Page 23 of Lockout (The Vikings MC: Tucson Chapter #11)

Lockout

I got Rip’s attention and motioned for him to turn down the music. As it lowered everyone turned and found me with their gazes. They all began to circle around as I motioned for Static and Idaho to step forward.

Static had a huge grin on his face, while my twin kept his expression neutral. They’d already taken their oaths to the club in front of me and the other officers early this morning.

“Thank you all for joining us,” I said, raising my voice so everyone could hear. “It’s been a long time coming that we officially make Static and Idaho a part of this club.”

“We weren’t before?” Static joked. “What the hell was I cleaning all those toilets for then?”

The crowd laughed.

“That was because you look great head down, ass up,” Toxic called out, making everyone laugh again.

I shook my head with a grin on my face. This was why I loved my damn brothers so much. No matter what was going on, they always found a way to lighten the mood. Rip had wound his way through the crowd and was standing next to me. He handed over two sets of patches.

“No one knows the meaning of brotherhood, or loyalty, like these two men do.” I met Idaho’s gaze and recognized the emotion in them.

For too long I’d kept him at arm’s length, but not anymore.

“They’ve done everything we’ve asked of them.

Helped protect us and our families. They’ve been a part of us long before now, but it’s past time we made it official.

We’re lucky to be able to count them as brothers.

As friends. As Vikings. Welcome to the club. ”

The crowd cheered as I passed over the patches to Static and Idaho. I took the beer that Hush handed to me and stepped aside to let Riptide give a speech. A couple of the guys had them prepared. I clapped a hand on Idaho’s shoulder, then kept moving, getting out of the spotlight.

“That was sweet.”

I glanced over at Keely and grinned. “Okay.” She was swaying a little and sniffling with tears in her pretty blue eyes.

She put on this persona of a tough woman, but my girl had a soft heart.

It was easy to see now as she sniffed back happy tears.

“How many of those have you had?” I asked, motioning to the drink in her hand.

The glass was tilting dangerously, so I rescued it from dumping its contents on the floor.

“Oh, thanks. Uhh…” She made a cute face as she tried to remember how much alcohol she’d consumed. “Three?” she said, holding up four fingers.

“Five,” Scarlett corrected from behind the bar.

Keely looked at her in surprise. “Really? You sure?”

Scarlett laughed. “They’re my Long Islands. I keep count when I give them out.”

I swore and scowled at her. “Five, Scarlett? Seriously?” That was the equivalent of eight with the way she made them. I was surprised Keely was still standing.

She shrugged. “Toxic gave strict orders that no one was getting cut off tonight.”

“I’m rescinding those orders, Scar. Especially for Toxic,” I told her. “And this one.”

“Hey,” Keely said, sounding offended when I put her drink on the bar.

“Sure thing, Boss,” Scarlett said, swiping up the glass before Keely could grab it again.

I briefly thought about re-rescinding the orders for Toxic, if only to have Scarlett feed him enough alcohol to kill him. No, it was better to keep him alive. For now. Besides, he was basically unkillable.

Rip had finished his speech and everyone was congratulating Static and Idaho. Someone had turned the music back up. I turned to Keely. “Maybe you should-”

“Hey, Keels.”

We both turned and I gave Warrant a dark look as he stepped up next to Keely and put a hand on her shoulder. My gaze dropped to where he was touching her, then flicked back up to him. The fucker looked amused for some stupid ass reason. “Later, Warrant.”

“Naw,” he said. “Keely here promised me a dance.”

She looked shocked. Her eyes were darting between me and Warrant. “I- Um-”

Warrant took her by the arm before I had a chance to say anything and led her to an open spot. The fucker started grinding on her to the music. I could see the blush spreading over Keely’s cheeks from here as she tried to decide if she was going to dance with him or not.

He took the option out of her hands, grabbed her by the hips, and started moving her body along with his. Their bodies were pressed together while the singer crooned out lyrics meant for lovers.

It was like waving a red flag in front of a bull because all my focus narrowed in on them as my temper snapped. I didn’t even remember moving, and before I knew it I was standing next to them.

Warrant grinned at me. “What’s up?” He knew what the fuck he was doing.

I could see it in his shit-eating grin and the look in his eyes. I didn’t bother to say anything to him. My fist flashed out and hit him square in the jaw. Warrant stumbled backward while Keely gasped and backed up a step because I rushed forward.

“No one teach you to keep your hands to yourself?” I snarled in his face.

He was sitting on his ass, still grinning. “Shit, sorry, Lock. Didn’t realize you had a claim on her…”

Everyone was focused on us. The music was still playing in the background, but no one was listening to it.

They were all straining to hear what was being said.

And I knew they all heard that. Fuck. Now I had to make a decision.

If I denied Warrant’s statement, then anyone could hit on Keely, and I’d be the dickhead here for going after Warrant.

But if I claimed her… I glanced up and found Idaho watching me, one eyebrow up, as if challenging me. I straightened up and met Keely’s gaze. She was too damn drunk for this, but there wasn’t exactly anything I could do about that now.

“I do have a claim on her,” I told him, and the crowd. Fuck. They went wild, erupting in cheers. Assholes. Especially my brothers.

“Damn, my bad,” Warrant said, climbing to his feet. He held out his hand. “No hard feelings?” He winked. The bastard knew.

I shook his hand, then turned and gave the crowd—and my brothers—exactly what they wanted. I bent a little and when my shoulder made contact with Keely’s body, I lifted. Straightening with her over my shoulder, I called out. “Have a good time!”

Butcher appeared at Warrant’s side as they all watched me scoop up my old lady. Before I could warn the Berserker, Warrant took a second fist to the face.

