His Home
708 Words
~Valerie~
I want to scream at him, yell in his face, “I’m f*****g nineteen. I’m an adult, and I know damn well what I want.”
But this is better too. I’m entering his territory. His space. His home. His club.
I didn’t even blink before saying yes to Rikky when she hit me up about the vacancy at the bar.
Reno Pub.
His club bar.
I screamed yes into the phone. Rikky almost had a heart attack. She thought I was just super excited, but she didn’t know it was more than that.
She doesn’t know that I accepted the offer because of him, my guardian, who has been taking care of my mom’s and my finances.
The man I shouldn’t want. I shouldn’t think about. But I can’t stop.
I see the signage of the club, rearing its name above the close buildings, boldly written in black.
“We’re here, b***h,” Rikky breathes, winking at me and tonguing out.
Her tongue piercing glints in the light. I shrug, blowing her a kiss, my heart racing, pounding wildly in my chest.
Wetness dampens my neck. I start to feel hot all of a sudden.
The road narrows as we approach the club grounds. No gates. No warning signs. Just a long steel pole stretched across the driveway like a warning line.
Two uniformed guards flank the sides of the pole, both dressed in black, from their pants to the fitted vests on their bodies, with their club patches and ranks displayed.
Sergeant at Arms.
Tall. Muscular. Armed.
Their faces are blank and hard, a deep scowl on one of their faces.
My pulse ticks, and I swallow at their imposing frames. They have the “I’ll-make-you-disappear-if-you-trespass look.”
The scowling one grabs a rope, and the pole lifts straight up until it stands tall against the sky.
Metal groans. Muscles strain.
Rikky drives through. “Max,” she calls to the other guy on her side. He narrows his eyes.
I could have sworn there’s something hidden in his look, but I can’t be bothered with them right now.
The pole slams back down behind us with a dull, final thud.
My heart squeezes. My spine straightens.
This is it.
Yes, yes. Finally.
The car drives down the long, narrow road into the wide-open space behind the tall two-story building.
The infamous bar.
The abode of all unhinged pleasures and desires.
Rikky parks the car and kills the engine, snatching off the keys like she’s got a grudge with it.
We get out of the truck, the doors squeaking.
Cold afternoon air hits my skin, palming my almost naked ass hanging out beneath the shorts. My grip on my bag tightens, my legs trembling in the black stiletto heels.
Rikky turns to me, her small perky t**s swaying, the long line of piercings on her ears and nose dazzling. Her tattooed right arm flexes as she toys with the keys.
“Ready to dive into the filthy, dirty side of the world?”
I snort.
Classic Rikky.
The only filthy world I’d dive into is Ronan’s, but she can’t know.
She tilts her head toward the road that leads to the front of the bar. “Come, dirty Omega,” she teases, walking forward.
Her perky round ass stretches in the tight shorts, bouncing with her movements.
Every step toward the bar makes my stomach sink, my heels dig deeper. My muscles clench. My fat ass swings heavily, threatening to spill out of my jeans.
My heart hammers against my ribs, pounding so violently it’s like it’s fighting for its life. My palm heats, prickling with sweat.
I know there’s no turning back once I enter through that door. I’m going to turn his world around while riding him.
There’s nothing he can do, even as my Alpha, he won’t be able to stop me.
I’m an adult, I’m nineteen. I know damn well what I want and it’s time he starts to see me for who I am, because I won’t let go until I have him right where I need him.
It’s too late to turn back now.
Not when I can feel him already.
Not when my body has decided for me.
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