Freya waves at Gunner, who is openly checking her out. “Yes, let’s.”
13
MACKENZIE
The clubhouse isn’t like anything I expected. It’s a massive two-story house surrounded by huge iron gates on acres of land. When they opened the gates, a brother by the name of Zeek let us through and escorted us from our car to a big shed that’s been transformed into a strip club slash fighting area, with a huge ring in the middle. A blond-haired man with a scar down his face opened the door to let us in. I saw him staring at me curiously, but he looked away when our eyes connected.
There are two bars with gorgeous women serving drinks, some of them topless, and then there are the club brothers and other women drinking, laughing, playing pool, and having a good time. When I stepped inside and saw the same woman standing next to Chance, I felt sick. It’s like being in a strip club right now, knowing all these pretty women have likely been with Chance. I knew it would be like this, but having all their breasts in my face was something I hadn’t mentally planned for.
This is his life.
Heaven for him…
… depths of hell for me.
Freya, who isn’t one bit shy, walks straight up to Gunner and introduces herself. He is just her type, as I told her he would be.
Chance leads me around with his hand on my lower back, introducing me to all the club brothers I haven’t met yet, and even the women. Most of them are friendly enough, albeit cautious, but Gia doesn’t bother to hide her disdain for me. I’m guessing she wants Chance—thought she’d end up being his old lady, and now me being here is threatening that. I don’t want any issues with anyone. I spend enough of my time in high school, so I ignore her and pretend I don’t notice the side eyes she’s throwing my way. I feel so grateful that Freya is here because if anyone decides to start shit with me, I know she will have my back in an instant, and she’s a badass.
“What do you want to drink, Siren?” Chance asks me, pulling my attention away from one of the bikers making out with a half-naked woman against the wall. “A spicy margarita?”
My eyes widen in surprise. “You have those here? Looks more like a beer or straight whiskey kind of place.”
He grins and nods toward the bar. “I had them stock everything you need to make them today. I don’t think Zeek was too happy about me sending him off to buy fancy margarita glasses. I also told him to learn how to make them.”
“He’s going to love me,” I mutter in a dry tone, but Chance just laughs.
“He has no choice but to. Will Freya have one too?”
I nod, and he tells Zeek to make two. He goes behind the bar and gets to work, and I realize he purposely didn’t ask any of the women, who are serving all the other drinks.
When I look up at Chance, I find his eyes lingering on my legs and then my ass before he leans in close to whisper, “Fuck, I’m hard as a rock just looking at you. What the fuck have you done to me?” He presses a soft kiss behind my ear, and then another one between my neck and shoulder. “And you smell so fucking good.”
“Nothing you haven’t done to me.”
“I can’t stop thinking about what I’m going to do to you later tonight,” he growls, raking his teeth across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He kisses the corner of my mouth and then stands to his full height. Lifting my chin to look at him, I give him a slow once-over. He looks delicious in his white T-shirt, jeans, and leather cut. His hair is perfectly tousled, and his ocean-blue eyes are filled with hunger.
For me.
“Why don’t you tell me what you have planned?” I ask, licking my bottom lip.
“Fuck it, let’s leave now,” he growls, just as Gunner calls out, “Prez! First fight is starting.”
“Fuck,” Chance rasps against my mouth, pressing another soft kiss before turning back toward the bar, where Zeek has placed the two margaritas and a beer. He gives me my drink, then takes Freya’s to her, which I think is cute, before grabbing his beer by the neck and nodding toward the ring. “You want to sit up there or back here?”
“Might as well be right in the action.” We share a grin, and he takes my hand and leads me to a seat directly in front of the ring, where two tall, shirtless men are leaning against opposite ends of the rope and staring at each other in amusement.
Chance points to the brown-haired man on the right side. “That’s Eagle. He’s my road captain. And the other brother is Dax, our secretary.”
They are both handsome, Eagle more rugged than Dax’s pretty-boy looks. The women around here have plenty of eye candy, that’s for sure. I turn my head to check on Freya, who is sitting next to Gunner, laughing at something he said. She sends a wink at me when she catches me looking, and then mouths, He’s fucking hot.
I don’t know if she means Chance or Gunner because it would apply to both.
My cheeks heat when a woman brushes past my arm, her naked breasts touching me as she leans over our table. “Anything I can get you both?”
Chance keeps his eyes on me, and not the pretty pink nipples in my face, but he can’t hide the amusement on his handsome face. “I’m okay. How about you, Siren?”
“I’m okay, thank you.”