Chapter One
Wicked.
She kept looking at me from beneath her lashes whenever she thought I wasn’t paying any attention. And Jesus, I tried not to pay her any attention, but my eyes found her wherever she went, and I couldn’t keep them off of her.
If anyone noticed, they didn’t say anything, and they WOULD have something to say if they did. Especially Fender and Ruin.
She was out of bounds.
The club fucking Princess, daughter of the Black Aces President. Hell, she was Ruins baby sister. My best friends kid sister.
No woman in the entire world was as out of bounds as she was.
Chelsea.
But I still couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. The lithe form hugged by that sinfully tight dress as she moved around Cooks. The way her breasts shook as she laughed and flirted her way around the room.
I hadn’t been able to get her out of my damn mind since me and my younger brother had picked her up from school. And she had cupped my cock through my jeans the entire ride back. Her breath hot against my neck as she palmed me over the rough denim.
Truth had obviously taken my bad mood that day as me being pissed off that we were on babysitting duties. When it couldn’t be further from the truth. I had been pissed off for a whole other reason. Namely the fact that by the time we had gotten home, I had been so worked up, so ready to blow my load that it had been hard to think straight, let alone walk.
If she had been anyone else, I would have pulled right over and fucked her hard and fast on the side of a road. But she wasn’t just any other woman.
She was Chelsea.
And she was out of bounds.
I knew it, but I couldn’t keep my eyes from her. It was like they had a mind of their own.
As if she had somehow heard me thinking about her, she turned. The smile she gave was almost shy. Not that I would fall for that. She could play the good girl all she liked; she wasn’t innocent. No one innocent could play with me that well and leave me begging for more so quickly.
I nodded my head to her in greeting. Lifting my drink to my lips as I studied her.
I didn’t know when she had grown up so much, but I liked it. No, I more than liked it and that was the problem because I shouldn’t.
I shouldn’t look at my best friend's little sister and be imagining all the downright filthy things I wanted to do to her. I had to stop. And tonight was the best night to do it. To put her out of my mind once and for all.
It was Valentine’s Day, after all. There would be no shortage of women desperate for my attention. All I had to do was find one I liked and fuck any thought of Chelsea out of my system.
Easy Peasy.
Or at least it should have been. Cooks was busy, and it was only going to get busier as more and more of the Black Aces rolled in to celebrate Valentine’s Day with their old ladies or whatever woman they had picked for the night.
Except nothing was easy when Chelsea was around. Mainly because she seemed to be in my eye line wherever I looked.
She was fucking everywhere.
The sooner I found a woman to lose myself in the better. Maybe then I would be able to get her damn face out of my mind.
“Brother?”
I jumped at the sound of my brother's voice. My head lifting to meet his familiar brown eyes. Truth was actually my brother by blood. And not just a club brother.
I grunted my hello to him.
“What’s up with you?”
His question didn’t really come as a surprise. I had been distracted, hell I had been distracted for months. Ever since Chelsea had…. I shook the memory from my mind. It wouldn’t do any good to think about her hand rubbing over my crotch.