I Dare You To Meet Me
Chapter 22

-What are you doing here, Hunter? I ask trying not to shake my voice.

He looks at me annoyed, now what the f**k did I do to earn that look, or maybe it’s just his usual mean face.

-I came to talk to you but apparently you’re very busy, so I’ll come back later.

He says and turns around, but he doesn’t leave without giving another one of his death stares to the green-haired guy who is moving uncomfortably next to me.

-Wait,” I say and he stops but doesn’t turn around, “I’m going out and I don’t know what time I’ll be back. While I’m gone can you help me find someone to fix my lock please?

Hunter looks over his shoulder at me dismissively.

-And why would I do that, little princess? He says sharply and now I’m the one who’s getting annoyed with his shitty attitude.

-Considering that it was you who broke it, I think it’s only fair that you help me. Can you help me or should I ask someone else? My tone sounded irritated and the biker just rolled his eyes.

-I’ll take care of it. And before I can thank him he disappears from my sight, going to who knows where.

-Strange… I mutter but don’t say anything, I give a look to the guy next to me and his face has a greenish tinge like his hair.

-I was sure the guy would beat me to death at any moment, didn’t you say you didn’t belong to any member? He says in a high-pitched voice.

I frown a little before answering.

-Hunter wouldn’t have hit you, and if he tried I wouldn’t let him. And no, I don’t wear anyone’s patch and I’m not a DV, I’m one hundred percent free-. I assure but he gives me a look that exudes sarcasm.

-I don’t know what men are like in Russia, but that particular biker looked at you like an angry caveman who just found his female with another male.

-How stupid Darren, Hunter is not interested in me, maybe I just give him curiosity to f**k once to see what it feels like, but that’s it, plus that’s definitely not going to happen between us-. I say and try to sound convinced. The red-eyed man shakes his head.

-I’m telling you Tasha, that crow sees you as if you were his, and no guy who just wants to f**k a girl is that bothered to find her with someone else.

-You say that like he’s seen us kissing or with our clothes off. I tell him already exasperated by the subject.

-I mean what…”.

But I couldn’t know what he meant, because America chose that moment to leave the bathroom after an eternity.

Both of us came to the little blonde who became like a tomato under our inspection. The truth was that she looked beautiful. Her hair was loose in nice natural waves that fell to a few inches below her shoulders. The skirt made her a*s look spectacular, and the heels gave her the height she needed. She was still smaller than me, but I had no doubt that some hearts would be broken that night.

-Did I miss something? She asked nervously, but Darren and I shook our heads in a silent truce.

Not to scare the girl away with stories of menacing bikers who wanted to appear to beat up her best friend.

-Nothing blondie, we were just complaining about you taking too long in the bathroom. We’re almost getting gray hair waiting for you out here. The red-haired man says amused and America gets redder.

-I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure how to arrange the clothes and I was a little afraid to go out.

She says sincerely and I give her a smile to encourage her.

-You look beautiful girl, Darren and I will have to be careful that no idiot gets too close to you tonight. But come on, it’s getting late and I want to get something to eat before we go to the place.

I tell them and they both nod. The three of us head for the door and leave my room.

We walk back to the van and I’m surprised at how naturally I move around the clubhouse, vague memories of having done these tours before come to mind. Maybe I had walked this place before when we were still living here. I don’t know.

As we cross the bar I can see how Hunter is at the bar with a big-boobed redhead sitting on his lap. Bruno, my brother is next to her, along with the twins. They are all drinking some kind of alcohol which was probably Whiskey because of its color.

When the blond guy sees me, he stands up from his seat and walks over to me. He scans me and grimaces. Then he looks at my friends and clicks his tongue dismissively.

-Dressed like that anyone could tell you’re a sweet a*s. He says but I don’t take offense, I really didn’t care about his opinion.

-Thank you for your sweet words, I really chose my outfit knowing you would love it,” I say as sarcastically as I can.

The guy growls but now he sees my friend getting nervous under his green eyes.

-Where do you go dressed like that?

-To a club.” “You don’t care. I give her a dirty look but she doesn’t pay attention to me, she keeps looking at my useless stepbrother with rapt attention.

Come on, little blonde, don’t even think about it, her children would come out very oxygenated by the excess of blond hair and the lack of neurons of the father.

