His eyes softened, no doubt thinking I was being sweet, but I was just stating facts. I wouldn’t hide how damn happy Lucas made me, and I’d take his mouth anytime I wanted.
“Okay,” he said softly.
“Christ. We should get outta the car before I decide to fuck you in it.”
He laughed. “Might be best. Not enough room in here really.”
I snorted. “I’d make room.” We got out and met at the front of the car. I took his hand and led us to the double doors. Already the music was loud, and the voices louder to make up for it.
Lucas tried to pry his hand out of mine at the doors, but he stopped when I looked down at him, and his eyes landed on the tick in my jaw from annoyance. We had to be us in front of the brothers. I wouldn’t have it any other way. It wasn’t like I’d screw Lucas in front of anyone. No one got to see him naked. Shit, we were just holding hands. The sooner they dealt with their own issues, the better.
I opened the door and stepped through, bringing Lucas with me. People eyed us, a lot of the brothers greeted us, and a few looked away. So far it was good. I steered us around tables, people, and stopped at the bar.
Lucas stepped up beside me and rested his elbows on the bar. He glanced around nervously, until someone called his name. His gaze swung to Kylo on the other side of the bar, and he grinned. “Kylo. It feels like it’s been ages.”
“It has, but shit happens and time flies.” He winked. I growled under my breath. He shot me a look and laughed. “Relax, brother. We all know he’s yours after claimin’ him in front of everyone in church.”
Lucas’s gaze spun to me, and I rolled my eyes. “He’s exaggerating.”
“Sure he is,” Lucas mumbled. He looked back to Kylo. “Since I have you here and you can’t brush me off, are you going to explain why my brother said you were thinking of applying to the Polished P and P?”
Kylo laughed. “It was just a runnin’ thought he overheard me sayin’ to someone. I doubt I’d ever do it.” He glanced around. “Now, what can I get you two?”
“Rum and Coke, and Lucas’ll have a vodka and soda.”
“Got it.” He grinned.
When he was out of earshot, Lucas turned to me and asked, “Do you believe that?”
I didn’t. He wouldn’t meet Lucas’s gaze, but for a fact, I knew he hadn’t actually applied as yet.
“Not really.”
He hummed under his breath. “Yeah, me neither.”
Leaning in, I placed my hand on his shoulder and applied a little pressure. “Might just have to wait and see. He’ll probably come to you when he’s made up his mind.” If he didn’t, I’d squish him like a bug for upsetting Lucas.
Lucas smiled up at me. “Thanks, Wade.” His eyes widened. “Should I call you that here, or should I use Wreck? Oh, heck, I didn’t even think to ask beforehand.”
Chuckling, I shifted my hand to his waist and told him, “Relax. You can call me Wade whenever and wherever.”
He nodded. “Okay. All right, that’s good.”
Fuck me, he was damn cute.
All I could think was how lucky I was that Lucas had moved in with Saint. It was likely I wouldn’t have met him and fallen for the guy. Dipping down, I kissed his neck.
“Jesus, are we gonna have to put up with this shit all the time? My gut won’t take it,” Duck, who stood down the bar a bit, commented.
Lucas’s hand fell over mine and gripped as anger filled me.
“Fuck off, Duck,” I snarled. Who the fuck did he think he was? He was still fucking fresh at being a full member. He had no damn right speaking to me like that, and he’d soon find out.
“How about you keep that crap to your room, Wreck?”
“Why are you looking anyway if it makes you sick?” Lucas asked, surprising me. Then his cheeks heated, and I knew he probably hadn’t meant to voice his question.
“What the fuck you sayin’, fag boy?” Duck clipped as he straightened. Some other brothers told him to shut up, one even tried to grab his shoulder, but Duck shook him off. “I didn’t join this club to see gay shit. No brother should be like that and then show it in front of others.”
My hands fisted. “Mind your words, Duck,” I told him in a clipped tone.
“Or what, Wreck?”
I moved. My feet ate up the floor in seconds and I got in his face and growled, “Or I’ll make you shut the fuck up.”
“Bullshit, you’re all talk,” he bit out and then shoved me back enough to punch me in the face. I allowed it so I could retaliate and fucking end him. However, before I could do anything, Lucas, my Lucas, moved, and he planted his fist into Duck’s gut. Then in the next second, with a swift move, he was on Duck’s back with his fingers dug into Duck’s neck, behind his ears.
Duck yelled in pain and dropped to his knees. What in the fuck was Lucas doing?
“You don’t touch him,” Lucas shouted.
Duck gurgled and swung his arms around, but Lucas didn’t let go.
“You never touch him or say stuff to anyone who’s gay, you effing prick.”
Duck’s face was screwed up, and he nodded but yelled when whatever Lucas was doing hurt him.
“Just remember, I’m a dang doctor, and I know ways to hurt someone.” With that threat, he pushed off Duck and stood, straightening his clothes.
Holy fucking shit. I’d stood dumbfounded with a chub while Lucas took on a brother.
Clapping started around us as Saint, Country, and Tech stepped forward.
Saint laughed. “Bro, it would have been more badass
