“Hello, sweetheart.” He moves in close.

“Hi,” I reply, not affected by his flirting. But he doesn't give up, reaching out and pushing a loose strand of hair from my face.

“Jeez, you’re a pretty little thing, aren’t ya?” he says and I roll my eyes at Kadence. Men like this look good, but I’m not a sucker for it.

“You done?” Sy’s voice comes up behind the modern day Casanova, and I lock eyes with Kadence. Her expression is shocked for a small moment before her eyes widen, waiting for my reaction.

“Sorry, brother. Am I stepping on some toes here?” Jesse pulls back from me to turn and face Sy. What the hell? He fucks me and leaves me, yet now he’s going to give me attitude. I don’t think so.

“No toes,” I say, reaching out and taking Jesse’s arm. I smile sweetly at Sy before he can respond. I have no attraction to Jesse, but if it means pushing Sy into an angry state, then I’m all for it.

“Fuck me,” Sy grumbles, but I pretend not to hear it. I can’t be swayed by his moody ass. Yes, something is happening between us, but he can’t expect me to be okay with the way he keeps treating me.

“Want to show me around?” I ask Jesse as I climb down off the stool and flash my 'fuck you asshole’ look to Sy. His eyes narrow, but I’m not going to be intimidated by him. Jesse nods and we move past them heading out to the backyard. I half expect him to reach out, but then I remember it’s not his style. Clearly, he doesn’t want me, and more importantly, doesn’t want anyone else to have me.

“What was that about?” Jesse asks when we walk out through the back doors.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” I act indifferent, taking in everything around us. Today is my first time in the clubhouse and everything is exactly how I expected.

“I’m not blind, sweetheart, and I’ve never seen Sy act that way. I’m not about to let any lady come between me and my brothers,” he tells me.

I can respect that. “Look, just keep him away from me and I promise you that won’t happen.”

“I can do that.” He nods, walking me over to introduce me to some people in the club. I smile and greet everyone, but my mind is still stuck on Sy and his outburst at the bar. After the way things ended the last time I saw him, I would have never expected that kind of reaction to me.

As the day goes on—with me pretending to ignore Sy, and Sy standing back following my every move—I’m ready to confront him. Excusing myself from the table, I make my way inside to use the bathroom. Knowing he will follow, with the way his eyes haven’t left me all day, I take my time in the bathroom, mentally preparing myself to see him standing on the other side of the door. Opening the door, I’m surprised to find him not there. Frustrated and deflated, I decide to give up this cat-and-mouse game we keep playing and call it a night. Halfway down the hall, I’m grabbed and pulled back against the wall. I let out a scream and Sy’s hand comes to my mouth to silence me.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” His warm breath hits my stunned face. My heart beats heavily, as his formidable frame towers over me. Part of me doesn’t know how to react, his stare alone paralyzes me, but caught in the low light of the hall, my panic turns into something else. Something I felt the last time he had me against the wall.

I start talking, but my words come out muffled by his hand.

“What do you mean, what am I doing here?” I snap when he moves it from my mouth.

“What the fuck are you doing in my club?” he asks again, moving his body closer.

“Your club?” I ask, raising my brow. “Last time I checked, I came here with my best friend, not to see you, so if you’ll excuse me,” I say, trying to push off the wall, but he steps right in, his knee coming between my legs.

“You gonna fuck him?” he growls, his eyes growing angrier by the second.

“Maybe,” I tell him, knowing he’s talking about Jesse. “I wonder if he will leave me standing naked after a quick fuck up against the wall,” I continue. His hold on me gets tighter. I know I shouldn’t tease him with my words, but he’s seriously delusional if he thinks he has any claim over me.

“I knew you were a tease, but I didn’t know you wanted to be a club whore,” he replies, and I try not to let his words sting.

“Are you done?”

“Are you?” he counters.

“You left me standing there. I didn’t fucking do anything. What are you so angry about?”

“You coming into my club, throwing yourself at one of my brothers.”

“Jeez, get over yourself, Sy. Jesse was just showing me around the place. And if I decide I want to have sex with him, or anyone else for that matter, I’ll do what I want. You don’t fucking own me. You had me, fine, but it was mediocre at best, so keep your hands off me,” I snap, trying to get out of his hold.

“Mediocre?” he repeats back to me. I’m so pissed at his attitude I don’t falter in repeating it.

“At best.”

“Didn’t feel like that when your cunt was gripping my cock like a vice,” he throws back, his words causing my pussy to throb.

“That’s called pelvic floor muscle exercises,” I say, ignoring my body’s response to having him so close.

“Right,” he whispers, leaning further into me, “and what about when I dragged my tongue through that sweet pussy of yours, and lapped up your juices dripping from you?” he questions. It takes everything in me not to respond. “Now that I think about it, when you walked into my shop, all pissed off, you were walking like you had been fucked so hard. Did you feel me for days, sweetheart?” he continues, pushing into me further. “I bet your pussy is aching for me now, isn’t it, Holly?” he asks, his lips so dangerously close to my neck.

Fuck me. Two seconds ago I hated the man, and now I’m trying to squeeze my thighs together to stop the ache coming from my lady parts.

“Too bad you won't find out,” I counter, staying strong. I might want him more than anything, but he is still an ass.

“I don’t even need to touch you to find out. It’s written all over your face, Holly.”

“Whatever, Sy. Let me go.”

“You know I’m right. You’re so fucking turned on right now and so frustrated you’re not going to get any relief,” he teases, telling me what I already know.

“There’s always Jesse,” I threaten, trying to get a reaction from him.

“Like fuck,” he spits out, pushing his hard cock against me. “You’re not gonna let that fucker touch you. Do you understand me? None of my brothers will taste your pussy. Do you hear me?” His hand runs up my leg, running along my short denim skirt and finding the outside of my panties. A small gasp leaves my lips at his feather-light touch. “This sweet pussy belongs to me. I fucking had it first. Now, it’s mine.”

“No, it’s not,” I fight back, but my mind is too busy memorizing each lazy stroke of his finger over my lace panties.

“It will be again,” he warns before taking my mouth hard, suppressing me with his tongue. His fingers pull my panties aside, slipping in and dancing over my aching heat.

“Shit,” I breathe against his lips, forgetting where I am for a moment. Forgetting we can’t stand each other.

“You want relief, Holly?” he asks as my hips start to ride the rhythm of his talented fingers.

“Yes, give it to me, Sy,” I plead, feeling myself build with each flick of his finger.

“Say please,” he demands, slipping his thick finger inside of me.

“Please, Sy,” I cry out as he pumps me harder.

“That’s it, girl. Fuck my finger,” he growls. The heat of his voice causes goose bumps to break out on my skin. A wave of impending bliss washes over me, and then my orgasm hits, hard and fast.

“Sy,” I hiss, but don’t get anything else out as his tongue is dancing with mine again, muffling my shouts of ecstasy. His taste reminds me of beer, mint, and all things Sy. He latches onto my tongue, sucking it hard into his mouth, sending pleasure and pain rolling through my body.