Property of the Outlaw_A Motorcycle Club Romance_Big Cats MC

by Naomi West

“Nope,” said Marcus. “This is our table. If anyone’s going to be finding another place to sit, it’s going to be you guys.”

  Marcus was getting bolder by the second. I could tell that the booze he’d been throwing back in the private room was doing its work.

  My stomach tightened in anticipation—I’d been around enough testosterone and booze-fueled men to know just how these things tended to go. If someone didn’t do something to diffuse all of this, I knew a fight was just a matter of time.

  The man with the tiger tattoos stood up slowly, his eyes locked hard on Marcus.

  “Listen, kid,” he said. “I’m sure you’re the kind of little prick who’s used to getting whatever the fuck he wants, but right now, you ain’t getting shit. So turn your skinny ass around and march back to wherever the fuck you came from.”

  Oh boy.

  Marcus and his boys squared up, and the girls and I all shared the same fearful expressions.

  “No, dude,” said Marcus. “We’re not going anywhere. So last fucking warning—get your asses up and out of here.”

  This was a Marcus that I hadn’t seen all that often. It was a little impressive to see him actually stand up for himself, but I didn’t know how much of it was thanks to the whiskey sours.

  The men in the booths, all seemingly getting the same sense that a fight was on the brink of happening, set their women aside and exploded out of the booth. Only the tiger-striped man remained seated, as though he didn’t have a care in the world.

  The men began to square up, getting in each other’s faces. Shit was about to go down if someone with a cooler head didn’t do something. And I knew that someone had to be me.

  “He said get the fuck gone, you little prick!” said one of the rough men, little bits of spit flying into the face of the friend of Marcus’ who he was in front of.

  I knew the time to do something, and fast. Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth and let out a single word.

  “Wait!”

  Chapter 3

  Tiger

  The little hottie’s tiny voice cut right through the commotion. I took a slow sip of my beer and let my eyes move over her one more time.

  Goddamn, she was fucking sexy. She had a nice, tight little body packed into a dress that showed off her incredible curves. Her big tits seemed to be about ready to pop out of the top of her dress, and the bottom was short enough to give anyone who cared to look a nice view of her smooth, shapely legs.

  And her face was a whole other level of sexy. She had a doll’s face with big green eyes, a tiny, pert little nose, and a mouth of red lips that I was already imagining wrapped around my prick. Her hair was blonde and shoulder-length and looked fucking great with her pale skin. In a group of babes, she was by far the hottest. I knew right then and there that there wasn’t a thing I wouldn’t do to make her mine.

  Including wiping the floor with the little gang of preppy pricks that she’d shown up with. But she’d called out, “Wait!” And for the moment, all the attention was on her. I was eager to see where this was going.

  “All of you, cut this crap out now!” she said, her gorgeous face in an expression of anger.

  “Stay out of this, Nikki,” said the leader of the group of preppies.

  Nikki. Now I had a name to a face. Made me think of the Prince song “Darling Nikki.” Made me think about things in the song that I’d love to do to her.

  “Don’t tell me what to do, Marcus,” she said.

  Whoa. Girl had spunk. I leaned forward a bit in my seat, now even more intrigued.

  “How about this,” she went on. “Instead of you all fighting like a bunch of freaking cavemen, I just buy you all a round of drinks?”

  The words hung in the air, and the boys all turned around to look at me, to see what I thought about the proposal. Made sense—I was the leader of this motorcycle club.

  I considered the matter. Part of me wanted to say no, to let these little shitheads know that they’d walked into something that they couldn’t just buy their way out of. Then, once the preppies had been sent running off like whipped pups, I could move in on darling Nikki here and show her was a real man was like.

  Sounded great. That was, if it didn’t attract the attention of every thick-necked bouncer in the joint. If these were some college bros who’d had one too many Jaeger bombs, wiping the floor with them might’ve been an option—probably would’ve been a good learning experience for the pricks, too. But these boys were rich brats, the types with daddies who wouldn’t hesitate to come after us. I wasn’t scared of a fight, but more heat from the cops was the last thing I wanted to bring down on my crew.

  And I sure could’ve gone for another beer.

  Tension was thick in the air as everyone waited to see just what I thought of the little proposal. Finally, I spoke.

  “Go get ’em.”

  The boys let out a cheer at the idea of booze on someone else’s tab. And just like that, the matter was settled. I watched as relief washed over the faces of the preppy boys; they seemed to know just how close they’d come to stepping in something that they sure as shit didn’t want on those expensive sneakers of theirs.

  Nikki nodded and hurried off, but not before taking one last look at me. I could tell that she didn’t know just what to think of me yet. She’d surely noticed just how much I was eye-fucking her, but in my experience, girls like that were always a little unsure of themselves when men like me gave them the time of day.

  The rest of Nikki’s group hurried off, eager to get away from the near-fight.