“The fuck was that for?” Warrant asked, doubling over.

“For eye fucking Isla.”

“I wasn’t eye fucking her. I was just-”

Shaking my head, I adjusted Keely on my shoulder and left. The whoops and shouts followed me up the stairs as I carried my old lady somewhere that we could have some damn privacy. By the time we got to my apartment and I’d shut the world out, she was tapping on my back.

“I really need you to put me down, Lock.”

Setting her on her feet, I studied her face. “You going to puke?”

“No,” she huffed in an indignant tone, but she had her hand on her stomach. “At least not until you made the world turn upside down.” She stumbled over to the kitchen table and sat down.

I went into the kitchen and got her a glass of water.

She was too out of it for the conversation we needed to have.

I’d just made a public declaration that she belonged to me.

I had no idea if she realized it or not with how drunk she was.

So, I’d put her to bed and we’d talk about it in the morning.

That was the last thing I’d meant to do.

I was still thinking over Idaho’s words from this morning.

I was going to be careful about this thing between her and I.

Dip a damn toe in, see how it went. Then fucking Warrant happened.

I was trying hard to remember why I’d let Toxic bring him around in the first place.

I couldn’t fully blame Warrant though. I hadn’t missed the fact that Toxic had been slapping money into Warrant’s hand as I’d stalked off with my woman. He and Butcher had put Warrant up to this. Fuckers. Should have killed him with alcohol when I had the chance.

Watching Keely slowly sip her water, I couldn’t say I was angry about what had happened. I’d been wanting this for a long time, but shit just kept getting in the way. It wasn’t exactly the ideal time to take Keely on as my old lady, but it was done.

Well, mostly done. She still had to agree, but what I’d done downstairs basically told my brothers that I was taking her as my old lady. Again, the conversation with her was going to need to wait. “Come on,” I said, holding out my hand to her.

She took it without hesitation. “Where we goin’?”

I grinned as she slurred her words a little. “Bed. You’re done for the night.”

She giggled. “I haven’t drank like this in years. I’m not done.”

“You’re done,” I told her.

“You’re bossy,” she replied as I led her into my bedroom. She sat on the foot of the bed and looked around. “Suits you.”

“What does?” I asked, going to my dresser and pulling out a t-shirt.

“The colors. The spread bed.” She frowned. “‘S not right. Spread bed.” She tilted her head. “Bed spread,” she enunciated slowly, then smiled at me.

Jesus she was adorable. I shook my head. “Thanks. Arms up.”

She lifted them, again without hesitation. And that was why we weren’t having this conversation tonight. She was compliant and going along with everything I said.

I pulled off her shirt, trying to ignore the fantastic pair of tits encased in lace as I tugged a clean t-shirt over her head. If she wanted her bra off she was going to have to do that herself. I only had so much self-control.

She turned her head and sniffed the shirt.

“What are you doing?” I asked, amused.

“Smells like you.” She looked up at me with those gorgeous eyes, so open and trusting. “I like the way you smell.”

I chuckled. If she remembered this in the morning she was going to be mortified. But I fucking loved it. “Thanks.” I placed my hands on either side of her on the bed and leaned in. I inhaled against the soft skin just below her ear. “You smell like alcohol.”

“Kit spit it on me.”

My brows shot up at that, but I just rubbed my lips against that satiny spot of skin. “Keely-”

She pulled back and stared into my eyes. “Need to kiss you.”

“What?” I was towering over her, but she didn’t seem to mind. My dick was already hard, but there was no way I could fuck her while she was wasted like this.

“They all said I need to kiss you,” she explained.

“Do you want to kiss me?” I asked.

She nodded and leaned forward until our lips were touching.

How the fuck was I supposed to resist that? I let her take the lead for a few moments, her soft lips brushing over mine were all kinds of torture. Then I sat on the bed and dragged her into my lap. Her knees hit the bed on either side of me as she straddled me.

Raking my hands into her hair, I grabbed her, held her still, and devoured her. She tasted like alcohol and salt. And woman. A unique combination that made me crazed.

She melted into my kiss, moaning softly, rocking her pussy over my hard cock as I speared her tongue with mine.

My fingers tightened in her hair as I freed one of my hands so I could grip the fleshy curve of her ass, pulling her into me, rubbing my cock harder against her core.

We couldn’t go much farther, not with how intoxicated she was, but damn it, I needed to touch her.

To kiss her. To feel her skin against mine.

When we finally pulled away, she looked at me, her eyes heavy lidded and drunk on alcohol and lust.

I placed a soft kiss on her lips and dragged in a calming breath. “Keely…” I warned.

She kissed me again, her tongue brushing against my lips. “What?” she muttered as she tugged on my bottom lip with her teeth.

Fuck. Me. I needed to get this girl another glass of water and make sure she got to bed. If she kept going with this, I wasn’t sure how much I would be able to resist her. I really didn’t want to, but I wasn’t enough of a bastard to take advantage right now.

“Come on, Baby Girl,” I said, grabbing her ass in my hands as I lifted her while I stood. “Time for bed.” Turning, I put her down and unbuttoned her jeans.

She laid back on the bed, watching me with a look that was threatening to crumble the last of my self-control.

I tugged off her shoes, then pulled her jeans down off her hips and down her legs.

She was lying there in nothing but her panties and my t-shirt and even though my cock ached, it satisfied me to see her in my bed.

In my shirt. I had a feeling I was going to look back and realize that this was the point of no return.

Didn’t matter. She was mine. I just had to wait until the morning to do something about it.

Her eyes fluttered closed as the alcohol made her fall asleep. I tucked her into my bed and went into the bathroom to take an ice cold shower.