Page 4 of Entangled With The Hellhound

So instead of dragging her ass to one of the bedrooms and slamming her against the wall to have my way with her, I decided to chill the hell out and go get a drink. Not that I need another one. I’m already feeling pretty damn good, but I needed an excuse to get away.

There is nothing more attractive to me than a strong woman. That damsel in distress shit gets on my nerves, but when women see me, for some unknown reason, they see a knight in shining armor. And that’s the last thing I am.

With my rough exterior and sarcastic attitude, I’m nobody’s savior. Hell, with my past, it’s a wonder that I was able to save my damned self.

“Hey, Candy. Get me, two Millers.” I smile at the cute bartender with short brown hair and tatts.

“Sure thing, Stone.” Candy smiles as she pushes her chest out before she saunters off to get my beers.

I shake my head; Candy would be cute if she didn’t constantly keep shit stirred up. I’m surprised Sassy, the club’s Sargent at Arms old lady hasn’t kicked her ass yet.

“Stone Cold, what’s shakin’ bacon?”

“I was just thinking about you,” I say to Sassy as she goes to hug my neck, but Ace grabs her waist and pulls her back.

“What the hell do you mean? Why the fuck are you thinking about my woman?” Ace scowls at me hard, but I chuckle.

“Calm down, caveman.” Sassy rolls her big brown eyes and swats at his arms.

“Candy just went to get my drinks. I was wondering when Sassy was gonna kick her ass.” I smiled, and now it was my turn to get the eye roll.

“I’m somebody’s mama. I don’t have time to fight these hoes.” Sassy responds with a smirk. It’s always funny to hear the sophisticated woman slip back into her street slang. And we both know, if the crazy bartender tries anything out of line, Sassy will slip a foot in Candy’s ass.

Before I can tease her anymore, Candy returns with my beers. She greets Ace but practically ignores Sassy. I see the fire light in the depths of Sassy eyes before she turns and goes to the bar and orders her drinks from Rose.

Ace chuckles before he settles beside me on a barstool. He’s not only the Sargent at Arms of the Hellhounds; he’s also the commander of our enforcers. But it takes a dark motherfucker to be an enforcer, which is why I’m his right hand.

“I’m surprised you’re by yourself.” Ace quirks a thick brow in my direction, and I shrug and take a swig of my beer.

“I actually have a little somethin’ to get into. I’ll check ya later.” I grab the other beer from the bar and stroll back

If I sit too long talking with Ace, shit is bound to get deep. The last thing I want on a party night is to drown in the sorrow of shit I can’t change.

As I walk through the ever growing crowd, I see Po Boy and a group of Louisiana chapter members talking to Big Country. I don’t recognize a few men in the group, but I hear Po Boy introduce one guy as Kirk something, but I keep walking. I don’t particularly care for those members. They’re my brothers by Hellhounds standards, but I don’t have to like their asses.

I continue on and notice the party is in full swing and getting rowdier by the second. No matter what’s going on in the world, the Hellhounds will always make time to throw a good party. We live by our own set of rules and fuck anybody that has anything to say about it.

That’s why when I see Roxy practically hiding in the corner, I instantly know that she isn’t used to our wild shenanigans. There’s one of the brothers directly in front of her with a bunny on her knees. She’s slurping and gagging like she’s making a flick while her short skirt is pulled up over her slim hips.

Everyone else is either cheering on the performance or ignoring them completely. However, Roxy’s almond-shaped eyes look like they are seconds from popping out of her skull. Although she’s obviously trying not to stare, she’s clutching at her neck like she’s wearing her grandmama’s pearls. Her mouth is opening and closing like a big mouth bass. I can see the tinge of embarrassment under her cheeks, but I’m pretty sure if her skin was lighter, she would be beet red.

My chuckle doesn’t quite make it out of my mouth when I notice that Dee and Crush are nowhere to be found, and Big Country is eyeingmywoman like she’s the all-you-can-eat buffet.Hell no!

“Here, baby,” I slid between Roxy and Big Country just before he made his move.

“Baby?” Roxy comes out of her stupor to look at me with a raised brow.

“I’m just trying to protect you from the wolves in here, little lamb.” I tick my head behind me at the behemoth making lustful eyes at Roxy. She swallows hard and nods her thanks before taking a sip of her beer.

When her eyes swing back to the porn in front of us, her eyes go wide again, and she starts to choke on her beer. I pat on her back as I try not to laugh at her.

“Damn, woman, you act like you’ve never seen a dick before.”

“I’ve seen plenty of dicks…” I cock my eyebrow at her with a wry smile, and she blushes again. “You know what I mean. I’m not a virgin. I’ve just never seen a dick just… out. All in public for everyone to see.”

“You don’t have to see it. Just turn away.” I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly. I want to know enough about this woman to get her into bed, but if she’s judgmental, I refuse to have the headache.

“It’s hard to turn away. It’s like a car wreck. You’re glad it’s not you, but you want to see what happens next. Look at her!” Roxy elbows my side, so I look. “Is she a professional? Like is she on Onlyfans or Pornhub? She has to be famous with skills like that!” Roxy chuckles before taking another sip, and I realize she’s not judging them... or us. She’s just out of her element, and I can appreciate that.