Page 9 of Entangled With The Hellhound

The thought of her running makes a frown cover my face before I can stop it. I don’t frown much; it’s part of my mask. Frowning shows people the real me, and only those selected to die should see therealme.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you frown all night. You okay?” Roxy’s sweet voice infiltrates my ears. I was so deep in thought that I didn’t even realize she was standing in front of me.

“I’m good, Sugar. You good?” I relax my face and smile easily. Roxy tips her head to the side and gives me a strange look.

“Hmmm. Well, Dee is ready to go, so I just wanted to come to say bye.” Roxy says after a minute of assessing me. She bites her bottom lip, and I can tell the feisty woman I’ve been teasing all night has been replaced by a shy fidgety person that I find adorable as fuck.

“So, little lamb, are you gonna give me the digits or what?” I smile when she starts laughing.

“You really sound like somebody’s country grandpa. Who even says digits anymore?”

“Woman, just give me your damn phone.” I hold out my hand, and she hesitates for a split second before she hands me her cell.

I put my number in and call myself. I save her number in my phone and hand her cell back to her. Roxy just watches me with a little smile on her face, and I’m glad that she doesn’t comment on my highhandedness.

I could tell she wanted my number, but she’s not the type of woman to ask for it. But that’s okay cause I’m the type of man to give a woman what she wants without her having to ask.

“It was interesting meeting you, Stone…”

“Rutherford…” I finish for her.

“Roxy Brooks.” She formally introduces herself. I take her hand and pull her close to my body.

Roxy’s soft curves melt into my hard muscles. Her breath hitches when she gasps. I lift her chin up so I can get a good look into her soft coffee-colored eyes. They look like pools of melted chocolate, and I have a sweet tooth.

“Damn, little lamb. You sure are one sexy motherfucker.” I whisper as I lean down to get a taste of those juicy lips I’ve been admiring all night.

“I told your hardheaded ass about that nickna…” I cut off her sassy ass with a kiss so powerful it takes both of our breaths away.

I consume her mouth and taste her sweetness on my tongue. I growl and pull her closer to me. Roxy grips the back of my neck with one hand and fists my t-shirt in the other. I know she can feel me growing hard against her stomach because she whimpers when I rock into her.

When she bites my bottom lip, I push her against the nearest wall in a dark corner. I slide my hands down the front of her body and rub her pussy through her jeans. Roxy rolls her hips sensually, and all I want to do is tear her pants off her and fuck her up against the wall. I have half a mind to throw her over my shoulder and go to my room. But, a cackling laugh breaks into my sex fogged brain.

“Oooh. Roxanne, Roxanne. I knew you had it in you!” Dee cackles from behind us, and Roxy blushes like a teenager.

“Shut up, Dee,” Roxanne mumbles as she glares at her cousin. I can’t help but chuckle at the two. I can tell by how they tease each other that they’re close. I miss not having a sibling.

“Ya’ll be safe. I’ll call you.” I peck Roxy on her lips, and she gives me a dreamy smile before she follows Dee out the door.

I can’t help but watch her ass sway until she’s out of sight.Damn, that’s a magnificent ass!

Although Dee and Roxy are leaving, the party is still in full swing. The party usually doesn’t end until the sun comes up. But I’m glad they left because I have some business to take care of.

When I spot Crush coming in from outside, I know he sent the ladies home. It’s not early, but Dee usually stays a lot longer. Crush nods at me, and I follow him upstairs and away from the noise of the party.

We make it to the large conference room where we hold church, and six of the seven voting members are here. I hadn’t seen Rock all night, so I know it’s some deep shit happening. The Prez never stays away from a good party.

I take my seat at the end of the table with the other club enforcers. Big Country and Black are here, and so are Bishop and Ace. We’re only missing one of our enforcers, but he’s out on a job which is probably a good thing.

“So, we have a rat hanging around,” Rock says in a cold, steely voice.

“According to Roxy,” I respond.

The mass text I sent out has everyone on high alert. But, unfortunately, this Raymond dude slipped through the cracks of our security. There’s no way in hell he should’ve been able to get anywhere near our clubhouse, party or not.

There were grumbles of protest when Wire, our computer guy comes waltzing in. He’s been with our Texas chapter a few years, but he’s been a Hound forever at our chapter in Nevada. His red hair is in his signature neat style, and his eyes, as usual, are twinkling with laughter.

“What cha’ got, Wire?” Rock asks in a no-nonsense tone. Wire tends to be a jokester, especially at inappropriate times, so I get Rock’s attitude. We don’t have time for bullshit.