes in the dicks that have become my shadows.
“For some unknown reason these three gentlemen claim they need to protect me. From what? I have no fucking idea and neither do they. So, for now please say hi to sick fuck one, two and silent boy,”
I say pointing at each one. Ruby’s eyes bounce over all of them but I see her stop on Davis. If she can get that one to loosen up he might be the better of the three.
“Well, I don’t know what she did but damn you three are hot!” Ruby gushes as Brick smiles like the fucking asshole he is. He is one cocky man.
“Don’t make their heads any bigger, they do have to ride in my car later,” I mumble under my breath before motioning for more shots. I should just ask for the damn bottle.
I slam back a few more as I watch Ruby and Davis dancing in the middle of the room. She looks to be having a good time. Glad someone is. The music shifts and I shuffle out onto the dancefloor swaying my hips to the music. Running my hands over my body before raising them above my head I feel a warm body press in close behind me. Hands slowly wrap around my waist, pulling me back into a solid body. I don’t turn to look at the man because to be honest I’m just feeling the music flow through me. His hips move with mine and I’m lost in his touch. The scent of his cologne is vaguely familiar but again, I don’t care to look. His fingers move over my body slowly slipping under the front of my shirt to caress the skin on my stomach. A moan escapes my lips at the same time a groan escapes his. I grind my ass against him, loving the hardness that I feel and knowing that I caused it only makes my body sizzle. I slide my hands up and around the man’s neck, pulling him down to my neck. The light scruff on his jaw scrapes across my skin igniting a fire deep within me.
“I want you,” I moan as his lips move up to my earlobe. He doesn’t respond but I could feel his cock twitch against my ass. He presses his hips further into me and I almost lose myself when I hear Brick yelling.
“Why do you get the good stuff?” Popping my eyes open I find him starring directly at me. Confusion takes over and when I spin around I come face to face with Keaton. An audible gasp slips from my lips as I look into his dark lust filled eyes.
“What are you doing?” I ask him nearly breathless from his dance of seduction.
“Dancin’.”
“Why are you with me?”
“Why not?” His face remains stone as he stares into my eyes. I find myself melting just a little as he watches me.
“I don’t know you,” the words are nearly a whisper. Keaton leans into my space, his lips nearing my lips before he stops.
“What’s the difference if it’s me or some other guy you don’t know?” Fucker! He has a point there. Of all the men here, Keaton is by far the hottest. His dark stare and that shaggy hair is fucking gorgeous on him, He stands there watching me, waiting for me to answer but when I slowly shake my head no, he takes a step back. He looks as if he wants to say something but he doesn’t. He just turns on his heel and walks away from me.
5
Keaton
That old saying you shouldn’t take what isn’t given rings true tonight. I don’t know what I was thinking grinding on her anyway. She’s a fucking job not a quick fuck. Who the hell knows how long we’re going to be here. I left her on the dancefloor to do her thing and now I’m kicking back with a beer and some blonde chick rubbing up on me. She keeps talking but I have no clue what the hell she’s talking about. I’ve not heard a word she’s said aside from she wanted to come home with me tonight. I don’t think I’d mind all that much either. I keep scanning the room making sure nothing looks out of place when I see some other MC’s walking in. My eyes catch on their cuts, needing to see what the fuck I’m going to be dealing with and if they want to have an issue. They don’t seem to notice me as they walk toward the back of the bar and slide into a booth. My eyes find Davis. He gives me a quick nod letting me know that he saw them too. The blonde chick keeps rubbing and grabbing on me but I keep my eyes open and my head clear. I might be a little tipsy but that doesn’t mean I can’t handle my shit. My eyes follow Skye where she dances with fucking Brick of all people. Her smile seems genuine too as she grins up at him. I clench my jaw when I see the other guys move from their table. They head onto the dancefloor; grabbing the girl we met earlier, Ruby. The one tugs her into his arms, grinding against her. She tries to pull away but he just keeps his grip on her. Anger roars through my veins when I hear Ruby scream slightly. A few heads jerk in that direction but no one moves to help her except me. I shove blondie off and stand from the stool before stalking my ass out into the middle of the floor. In one move, I swipe her body from his grasp and pull her against me. The man’s eyes widen, taking me in.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doin?” he growls, pulling more attention than I wanted him to.
“Touchin’ somethin’ that doesn’t belong to you,” I growl. He looks at my cut then to Ruby before he grins.
“You claimed
her? I don’t see no patch.” He would want to start that shit in here. I shake my head ready to end this shit when Davis walks up. He rips Ruby from my arms and pulls her into his side. The possessive look in his eyes makes me wonder what the hell has gotten into him.
“She’s claimed motherfucker. Touch her again and I will cut your fuckin’ arm off.” The way Davis growls at him, even I take a step back. He doesn’t know that girl but he could just be claiming her for show. It wouldn’t be the first time that he’s done it.
“Watch your ass Nomad,” the asshole points at me, making it a point to look at Davis’ cut. He isn’t a nomad like me. He belongs to a club.
“Always motherfucker!” The asshole nods his head and turns to walk away when Skye comes running over. She stumbles and trips slamming into her friend nearly taking them all and Davis to the floor. I grab her arm roughly yanking her upright.
“Are you okay? What the hell?” She squeals when her friend pulls away from Davis and wraps her arms around Skye. Davis and I share a glance before I turn and head back toward the bar.
“Hey!” I hear Skye screaming behind me and when I turn around I want to snap her neck. She has her hands on those little hips glaring and stomping her way toward the other assholes. I move quickly, wrapping my arm around her waist and lifting her off the ground.
“Put me the fuck down!” her arms flail as she kicks, screams and pounds her fists into my back. I stomp through the bar and out toward her car, not stopping to hear her shit either. I’m over this night.
“Goddamn it!” She squeals louder before I slap her ass roughly. That shut her up. Setting her on her feet she glares at me as if I’ve lost my mind.
“Did you spank me?” her mouth hangs up as if she can’t believe I did it. My hands land on my hips as I stare her down.