Off Limits: A Bedlam Butchers MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 2) by Ruby Dixon

the space has been delegated to a back room, and folding chairs set up. There’s a ‘refreshment’ table in the back that has beer, harder shit, and some really, really hard shit if you’re in the mood for illegal substances. I look around to see if there are any Henchmen here, but it’s too crowded to make out familiar faces.
    “You want some refreshments, babe?” Solo asks me.
    I shouldn’t drink, but my throat is dry and I’m anxious as hell. “Beer?”
    “Got it.” He claims a chair in the front, kisses me long and hard in front of everyone, and then grins. “Be right back.”
    I’m left alone for a minute, and a little alarmed, but I’m surrounded by Butchers. Solo wouldn’t have left me if it wasn’t safe, so I’m good. My brother’s nowhere to be seen, but Dom’s sitting in a nearby metal chair with a curvy redhead on his lap. She’s sucking on a lollipop and giving him lascivious looks.
    At the sight of me, she bounds up from Dom’s lap. “Hey! You must be Lucky. I’m Kitty.” She grins at me. “And I suppose I should apologize for the way we met the other day, but your brother’s too serious and I was trying to get a reaction out of him.”
    My mouth curves into a smile. It’s only been a week and Kitty totally has him pegged. I see why they’re keeping her. “Nice to meet you face to face.”
    She grins at me and twirls the pop against her lips, trying to seem casual. She sees my gaze on the lollipop. “I’d offer you a taste but I just blew your brother before we got here, and you probably don’t want secondhand jizz from a relative.” She winks.
    “Well, that’s a visual I could have gone without,” I tell her.
    She shrugs, clearly the happy and shameless type. I still like her. She puts an arm around my waist and several guys catcall, obviously thinking we’re about to make out. But instead, she whispers, “I’m supposed to tell you that the guys are all packing heat tonight in case shit gets bad. You’re covered.”
    I blink. “Wow, thanks.”
    “No sweat,” Kitty tells me, swats my ass, and then prances back over to Dom, who’s only too happy to have her return to his lap.
    Solo appears with two cold beers and I beam at the sight of him. I still can’t get over how good looking he is. I really am lucky that I get all his attention. He sits down and pats his lap, and since we’re on display tonight, I straddle him, reverse cowgirl. It allows me to press my butt right up against his dick. As if this is something we do all the time, he hands me a beer and wraps his other arm around my waist. “Take the top off of mine, too, will ya?” he asks.
    I do, and hand it back to him.
    “Perfect. Thanks, babe.”
    I sip my beer as his hand adjusts at my waist. Then, I realize as he pushes past the laces and the leather holding the waist of my shorts together that he’s not interested in holding my waist. He’s pushing his hand into my tight leather shorts, past my bikini panties, and his fingers slide against my pussy.
    I gasp as he immediately brushes his fingers over my clit. We’re in public. I’m two seats away from Domino, my brother’s partner in crime, and their new old lady.
    “You look like you’re freaking the fuck out,” Solo murmurs against my ear. “And you keep watching the crowd. Someone’s going to think something’s up. So I’m putting your focus back on me, babe.”
    And he strokes my clit. In front of everyone. It should be obvious to the world what he’s doing to me. I’m sprawled on his lap and my clothes are tight and hide nothing. And I can’t help that I’m getting wet as hell knowing that all these men are watching him manhandle me. And maybe that makes me a pervert, but God, it feels good to be a perv.
    “You’re already wet,” he murmurs. “I think you dig this.”
    I try to drink my beer, all casual like, but his fingers are working me over, and my nipples are tight and chafing with arousal. I lean back against him, biting back