  “We gonna move, Tiger?” asked Cutter, one of the low-level heavy-hitters in my crew, a mean old fuck with a shaved head and tattoos that wound up his neck.

  “Yup,” I said. “These shitheads aren’t worth the trouble. Plenty of other booths in this joint.”

  I snapped my fingers in the air and pointed to a table on the other side of the room, one that had just opened up. The boys and I, their girls in tow, followed me as I made my way through the crowds of dancers and clubgoers. Looking around, I shook my head as I took in my surroundings. I couldn’t believe I’d let Mace talk me into going to a place like this tonight. I’d much rather be at one of our usual dives, a big mug of cheap beer in front of me.

  But variety was the spice of life. My eyes latched onto Nikki as she stood at the bar.

  Indeed it was.

  I stared hard at her ass as she stood on her tiptoes, trying to get the bartender’s attention. Her ass filled out her dress perfectly, and I imagined what it’d be like to hike that skirt of hers up, yank the thong panties down that I was sure she was wearing, and give her the fucking of a lifetime.

  And as I watched her, something caught my eye.

  “What’s up, boss?” asked Mace, who’d noticed that I’d stopped.

  “You guys get those seats,” I said, my eyes locked onto what was going down at the bar. “I’m gonna make sure this girl doesn’t try to screw us over.”

  Here’s what I saw: Nikki was standing at the bar, waving her little red-nail-tipped hand in the air and trying to get someone’s attention. And as she stood there, the guy from before, the spokesman for the little group of preppy dorks, sidled up to her. He got right into her personal space, trying to chat her up. Nikki glanced over at him, a skeptic, unwelcoming expression on her face. Then, to my surprise, she shifted a little to the left, putting some distance between her and the guy.

  Interesting.

  The dude closed the distance, this time putting his hand on the small of her back and leaning in to say something. Nikki reacted by wiggling away from his touch, turning to him, and saying something that didn’t look all that nice.

  That was a little bit of a shock to me—I’d figured that the chump was Nikki’s man, and that I’d have a little bit of competition ahead of me if I wanted to get at her. But from where I was standing, it didn’t look like they were even a thing. Looked more like he wanted her but she didn’t want him.

  Very interesting.


  Finally, the dude seemed to get the hint and wandered off somewhere. Nikki eventually got her drinks, and I figured the show was over and made my way over to the table with the rest of my boys. I slid into the booth, the guys making room for me in the middle, where I liked it.

  “Drinks are good,” said Grease, a member of my crew who was almost more muscle than man. “But I wouldn’t mind taking those little fuckin’ hotties along with ’em.”

  That resulted in a gasp and a slap across the face by the cute little thing on his lap. But Grease only laughed. The girl crossed her arms and huffed, but didn’t budge an inch. Sure enough, moments later she was right back to doting on her man.

  “Yeah, boss,” said Cutter, one of my other boys. “Not too late to knock those fuckers out and take their girls—cavemen-style.”

  Cheers of agreement sounded from the guys, followed by chatters of complaint from our girls.

  “You wanna cause that kind of shit in a place like this, with dweebs like those, go right ahead. But don’t come crying to me for bail money at two in the morning. And that’s if these bouncers don’t put you in fucking traction.”

  Cutter opened his mouth to speak but ended up closing it as he realized how right I was. I loved my crew—don’t get me wrong—but sometimes I wondered what kind of shit they’d get up to if they didn’t have me to keep them out of trouble.

  Eventually, the bartender came over with a tray packed with tall pints of beer. The boys let out another cheer as they snatched the glasses off of the tray, nearly knocking the whole thing over. Beers in hand and girls on their laps, they were all right as fucking rain.

  But I was less interested in cheap beer and even cheaper girls, and more concerned with Nikki. Sipping my drink, I watched her over the course of the next fifteen minutes or so. The little scene that’d played out at the bar kept happening again, with the boy trying to talk to Nikki, to get her alone so he could do with her whatever he had in mind. And, every time, Nikki squirmed away, eager to put as much distance between her and the dude as possible.

  I didn’t know what to admire more, how much of a bitch Nikki was being, or how persistent the guy was.

  I didn’t see any other guy try to make a move, though. Which mean that darling Nikki was a sexy little fruit, ripe for the plucking. I knocked back the rest of my beer and slammed the empty mug on the table.

  “Whaddya boys say we get out onto the dance floor?” I asked. “See what kind of trouble we can get into?”

  The boys sent up a cheer, and the girls looked happy to get out there and wiggle those little asses of theirs. Me, I still focused on Nikki. Her latest strategy to avoid the dude had been to lose herself in the crowds on the dance floor, and I was more than eager to slip in there and lay claim.

  The guys and I weaved our way through the crowd, the bass thumping in our ears. My boys split off as we made our way further into the crowd, their hands around their girls’ hips as they took over the dance floor, their massive, tattooed bodies awash in the neon purples and dark blues that flashed from the ceilings.

