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I swallowed, my stomach churning with nerves. “Maybe I should go.”
“I got ya, Dani. Come and meet a few of the brothers.”
Danielle
Mack grinned and I knew I didn’t really have much of a choice, so I followed him around the room meeting the brothers and their women. I wasn’t entirely sure I’d remember any of their names, but I tried to smile and not hide behind Mack as the men eyed me both curiously and suggestively. I recognized Hatch’s name when Mack introduced me, and he put me at ease instantly. Long dark hair and a beard gave him a Rollo from Vikings look, and he had blue eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled.
I also knew I wouldn’t forget Knight. He didn’t stay long, but he made a lasting impression. I should figure out a way to introduce him to Kim. He was really tall, but so was she, so they’d be a gorgeous couple.
I was half an hour in, and still no sign of Austin, so I asked where the ladies’ room was and got a chuckle from a few of the men.
“I’ll show you,” Mack said, and led me down another hallway and to the second door on the left. He banged on the door, got no response, so pushed it open, and indicated for me to enter.
“Thanks,” I grumbled, and closed the door behind me. Finding the light switch, I flipped it on and wrinkled my nose. Gross. A toilet, sink, and a white pressboard cabinet were all that sat in the relatively large space. It looked like a heavily used bar bathroom, complete with toilet seat up and empty toilet roll.
I opened the cabinet to see if I could locate more toilet paper and found a container of disinfectant wipes along with the warehouse rolls of paper, so I wiped the toilet down best I could before replacing the roll and doing my thing. After washing my hands and drying them with toilet paper… no paper towels anywhere to be found… I pulled out my phone and sent Austin a text.
I’m thinking I need to give you the definition of glued. You’re obviously busy, so I’m going to call a cab.
I dropped the phone into my purse and pulled open the door, but it wasn’t Mack on the other side of the door.
Austin grinned, sliding his hand to my neck and pulling me in for a kiss. “A cab, huh?”
“Where have you been?” I demanded.
“Sorry, baby, got caught up with the Prez. I’m all yours now. No more business.”
I poked his side. “Jerk.”
He laughed and lifted my hand to his lips. “Did you meet everyone?”
“I have no idea,” I said. “Mack introduced me to a few people, but be warned, I won’t remember who they are… except maybe Knight and Hatch. And I met Susie and a few of the other ladies when Mags took me back to the kitchen.”
Austin nodded. “Those are the key women. They belong to someone.”
“Belong to someone?”
He tugged me down the hall toward the great room. “Old ladies.”
“Oh, right.” I pulled him to a stop, and he faced me. “Who does Tiff belong to?” I asked.
“Fuck. She’s here?”
I frowned up at him. “Yeah. She’s here and really good at giving the stink eye.”
“Ignore her. She’s no one.”
“She seemed pretty friendly with Mack.”
“Mack’s friendly with everyone.” Austin cupped my cheek. “Hang in with me, yeah?”
“I feel totally out of place,” I admitted. “Everyone’s looking at me weird.”
“What the hell? They’re being rude?”
I shook my head. “No, they just keep looking at me like I’m an alien or something.”
Austin laughed. “Babe.”
“I’m the only one wearing clothes.”
“I told you to wear what you feel comfortable in.”
“I am,” I stressed. “I just didn’t realize I’d be wearing forty-two layers more than anyone else.”
He grinned as he grabbed my hand and turned back toward the bathroom. “Come with me.”
He led me past the bathroom, up a set of stairs, then another, down a wide hallway with doors every few feet, and into the last door on the left. Flipping on the light, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. He slipped my purse from my shoulder and I let it fall as Austin guided me to a bed and laid me down on top of it, stretching out beside me. He continued to kiss me until I came to my senses and pulled away from him, flopping onto my back and taking several deep breaths.
Austin leaned over me and smiled, his hand settling in the middle of my chest. “You are the prettiest girl in the room, baby. That’s probably why they’re all looking at you. But no one will disrespect you, because they will answer to me, so you tell me if you run into a problem.”
I stroked his cheek. “I’m a big girl, honey, I can deal. I just don’t want to do this without you. I appreciate you sending Mack to help, but I don’t want Mack. I want you.”
He kissed me again, and then sat up and pulled me from the bed. “Glue.”
