Page 7 of Haze (Serpents of Chaos MC #2)

LU

My panties are wet.

His touch and his deep, gravelly voice have that effect, and feeling his hard cock made me want to forget about everything else and get down on my knees for him. He felt big . And so fucking hard.

Instead, I finish the pool game with the twins, reminding myself why going there with him is a terrible idea.

He’s a dick.

He might have knocked up a club girl.

And he’s a whore.

All the more experience to eat me with.

Fuck, sometimes my internal voice needs to shut up. “So, what’s going on with you and Haze?” Bones asks, taking a sip from his beer bottle while Skull plays his shot.

“Nothing,” I reply, pursing my lips. The whole clubhouse doesn’t need to know our twisted back story, especially not Bones.

He and Lore have the biggest mouths in the clubhouse.

I might have only been here for a short while, but even I know that.

Now Skull, that man looks like he can keep a secret.

In fact, he doesn’t speak much at all, letting Bones carry the conversation.

If there was a good twin and an evil twin, I couldn’t tell you who was who because it’s usually the quiet ones you need to look out for.

But Bones has a mischievous side that must get him into a lot of trouble.

“Nothing? Then why did he claim you to the club?” he replies, smirking. He rakes a hand through his shoulder-length blond hair. “He’s made you off-limits. You belong to not just the Serpents but especially to Haze.”

Skull’s lip twitches, but he stays quiet. Is this amusing to him? Maybe he is the evil twin.

“He did what?” I snap, my brow creasing.

“Yeah, since that first night at the party.”

The night he rejected me and kissed those club girls in front of me?

No fucking way.

That bastard.

Bones rubs his chin thoughtfully. “Yeah, but now he’s knocked up a club whore, so I’m curious about how you’re both going to handle that.”

“Maybe he should claim her,” I toss back, tapping my black nails on the table. “Does Ora know about this?”

“I don’t know, but War sure as fuck does.”

“It should be against the biker rules to claim a woman without her consent.”

They both laugh.

Laugh.

Assholes, the lot of them.

“Look, Haze doesn’t usually give a fuck about women for more than a night, so you obviously mean something to him. Just roll with it,” Bones says, playing his shot and sinking the last ball. They both put their cues away before coming to stand in front of me.

“Just roll with it ? That’s your advice?” I smirk.

He cradles my jaw with his strong hand. “Yes, Lu. That’s my advice. You’re his, and that holds weight here. I think before you walked through those doors, he was just living but not feeling anything. He was numb. You’ve changed something in him.”

I swallow, his words hitting me right in the gut.

His eyes twinkle suggestively as he lowers his voice and whispers in my ear, “I should have fucked you before he laid the claim.”

Then he swaggers away.

And I’m wet again.

Skull sits next to me, studying me. Ora told me her trick of telling them apart is one little curl of hair that Bones has on his forehead.

It’s cute. Today, Skull has a black bandana on, too, containing his hair, while Bones’ is wildly free.

If that doesn’t sum the two of them up, I don’t know what does.

“I should finish up in the kitchen,” I say, breaking the comfortable silence. We’re doing a charity event next weekend, and Ora and I will be doing all the catering for it.

“You work hard,” he muses.

“I do. I need to train. That usually gets my energy out, but I haven’t gone to the gym since I moved in here,” I admit.

“Why don’t you use our gym?” he suggests, standing up and offering me his hand. “I’ll train with you. You do Muay Thai, right? Same as Haze.”

“Yeah. He still trains?” I ask, surprised.

Skull nods, leading me down the hallway and out to the gym with a weight section and a big ring in the middle.

“Yeah, he does. He taught a lot of us what he’s learned along the way too.

When he’s not playing his guitar, he’s in here a fair bit, punching the shit out of one of the bags.

” He pauses, smirking. “Or out of one of the brothers.”

This is the most Skull has ever spoken to me, and it’s the first time he’s ever touched me. He lets go to throw me a pair of gloves.

He pulls off his cut and T-shirt, leaving him in a pair of slightly loose jeans. And his body—he has no visible tattoos, just rippling muscles, at least I think that until he turns around, where the big Serpents’ emblem is covering his back. “Come on then, show me what you got.”

I don’t know how I’m meant to concentrate with him in nothing but jeans and bare feet, a six-pack, and a sexy V staring right at me. I pull off my oversized T-shirt, leaving me in my leggings and sports bra.

Skull puts some gloves on and brings his arms into guard, making his biceps bulge, and spreads his feet into the correct stance.

Fucking hell, he’s incredible.

“You hit me, I’ll just block,” he murmurs, stretching his neck from side to side.

With a grin, I come at him with a few jabs and crosses, and when I throw in a right kick, he blocks it with his gloves. He’s quick. I don’t know why I didn’t figure out that I’d find some good sparring partners here, but my stay here just became much more enjoyable.

