Burning Desire (4 page)

“It’s not Jeremy I’m worried about.”
 

“Wait, say what? He’s here?” She stopped making my drink.

“Yes.” I licked my salt covered hand, downed my first shot of tequila quickly followed by a second. I went to reach for the wedge of lime, when a tattooed hand beat me to it. My breath caught in my throat as I followed the arm up to his face. I licked my lips as his light green eyes made my core ache. Without saying a word, he held up the lime to my mouth. I held onto his hand as I reached forward and wrapped my lips around the lime, taking his fingertips with it. I kept eye contact with him, watching his reaction to my tongue on his fingers. His tongue darted out and he bit his bottom lip. God, those full lips---if I could just. No, Roxy. He left you high and dry in a hallway, never to be heard from again. Don’t you dare fall for him…again.

I pulled back, leaving the lime in his hand. He threw it in the empty shot glass and went to lick those same fingers. I stopped him, and took his fingers in my mouth. Licking and nibbling them, as his eyes grew dark and he took a big step into me. Our bodies aligned and my self-control was lost. I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, curling my fingers in his now longer hair that fell to just below his ears. He had hair like Uncle Jesse from Full House. Have Mercy! I pulled his face down to mine and his lips crashed onto mine. Chase’s hand immediately found my ass and the other slid up the middle of my back and slid around to the side of my neck.
 

I welcomed his presence, and he could sense it. He kissed me like it was the air he needed to breath and he had been deprived of oxygen for years. I nibbled and sucked on his bottom lip, as he had done to me 4 years ago. I could tell it drove him crazy, feeling him grow hard against my torso.
 

I slowly pulled away and leaned into his ear. I licked his lobe and he tilted his head into mine so I could have further access to his neck.
 

“How was that, Chase?” I whispered huskily into his ear.

“Fucking hot.” He squeezed my ass with both hands.

“Good, because it’ll never happen again.” I pulled out of his grasp and walked to the back hallway of the bar, which led to the changing rooms, break room, locker room and Jeremy’s office.
 

I went into the ladies’ room and braced myself on one of the sink’s counters, and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair looked like I had just been thoroughly fucked ten ways to Sunday, my lips swollen and pink, my skin sensitive from his stubble. I touched my lips and giggled. The bathroom door flung open, making me jump.
 

“Holy hell! You two are fucking hot, I need to get some tonight after your mini porno!” Nicole yelled as she ran over to me and threw her arms around me. “You should have seen his face when you left him standing there.”

“Oh my God, did I really do that? What about Jake?” We had started to see each other right before I graduated. Daddy of course not only approved, but also encouraged it-since he was Condemned Angel’s Treasurer. “If Jake finds out…”

“He won’t. Just act like it never happened. Plus, Chase is VP of Hell’s Rebels now, he is so busy, this was the first time he was able to come in here-and we’ve been open for what, a year now? Plus, it’s not like Jake made you his Old Lady yet.”

“Ugh, don’t even go there. I have been trying to fill this void that I have from Chase, and Jake isn’t doing it. Let’s just leave it at that. Plus, I don’t think Chase would have let me kiss him like that if he knew I was with Jake. You saw how that played out four years ago.”
 

“Oh, I hope this becomes a hot and steamy love triangle.” Nicole rubbed her hands together then turned to the mirror so she could reapply her lip-gloss and adjust her cleavage. “Catch you back out there.”

“Okay, I just have to check my phone quick, and I’ll be up,” I told her, heading out of the bathroom and into the locker room. I checked my phone to see if I had any texts from Jake. One.
 

We need to talk. I’ll be there to pick you up.

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” I said under my breath, stuffing my phone back into my purse, and locking my locker back up.
 

“I’d say.” Chase’s large frame filled the doorway. I jumped and held my chest.
 

“Jesus Christ, Chase. You trying to give me a heart attack?” His eyes moved down to where my hand was grasping at my chest and I quickly dropped my hand.
 

“Wouldn’t it only be fair, since you just used my own line on me?” he pointed his thumb to the door. His eyes drifted further down my body, stopping at my exposed midriff. “When did you get that?” he raised his eyebrow at me, eyeing my ink.

“There are lots of things you’ve missed since you’ve been M.I.A. for the past 4 years.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Oh yeah, Rox? I like where your college degree has gotten you. Up on a hula-hoop giving a strip tease to everyone and their mom. The only things that will help you out are if you replace your trapeze with a pole and lose all the clothes,” Chase spat out.

I felt my blood pressure rise. I didn’t even think twice, my hand reached up and slapped him hard across the face, my palm stinging.

Chase’s jaw clenched as he licked the corner of his mouth and looked down at me.
 

“You don’t know shit, Chase,” I shoved him hard enough that he stumbled a step backward, “How fucking dare you talk to me like that.” I went to push at him again but he grabbed my wrists and pulled me to his chest. I struggled against him, but it was no use. Goddamn it.

CHAPTER 6

~ Chase ~
 

I looked down into her chocolate colored eyes, her cheeks flushed with frustration, and hair wild. She looks beautiful. What I wouldn’t give to see that hair splayed out on my pillow. I shook my head to rid me of the thought, as I saw her lips part open.
 

“I don’t have to explain what I do out there. It’s a performance,” Roxy stated, as she looked me in the eye. Fuck yeah, it was a performance.

“Yeah, well is that how you want to portray yourself?”
 

“Fuck you, Chase,” I heard her bite out. I was clenching my jaw so hard, my teeth ached.

“Actually, not fuck me- you’re forgetting something- or someone I should say.”

“Jake,” she simply stated. I hated that fucker. Hated him the moment he laid eyes on her.
 