-A club? What club? Why don’t you stay here in the bar?

-One Shot – No thanks. We answer again in unison and now if I nudge her to look at me, she rubs herself where I hit her.

-Well, I’d love to continue with this productive conversation but we’re leaving, try not to miss me too much little brother, see you!

And without waiting for an answer I pull the blonde and the red-haired man by the arm to the exit.

A look burned my back every second, I knew who it belonged to, but I wasn’t going to turn around to check. He was busy with his redhead so let him leave me alone.

Careful Tasha, that smells like jealousy to me.

We finally left the bar and walked to the van in silence. Each of us reflecting on what we had experienced.

Darren got in as the driver and I didn’t insist on driving because I had no idea where we were going. I got in as co-driver and America as passenger in the back.

-What do you want to eat? Darren asked as he started the engine.

-Tacos. America answered and I shrugged my shoulders.

-I’ve never eaten them, but that’s fine with me. They both looked at me as if I had said I had wings and Darren shook his head as he started moving the Jeep.

-Tacos for Miss Russian in that case.

I smiled amused as I looked out the window. As we pulled away from the clubhouse I swear I saw a very familiar looking shadow watching me from the driveway.

(…)

After a fun dinner where Darren and America were laughing about how I tried tacos for the first time. And how I threatened the blonde about being very careful with men. We finally arrived at the club when the sun was already hidden in the sky.

It was a simple place, a white building full of graffiti, a door custodied by a bouncer, and a long line of people to enter. I was regretting coming because I didn’t feel like spending hours waiting, the blonde approached the guard with a smile on her face and said something that let us pass immediately.

Darren and I shared a look of astonishment that the smallest of us was the one with the contacts to get us in. But neither of us complained.

Inside, the atmosphere was the usual club scene. A bar full of people trying to get a drink, a dance floor where people were writhing around, a few tables away from each other where they enjoyed a little more privacy, and a few dark corners where couples took advantage of each other to do improper things.

My friends and I approached the bar and caught the attention of a bartender as best we could.

-What can I get you?

-I’ll have a Long Island Iced Tea,” I yell to be heard over the music, Darren orders a beer and true to his word America orders a cherry soda.

In the blink of an eye we have our drinks in our hands. The three of us toast and take a long drink.

-What is that? The blonde asks me curiously.

-Your father owns a bar and you don’t know what a Long Island is? I say amused and watch her pout as she denies.

-I’ve never really paid much attention to drinks, that’s Darren’s job. We both turn to look at him, he gives us a smile while he keeps drinking his beer.

-In that case, let him explain it to you, I’m sure he’s much better at it than I am. I comment with a clear challenge in my tone. The red-haired man gives me an arched eyebrow and licks his lips before answering.

-It’s a somewhat complicated drink because you have to know how to mix everything well without overdoing any ingredient or you’ll ruin the balance. It has rum, vodka, tequila, gin, triple sec, lemon and soda. It’s a bomb and people don’t usually drink more than two if they’re careful. He tells me that as a hint to which I smile innocently.

-I wish my friends had told me that the first time I tried it. I comment remembering how Caleb and Boris had taken advantage of the fact that Reykon was flirting with a girl to get me drunk the first night we went out without Nikolai.

-How did that night out end? Darren asked and I laughed as I shook my head and took another sip of my drink.

-I ended up drinking almost four of these things in an hour. You can imagine that I barely remember what happened that night. And believe me you don’t want to know the details of what I do remember.

They both grimace and deny. It hadn’t really been that bad, I had lost my virginity that night. And I know girls usually make a big deal about who would be first, but for me it wasn’t like that. The guy I slept with for the first time was cute, treated me well, and didn’t give me any diseases or get me pregnant. And that was more than enough. Other than that he gave an incredible o****m. I never heard from him or him from me again and I never regretted doing it.

-Well, we didn’t come all this way to chat, let’s go to the dance floor, the night is just beginning! America exclaims and pulls Darren to dance with her.

-You guys go, I’m not going to get my drink on the dance floor, it’s too dangerous. I’ll catch up with you in a minute. I wink at them and they both disappear into the moving bodies.

