20, Wrapp the little biker

Nash

I relaxed as I guided Tite towards the table where Doc and Little sat. It was fucking stupid, but I had missed her. I didn’t like how we had left it between us, but I didn’t know why it bothered me so. She wasn’t the first woman to turn me down. It didn’t happen often, but it did happen. I usually didn’t care. Their loss. But with Tite it was different. It gnawed at me. The chemistry between us was undeniable, the sex would be amazing, I could tell. So why not just scratch the itch we both felt? I scratch yours if you scratch mine. But she had to go and be stubborn. I tried to focus back on the moment at hand.

“Doc, Little, this is Tite, you know about her. Tite, this is Doc, he’s the Chaplain of the club. Little is one of our enforcers,” I introduced them.

“Sit down. Jane told me you have been nice to her. Thank you for that,” Little said. Tite took a seat and smiled at him.

“No worries. I like her and she was kind to me too,” she told him. I had expected I would need to keep the conversation going, to make sure my friends didn’t sit like two statues, making Tite feel ignored. But her friendship with Essme and Jane had apparently put her in the accepted group for both of the men. It helped that she didn’t get offended by Little’s crude jokes and Doc’s mouth that could rival any sailor. After a while of talking, I relaxed. That was my first mistake. I was too focused on Tite to notice Lora and her two friends walking into the bar.

“I’ll grab the next round,” I told everyone around the table and stood up to get the beer. When I turned around to go back to the table, I saw a nightmare come to life. Lora and her friends were heading for our table and I could see Lorna had her sights set on Tite. In my mind there was no good outcome of an interaction between the two of them. I hurried my steps.

“So you’re that bitch everyone is talking about? Your own club was sick and tired of you so they had to send you to us to get rid of you?” I heard Lora ask Tite. I prayed to gods I didn’t believe in that Tite wouldn’t jump up and punch Lora in the face. She may be a bitch and a troublemaker. But there were members of the club who liked her because of her performance in bed. I didn’t want Tite to get in trouble. But Tite didn’t even get up from her chair, she just scanned Lora from head to toe, taking in the barely there outfit, the styled hair and heavy make up and sighed.

“Don’t tell me you are one of those women,” she told Lora.

“What are you talking about?” Lora hissed.

“One of those women who thinks the only way you can stand out is to push other women down. It’s sad and pathetic and you should work on it. Meditate on it or some shit,” Tite said and Little almost choked on the beer I had placed in front of him as he tried to drink it and laugh at the same time.

“Fucking bitch!” Lorna screamed, grabbing the attention of the entire bar.

“Look. I’m not going to do this with you. You think you are the top bitch here, and that might have been true in the past. Times change. Adapt or go down kicking and screaming. I don’t give a fuck which option you choose,” Tite explained. On the surface she looked relaxed, but I had spent enough time watching her to see the tension in her shoulders and the slight shift in how she sat in the chair. She was ready for a physical fight if it came down to that. She just wasn’t going to be the one initiating it. Lora on the other hand looked to be ready to jump Tite. If she did, my money would be on Tite. Then Lora noticed me and her demeanor changed. Her angry face relaxed and instead she smiled a flirtatious smile. I instantly went on high alert. My instincts were crying out that danger was ahead.

“Wolf, I was looking for you,” Lora purred and walked over to me. She stood close enough to let our bodies touch and placed a hand on my chest. I looked down at her. She was up to something. “I’m bored. Entertain me,” she whined. What the fuck was she up to? I looked up and saw Tite watching us and my insides turned cold. Fuck! It took me too long to see what was going on and now we were giving Tite the wrong impression. It shouldn’t bother me, I had offered Tite a fun time, she had turned me down. I didn’t want anything more and I didn’t want Lora. But the assessing look Tite was giving us had me panicked. Lora turned to look at Tite as well with a smile on her face. “Wolf always makes sure I’m not bored,” she told Tite. What the fuck was she saying? Before I could object, Tite smiled back at Lora. The smile didn’t reach her eyes, they held something else. Something I didn’t know what it was, but it made my panic worse.

“Thank you for oversharing. Don’t forget to wrap the little biker up, safety first,” Tite said. I didn’t know why, but I felt myself turn bright red at the remark. Doc and Little were of no use, they were too busy laughing. Lora looked irritated. She must hate that Tite didn’t take her bait. I hated it as well, but for different reasons, and I didn’t think Tite was as unaffected as she made it seem. Then again, that could be wishful thinking on my part. “Excuse me, I need to say hi to a friend,” Tite then said, standing up. She walked towards the bar and I turned to look at where she was heading, preparing myself to see Shadow. Instead, I saw Jane. I relaxed a little and my brain registered that Lora was still plastered against me.

“Get the fuck off,” I said and pushed her away. I felt like an idiot. That was the first thing I should have done. I just wasn’t used to situations like this. I usually didn’t give a crap if a woman got jealous or was hurt by me talking to other women. I was always honest with them about me not wanting to get tied down. If they couldn’t handle that, it was their issue not mine. But with Tite it hit differently.

“Why are you like this? Don’t you want some fun, baby?” Lora asked and walked up to me again. I took a step back.

“Fuck off, Lora. You have never got into my bed and I intend it to stay that way,” I told her and felt useless as I didn’t know what to do when she came at me again. If she had been a man, I would have decked him. But she was a woman and there was no way I would lay my hands on her. At the same time it felt like wrong to keep backing away. I was no coward, I didn’t run.