“Yes, glue,” I repeated. “If I have to put a leash on you, I will.”
He wrapped his arms around me and slid his hands under my cami. “Don’t make promises you’re not willing to keep, baby.”
I cocked my head. “Being leashed is a turn on for you?”
“If it means you’re naked and I get more of what I did earlier, then fuck yeah.”
Heat pooled between my legs. “You’re killing me.”
He straightened my shirt and cupped my cheeks. “Soon, baby. I’m not gonna be able to wait much longer.”
“It’ll be good for you,” I quipped.
Austin groaned, but he did smile while he was doing it. “Leave your purse, babe. It’ll be safe in here. I’m gonna take a leak.”
While he headed through the door to the left of the bed, I took a minute to take in the room. The bed was nothing more than a mattress and box-spring on a low platform, but it was made, and the comforter and sheets looked clean. A very masculine gray, but clean.
A six-drawer black bureau sat against the wall, under the only window in the room, and a wooden door was partially open to reveal a closet with a few shirts hanging inside. If this was his room, he wasn’t here often.
I heard the toilet flush and then the faucet turn on. Austin returned to the bedroom and smiled. “Ready?”
I grabbed my phone and slipped it into my pocket before taking his hand and following out of the bedroom. “How often do you stay here?” I asked.
“On average, about once a week.”
“Where’s your home?”
“I have a condo on Naito.” He squeezed my hand. “I’ll show you next week.”
I grinned. “Sounds good.”
We walked down the hallway, past the gross bathroom again, but before we reached the common room, Austin pulled us to a stop. “You good?”
“Glue, right?”
He smiled, leaning down to kiss me quickly. “Yeah, baby.”
“Then I’m good.”
The rest of the night flashed by so quickly, I wasn’t entirely sure it had happened. I met everyone there, tried to remember everyone’s names, but only managed a few. It helped that most of them had their names on their cuts. I got a lot less weird looks being in the presence of Austin, and I started to relax as the night went on. Could have been the wine as well, which was all I was drinking. I’d brought two bottles of my favorite red, and I was pretty sure I was the only one drinking it, as I never saw anyone else with anything other than beer in their hands.
I was leaning heavily against Austin, half listening to him talk to a couple of his brothers, my fourth glass of wine partially gone, when a little hand patted my thigh. I glanced down to see a little girl about four, her hair in a haphazard ponytail, her jeans on backwards, and her tiny little leather vest covering a pink shirt with roses on it. “Hi, wady.”
I hunkered down beside her. “Well, hi. What’s your name?”
“Lily.”
“Hi, Lily. I’m Dani.”
“My pants don’t fit. Can you hewp me, pwease?”
I smiled. “They’re just on backwards, honey. Where’s your mom?”
“I don’t have a mommy. My daddy’s in his room.”
Danielle
I glanced up at Austin and raised an eyebrow. He shook his head and gave me an “I’ll explain later” look. I took Lily’s hand and rose to my feet. “How about we find somewhere a little more private to fix your jeans, hmm?” She gripped my hand and I handed Austin my wine as I narrowed my eyes at him. “Glue.”
He smiled and gave me a chin lift in response.
I walked Lily to a little alcove behind the pool table where computers were set up along the window, and helped her with her tiny little motorcycle boots (seriously adorable) then I removed her jeans and helped her put them on the right way. “How did they get off you, baby?”
“I was going potty and I took them off,” she said, as though it was obvious.
“Good job,” I said. “Did you go potty by yourself?”
She nodded her head. “I can go like a big girl.”
“I bet you can. But if you need to go potty again, how about you come find me if you can’t find your daddy, okay?” I smiled. “That way we can make sure your jeans fit right.”
I led her back out in the common area, just in time to see Tiff walking into the room, her body wrapped around a really good-looking man who looked to be in his early thirties. He was tall and lean, had dark blond hair, deep green eyes, and a handlebar moustache that covered full lips. I had never been one to find the meth dealer look appealing, but this biker rocked it.
“Daddy!” Lily squealed, and pulled away from me to make a run for him.
Tiff looked somewhat put out as the man caught his daughter, scooping her up in his arms and kissing her, but she schooled her features and made a good show of looking interested in the little girl.
“Where have you been, little girl?”