A pretty catchy electronic song, perfect for jumping and sweating a little, is playing at full volume. I continue to sip my drink leaning against the bar, taking it easy. I don’t want to end up drunk as I wanted to save myself the lecture I would most likely get if I arrived at the club in that condition.

-Hi, beautiful. A voice sounds to my right and I turn my face.

A guy in his late thirties with tousled brown hair and amber eyes looks at me with a smile. He has an oval jaw and a face with strong features. You could tell he works his body even though he didn’t have the muscles I was used to seeing since I met the Black Ravens. He was taller by only a few inches and was dressed in a green t-shirt and black pants.

-Hi,” I answered him because he didn’t give me the appearance of being as much of a jerk as others.

-What’s a beauty like you doing all alone in a place like this? He asked in a hoarse voice and I took another sip of my drink as I watched his thin lips.

-I came with friends, but I told them to go ahead to the dance floor while I finished my drink.

I answered while smiling half-sideways. I needed s*x and I was determined to get it. My hormones were going crazy and I didn’t want to take any chances with so many hot bikers around.

-I see, in that case maybe you’d like some company while you finish. He says and moves a little closer. I take another sip from my glass.

-It depends on how good the company is. I say confidently and the man smiles at me.

-Oh, believe me it’s very good. He assures me confidently and smiles at me with all his teeth.

-In that case, I don’t think I can resist. I bat my eyelashes with feigned innocence and the man chuckles.

-Do you want to dance? He finally asks and I take a last sip before putting the crystal glass on the bar.

-Only if you can keep up with me.

I say and walk away before he answers. As best I can I get to the center of the dance floor and start to bleat. I move my h**s from left to right and up and down. My hands reach up and play with my hair as I wiggle.

One hand holds my waist and sticks my back to one breast. I tilt my neck and keep moving to the beat of the song. The male body synchronized with mine. My eyes catch a glimpse of the stranger at the bar before I close my eyes and let go.

We jump, gyrate, and move as one, brushing against each other at every turn making my breasts heavier and heavier and my center feel wet.

Finally after a couple of songs we were facing each other. Our legs intertwined with each other, my hands wrap around his neck as I play with his hair and his hands run up and down my bare back giving me shivers and making me sigh. At one point we both lift our faces at the same time and our lips brush against each other.

It takes no time at all before our mouths meet and we begin a slow but wild k**s. My hands pull him closer and his clasp mine, crushing my bust with his torso. We’re just a writhing of limbs in the middle of the dance floor and after a long while of kissing we both pull apart to get some air.

With my back to the guy I catch a glimpse of America beckoning me closer, and as much as I hate to leave what I started in the middle maybe it’s something important.

-I’m thirsty, I won’t be long. I say in his lips and I separate leaving him in the middle of the dance floor and approaching the little blonde.

-What’s wrong? I ask once I have her in front of me.

-Well, Darren and I were looking for you, sure that you would be alone, but we were masterfully wrong. She says with a mocking tone and I smile flirtatiously.

-I tell you, I’m irresistible. I strike a cocky pose and we both laugh. America suddenly becomes serious.

-Sorry to interrupt but I thought you wanted to know that I thought I saw some men in your father’s club vest around here.

She says and I immediately tense up. Crows here, hell no, this is my night off.

-Are you sure?” I ask now slightly irritated. She shakes her head.

-Not really, it was just for a second when I was dancing with Darren, but I wanted to tell you anyway.

I nod gratefully.

-Speaking of the red-haired guy, where did he go, shouldn’t he be with you?

-He went to the bathroom, don’t worry he should be back any minute, you’d better go and continue with your business and tomorrow you’ll tell me how that Adonis k****s. He says with a suggestive tone and I smile at him.

-Thank you, I will. I say winking at her.

I walk away a little bit but I don’t lose sight of her until I see Darren coming back with her.

A little calmer about it but defensive about the possibility of seeing bikers here I look for the guy I was dancing with. But I don’t see him anywhere. I shrug my shoulders.

It’s not like I’m the only guy on the planet.

My body starts moving again and I feel too comfortable in the middle of people. It had been years since I’d stopped being a shameful person, taking my grief out on championship binges where the guys were the only ones who made sure I was still alive the next day. Ah, I had so many stories to tell about those days.

I wiggled my butt in a rather sassy move and bit my l*p. The cocktail kicking in. F**k this one had been a great idea after all.