“And how do you know? You’re little blow-up doll side-kicks tell you that?” Oh, someone is jealous…

“Jeremy told me after he saw us at the bar. Rox, I’m already in over my head with your Dad. Now you’re shacking up with a Condemned Angels member while shoving your tongue down a VP’s throat from another club? How do you think that fucking looks for me?” I was pissed. I was putting it all on the line with her tonight. She does that to me- not give a flying fuck about anything or anyone but her.

“Okay, like I’m a whore, and putting the moves on myself here.” She defended herself, that little spitfire of mine. Mine- that has a nice ring to it.

“I’m just saying, Rox, if you like me breathing- we gotta cut this shit out. How serious is it with Jake?”

“Serious enough. I’m not his Old Lady or anything…” she trailed off, avoiding eye contact.

I blew out a breath and felt like all the work I did to stay away from her went down the shitter in the last 30 minutes. “You know I can’t talk club business with you, but this night club is the first project that we are doing together- combining Hell’s Rebels and Condemned Angels. A patch over. The last thing the clubs need is mixing in this type of way- especially you and I. This can never happen, Rox. Your Dad made that very clear.”
 

“Tell me something I don’t already know. My father nearly shoved the whole “Capulets and Montagues” speech down my throat that day. That’s what he told you isn’t it, to stay away from me?” She was pacing the room.

“More or less.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She halted and raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow at me.

“Nothing. Look I don’t know how often we will see each other with the clubs doing events together. For real, this shit isn’t happening again. I have an MC to run.”

“Right, your MC. I hope the MC cares about you, loves you, and keeps your bed warm at night.” She crossed her arms.

“Actually yes- it does all three.” I laughed, which only seemed to piss her off even more.

“You mother fu…” she started to yell. Our conversation was cut off with Nicole poking her head into the locker room with her hand over her eyes.
 

“I’m not peeking, I swear, I just wanted to let you know that Jake just showed up- he hasn’t noticed you’re not out there yet, finish the fuck up and get your ass out here.” She left just as quickly as she came.
 

“Well, you better get out there, don’t want to keep your Old Man waiting,” I told her as she straightened her black sequin top, showing me plenty of cleavage. This girl is going to be the death of me.
 

“He’s not my…” she stopped herself. “You know what, go ahead and think that. He’d probably be a better Old Man than you anyways.”
 

~ Roxy ~
 

I slid under the counter. The bar was built out of acrylic with neon LED lights that went to the beat of music. Nicole was busy pouring shots, so I helped her out by taking orders. I ran my hand through my long locks and turned to take the next order at the bar. There stood Jake. My smile faltered slightly and he noticed.

“Hey baby. I thought you weren’t going to be here till later. You want a beer?” I talked to him sweetly. Hoping I didn’t have Chase written all over me.
 

“I wanted to see my girl.” He put the emphasis on his words.

“Oh yeah? You missed my show.” I smiled at him and took the cap off his beer and set it down in front of him. His hand immediately grabbed onto my wrist, and he pulled me forward.

I kept my other hand between my torso and the edge of the bar. Please don’t smell Chase on me…

“Which show are you referring to?” his eyes darkened and his focus dropped to my mouth, like he could see the kisses Chase left on my lips.

I licked my full bottom lip. “Oh come on, Jake…” I tried to brush him off. If he knew about Chase and I, it wouldn’t be good for the club, or Chase.
 

“Roxy. I don’t want to have to remind you that when you’re with me, you’re mine. My property. And if you ever pull some shit like that again, I’m going to put you in your fucking place. Daddy dearest will be happy to take care of him.” Jake’s jaw clenched.
 

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Jake, you know I’m already yours.” I tried to pull my hand back, but his grip tightened on me. Pulling me even further over the bar.

“Soon enough you’ll be wearing a cut with my property patch, and be my Old Lady.” He cupped my face and dragged his rough thumb over my bottom lip- and leaned over his half of the bar and claimed my mouth. I couldn’t lead Jake to believe Chase and I were doing anything. Jake and I used to be so good- hot and heavy in the beginning. Then he slowly became this possessive caveman. Staking claim on me- he might as well lift his fucking leg and piss on me. I suppose I was using Jake to fill the void that I had from Chase. But Chase he was not. I’ll just have to put up and shut up until I find a way out of Jake.
 

I reached over the bar with my free hand and grabbed the nape of his neck. His curls tangled in my fingers and I deepened our kiss. I felt him growl into my mouth.
 

“Take me home, baby. Let me show you that I’m yours, no one else’s,” I said into his ear and licked his earlobe.
 

“You got that fucking right. Get your shit- let’s go.” He released his grip; my lips were swollen from our rough kiss. I walked back to the locker room, grabbed my leather jacket, and swapped my heels for boots. I swiped on a coat of nude colored lip-gloss, and fluffed my hair. I headed out the back exit catching a pair of green eyes. Chase. He looked like he was ready to kill a thousand men. His fists clenched at his side. I gave him a half smile walked out the door and right to Jake- who was standing next to his bike. I threw my arms around his neck, and his hands grabbed my ass. I kissed him, and looked up into his eyes. Wishing they weren’t brown eyes I was looking into. We got on his bike and Jake took me to his place.

~ Chase ~

As the back door closed- I caught a glimpse of Roxy throwing her arms around Jake and his hands grabbing what’s mine. Motherfucker! I shouldn’t have stayed after I approached Roxy in the locker room. Watching her with that son of a bitch. I could taste the blood in my mouth as I chewed the inside of my cheek. As soon as he grabbed her small wrist- I could see the discomfort in her eyes. Then she kisses him- just how she was kissing me earlier. What the fuck?
 

I punched the wall, and stormed to the VIP lounge to say bye to Jeremy. Nicole quickly stepped in my way. Her small hand hovered over my chest.