An hour later, I’m sweaty and exhausted. When I hear whistling, I turn around to see Bones, Lore, and Danger watching us. I was so in the zone I didn’t even notice them.

“Why is it always the little ones who know how to fight?” Bones asks, his mouth open.

“Who knew you were so badass,” Lore calls across the gym, leaning back against one of the boxing bags with his arms crossed over his broad chest, a lopsided grin playing on his lips. “Next time a woman gets in my face, I’m calling you to protect me.”

“I’m not going to be your personal security guard, Lore.” I smirk, sliding through the ropes and jumping down from the ring. “You should be more selective where you put your dick.”

He laughs, his violet eyes crinkling at the corners. “Ah, come now, Cupcake, don’t be like that. You can protect my virtue like my own warrior princess.”

“That was hot,” Bones adds, giving me a slow once-over. He shares a look with his twin. “Haze is one lucky motherfucker.”

I roll my eyes.

“You need me to hold pads again, you know where to find me,” Skull says, lifting his chin at me before grabbing a towel, along with his shirt and cut, and leaving the gym. I watch his back muscles flex as he leaves, his tattoo staring at me.

Bones, Lore, and Danger all start to undress, Lore wrapping his hands as they get ready to spar with each other.

I try my best not to look, but it’s hard, and at the end of the day, I am single.

They are all ripped to perfection, so much so that I don’t know which one to linger on.

Lore is covered in ink and quite broad, while Danger is lankier but still muscular.

His deep dimples should be illegal. Bones looks exactly like Skull, just a hell of a lot cockier.

My mouth is suddenly very dry. My pussy, on the other hand…

Lore comes over with his gloves on and his hair falling out of its man bun. “Can you fix this for me, Cupcake?”

And then he kneels in front of me.

Kneels.

Swallowing hard, I run my fingers through his thick, dark hair, and instead of putting it back in a bun, I plait it into a braid so it won’t fall into his face when he’s fighting.

Of course, this is the position Haze catches me in, my fingers in Lore’s hair as he’s on his knees in front of me, shirtless and in nothing but a pair of shorts. To top it off, I look sweaty and disheveled.

“What the fuck,” Haze barks, storming toward us just as I tie Lore’s braid and tap his bare shoulder to let him know I’m done. He stands up, flashing a smirk in Haze’s direction. For men who are connected by loyalty, they really do enjoy riling each other up.

Haze is glaring at Lore, looking like he wants to strangle him. He comes up behind me, hands on my hips, his front pressed to my back. His stance is rigid. “Did you miss Church when I claimed her at the table?”

Lore strokes his beard. “No, brother. I was there.”

“Good,” Haze rumbles, his fingers tightening. “Keep your fucking hands off her, Lore.”

“I believe she had her hands on me,” Lore replies, smirking. He’s such a shit-stirrer.

Haze goes to move around me, but I stop him by moving with him. “She is right here. Stop it, both of you. I was just sorting out his hair, and Haze, we aren’t even together. What is this claiming shit all about?”

“You already belonged to the club, Luella,” Haze mutters, his thumbs running circles over the dimples on my lower back.

“Just because I’m friends with Ora?”

“Yes,” they both answer at the same time.

“So I belong to the Serpents of Chaos MC?” I clarify, shaking my head in disbelief.

“You’re club property, darlin’.” Lore grins, flashing his straight white teeth. “You’re under our protection. That’s why you’re here now, gracing us with your presence.”

“Oh, so I belong to all of you then. So I can fuck any of the club brothers?”

I know that’s not what he meant. He claimed me as his, as in, off-limits to the other members.

But I want to push him.

It’s been me doing the chasing for what feels like my whole life, and now I want to be chased.

“Luella,” Haze warns, turning me around to face him. His hand moves to the side of my neck. “You’re mine . You’ve always been mine . Take however long you need to catch up, baby, but it doesn’t change the fact.”

“I don’t belong to any man,” I fire back. “Last I checked, there’s no ring on my finger.” I flash him my bare hand. “No property cut on my back, and no baby in my stomach. You saved that for someone else, didn’t you?”

His amber eyes flick with anger, regret, and determination. It’s the last one that sets me on edge. “I fucked Daisy before you came back into my life. Throw it at me all you want, I can take it, but you’ll be doing it while staying the fuck away from other men.”

Okay, that was hot .

Not that I’d let him know.

I go up on my tiptoes and point a finger in his face. “You’re delusional, Haze. That young girl who was obsessed with you, the one who worshiped you and put you on a pedestal higher than she could ever reach, is gone.”

“I don’t want the girl. I want the woman,” he fires back, leaning down to press a soft, chaste, unexpected kiss against my mouth. “And I want my best friend back.”

With that parting shot hitting its mark, he leaves the gym.

Fuck.

My shoulders slump.

I want my best friend back too.