The chorus of the song was playing when hands grabbed me from behind again and pulled me tight against him right away. I assumed it would be the same guy so I kept dancing without looking back. Mistake number one of the night.

The guy’s head came up to my neck and I leaned in to give him more access. His lips left k****s on my shoulder and down my throat that made me m**n and my nipples harden. Mistake number two of the night.

The hands that embraced me increased their grip and his beard tickled my, now, sensitive skin. And it took me a second to process that the guy at the bar didn’t have a beard.

I snapped my eyes open and my head spun running into none other than Hunter, who was staring at me with totally darkened hungry eyes as he gasped for breath.

I wanted to break away immediately but he wouldn’t let me, his hands gripping my h**s guiding my movements to keep dancing.

-Shhhh, quiet Russian doll, keep dancing I promise I won’t bite.

Third mistake of the night. I was excited and dazed enough to think clearly, so I listened to him and kept moving little by little.

At a certain part of the song his hands turned me around and now I had his face in front of mine. His hands went down to my a*s and pressed me against his body without any modesty. I inhaled sharply and his masculine perfume made me drunker than my drink.

He started massaging my a*s making me m**n low, my hands went to his chest with the intention of pushing him away but Hunter surprised me by lowering his roster and giving me k****s on my cheek, cheekbone and jaw. My treacherous hands ended up pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.

-Let go Tasha. He said with a hoarse grunt as his pelvis met mine and made me aware of his prominent e******n.

For God’s sake react Tasha, it’s Hunter, your father’s trusted biker, get out of here before it’s too late!

The voice in my head called common sense hit me like a hammer and this time when I tried to pull away from Hunter I succeeded.

We were both breathing heavily as if we had just run a marathon. My throat swallowed saliva feeling suddenly dry, Hunter’s lips were between open and his tongue ran across them moistening them. F**k I wanted to k**s him.

NO, cool head Tasha, cool head!

-What are you doing here Hunter? I said for the second time that day as I tried to recover.

-I think you know the answer to that question Tasha. He answered me with his voice hoarse with excitement and I had to clench my thighs together because of the way he said my name.

COLD HEAD.

-You shouldn’t be here- I try to claim but my voice doesn’t come out with the conviction I’d like.

Hunter smiles wolfishly at me as he approaches me again. His arms imprison me before I can react and his mouth tickles my ear as he comes closer to whisper to me.

-Do you really want me to leave? He asks and his teeth tug on my lobe, I close my eyes instinctively and my hands ball into fists.

-Ahammm.

I say as best I can and about to send everything overboard.

-I don’t hear you very convinced princess. He speaks to me again, leaving a trail of k****s from my ear to my collarbone.

Head cold, head cold, head cold, head cold…. He just f*****g bit my neck!

A growl leaves my throat and I pull his head away from my body to make my fourth mistake of the night and pull him to my lips. This k**s is different from the guy earlier. Hunter is all lips and teeth, we k**s as if our lives were on them, our tongues in a constant war with each other. My hands pull his hair hard and his hands knead my a*s like it’s molding clay.

Hunter tastes like Whiskey and freshness, he brushed his teeth recently. And the fucker was the best kisser I’d come across in my twenty-one years of life. His lips tugged my lower l*p hard and a faint taste of metal let me know he had reopened the busted l*p I still had from the bar fight a few days ago. Eager to see who was in charge I stick my tongue in his mouth and reclaim control of the k**s.

The biker grunts and follows my lead. From one moment to the next I feel him pull us off the dance floor without stopping kissing. I don’t know exactly where we are going as I am too busy letting myself be carried away by this man’s aphrodisiac lips that seem to want to explore every inch of my available skin.

From one second to the next my back hits a wall, and Hunter’s hands grab my thighs and I jump up, wrapping my legs around his torso, bringing our centers closer together. We both m**n loudly before kissing again.

We are all tongues, teeth, tugs and limbs. Not caring who can see us and that we were still in a public place.

Damn with the biker.

-Hell? A distinctly female voice pulls us out of our cloud and makes reality hit me like a frying pan in the face.