  I had dancing on my mind, sure, but with a very particular girl. Sidling through the crowd, I kept an eye out for Nikki, sifting through the crowd to catch a glimpse of that killer body packed into a silver dress.

  Finally, I found her. She was towards the back, far enough in the mix that I could tell she was trying to keep a low profile—likely to keep that little turd that’d been following her at arm’s length. Drink in hand, she swayed those sexy hips of her back and forth to the pulse of the music, occasionally raising her cup to her mouth and wrapping her candy-colored lips around the straw.

  Made me wonder what else she could do with that mouth of hers.

  Then, we locked eyes. I felt my mouth pull into a knowing sneer, and Nikki’s expression turned into one of shock, as though she’d been caught doing something she knew she shouldn’t. I beelined towards her, cutting the distance between us with a few long strides.

  “What’s up?” I asked, now standing right in front of her.

  Nikki’s eyes tracked up my body, taking in the sight of it. I watched her gaze move over my stripe tattoos.

  “Nice ink,” she said.

  She was trying to act jaded and cool, like seeing guys with ink like mine was just totally normal in her world. I saw right through it and couldn’t help but think it was a little cute. She went back to swaying her hips to the music, and I joined her.

  “Thanks,” I said, my voice gruff.

  “Like an animal or something,” she said.

  Now I could tell she wasn’t quite sure what to make of me. I knew that a girl like her didn’t usually find herself talking to guys like me, and her mind was probably going in two different directions at once. But I was single-minded. I knew what I wanted, and it was right between this little hottie’s legs.

  “That’s why they call me Tiger,” I said.

  “Tiger …”

  She let the word hang in the air.

  “I’m Nikki.”

  “I know,” I said. “Heard your boyfriend call you that.”

  I knew he wasn’t even close to being anything like that, but I couldn’t resist the chance to watch her freak out. Sure enough, her sexy green eyes went wide.

  “He’s not my boyfriend!” she said. “Marcus is … I don’t know.”

  Marcus. That was my competition’s name. Though it was a little generous to even think of him that way.

  I let out a bark of a laugh.

  “Don’t tell him that,” I said. “Might break the poor kid’s heart.”

  A little scowl formed on her face, and I could tell just the idea of this guy was enough to make her stomach turn. I decided I’d twisted the knife enough. Moving my body close to hers, I made it clear that I wasn’t over here for some little get-to-know-you chat. She glanced at my approaching body hesitantly at first, but as soon as I pressed against her, I felt the tension melt from her muscles.

  “I shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, offering up one last little bit of resistance.

  “Sure,” I said. “I’ll take off and you can dance with your Prince Charming. I can see him waiting in the wings.”

  Nikki glanced off to the side of the dance floor, where Marcus stood with a drink in his hand, his eyes locked onto me and her. He knew just what was going on, and, lucky for him, knew better than to try anything.

  “No!” shot out Nikki.

  She got right away that it was me or him. The second I stepped away, Ralph Lauren over there would swoop in and try to assert his dominance—no doubt about it. I watched as the last bit of resistance melted out of Nikki, and she hesitantly began to move her body towards mine.

  Soon we were grinding like a couple of horny high schoolers who’d managed to get out from under the eyes of the chaperones. I clamped down my hands onto her hips, feeling her curves through the cool fabric of her dress. Slowly, our bodies moving in time to the music, I moved my hands up and down, savoring every bit of her. Nikki flashed me a sexy little smile, signaling loud and clear that she was ready for more.

  Damn, I thought, this girl’s something else.

  I pressed her hard against my body, letting her feel just how solid my cock was through my jeans. I watched as her eyes flashed for a moment in surprise; she seemed a little shocked to find out just how bold I was, just how much I wanted her.

  Dancers writhed all around us and I kept grinding on Nikki, eventually turning her around and letting her put that round, firm ass of hers right on my dick. I continued to move my hands all over her as we danced, now feeling her ripe tits through her dress.

  Goddamn, I wanted more.

  I took her hard, pulling her back until her head was just inches away from mine. The scent of her flooded my nostrils, filling me with a primal lust that I could barely control. She turned her head towards mine, and almost on instinct, I pressed my lips to hers. A little squeal escaped her lips, as though she was shocked that I’d kissed her right then and there on the dance flo
or. But just like every other time, her resistance proved to be only for show.

  She started kissing me hard almost instantly, our tongues playing against one another’s, the taste of her filling my mouth and getting my cock about as hard as it’d ever been. The soft press of her ass against me was driving me totally wild, and the hot and heavy kissing made the situation totally fucking unbearable. I needed this girl, and I needed her right then and there.

  I took my mouth off of Nikki’s for long enough to scope the place out, my eyes settling on a private little corner behind the stairs leading up to the second floor. It was just secluded enough for what I needed it for. Taking Nikki by the hand, I led her from the dance floor and towards the stairs. She was surprised at first, clearly wondering why I was cutting things short, right when they were getting so good.