A girl is a few steps away from us. She is wearing a black dress that is close-fitting and leaves nothing to the imagination with its cleavage. Too short and infinite stiletto heels. She has a wasp waist and passable h**s. But what makes me react is her big bust and her unruly red hair.

That was the girl who was at the club with Hunter!

-What are you doing here with her, you promised to have a drink with me and left me alone?

The words make the warmth in my body suddenly go down and instead an icy calmness runs through me.

-Tasha… Hunter starts to say but I interrupt him.

-Put me down Hunter. I say and I don’t think I’ve ever been so curt with anyone before.

-I can explain. He says and I look at him with a cold look.

-I’m not interested in anything you can tell me so put me down before I make you do it. I think my deadpan tone makes him react enough to leave me on my feet again.

When I stand up for myself again I push the biker with all my weight and push him out of my way.

-Don’t come near me again with those intentions Hunter, if I want a night of s*x it will be with someone else but I won’t make that mistake again.

I say with an icy tone and I leave the place passing very close to the redhead, I hear how Hunter curses and growls behind me but I don’t turn around.

-You can’t be with anyone else like that Russian, I’m warning you. He threatens me and now I turn to look at him. He’s drilling me with his onyx eyes full of fire, and what would have made me tremble at any other time now makes me furious when I see how the girl sticks to him trying to get his attention.

-I say, “Mind your own business and I’ll mind mine Hell.

I highlight her road name and now I really disappear from the corner where we were tangled up.

-Damn it, Jenna!

I hear him yell before I get lost in the crowd on my way back. It doesn’t take me long to find the bar again. Darren is having another beer by himself, I look around for America, surprised he’s not around.

-What about the blonde? I ask him when he gets to her side. The red-haired man gives me a sly smile as he takes a sip of his drink.

-He left me to dance with your brother almost at the same time you were dancing with the other biker. You know, the one who seemed to want to kill me this afternoon? His tone brings a little heat to my cheeks but I clear my throat and concentrate on what’s important.

-You shouldn’t have left her with him, I don’t know Bruno’s intentions and I wouldn’t want to go to jail for having to kill him. I say amused but seriously, what the hell was that idiot up to?

-Don’t worry, your brother is a crow and he’s wearing his vest. We are in a public place, whatever happens there will be many witnesses to point him out and no MC wants to have problems with the police right now.

He says calmly and arouses my curiosity with that comment.

-What do you mean by that?

I ask him and his cell phone chooses that moment to ring. Darren gives me a glance before looking at the screen, the red-eyed man snorts and rolls his eyes. Then he shows me so I can see it too. It’s a text message from America.

Bruno offered to drop me home so I went with him, I know I shouldn’t go with strangers but he’s not one (theoretically), I’ll text you when I’m safe and sound. Say goodbye to Tasha,

-It looks like it will be just you and me against the Russian world.

He says and I grimace.

-Actually, I wanted to know if you wanted to leave, the atmosphere is not the same and I’m kind of tired.

The dark-haired man looks at me curiously while he finishes his beer.

-Is everything all right? He asks me and I shrug my shoulders.

-I guess, I just want to be able to sleep.

-Well in that case let’s go. He takes some bills out of his wallet and pays, rejecting my offer to split the expenses.

We both walk out of the club and approach the Jeep parked a few blocks away. As we pass through the alley leading to the back of the place we can see two people having a heated discussion.

It doesn’t take me long to recognize them as Hunter and the redhead. He looks quite annoyed as he articulates, waving his arms frantically while she just adjusts her hair and shifts her weight from one leg to the other.

When Hunter seems to calm down a bit the girl comes up to him wiggling her h**s and unabashedly sticks as she leaves a k**s on his chest.

My head turns in the opposite direction refusing to see what comes next.

-What wasn’t that…?

-Not a word. I cut Darren off and he obediently shuts his mouth.

We arrive at the van in silence and we both get in, him back behind the wheel.

My head feels heavy as do my eyelids, and call me what you will, but the image of the biker with the redhead still burning in my memory made the words come out of my mouth with extreme ease.

-Darren, can I ask you another favor? At this rate I would end up owing this guy my life.

-Sure, tell me what’s up. He said calmly as he started my truck.

-Can I sleep with you tonight?

The poor guy started choking on his saliva as he looked at me in awe.

I just smiled innocently.

What, a girl does what a girl has to do?