Owned by the Outlaw by Jenika Snow

that alone had his cock punching
forward and digging into his fly. He tossed the shot back, felt the burn of the
alcohol run down his throat and waited a minute before taking a swig of his
beer. He didn’t need the beer as a chaser, but it would give him that extra
jumpstart in getting drunk and, he hoped, wash away this need for her.
    Just because the Grizzly MC members had old ladies
did not mean Stinger needed one, especially a female that had a background with
another club, and had a kid with one of the members. For one thing he had
sensed the possessive need inside of Malice, and knew that the other man wanted
Molly. He didn’t know how deep Malice’s proprietary desire to keep Molly ran,
but in the end it didn’t matter, because it was still there.
    He drank the rest of his beer in two swallows and
slammed his bottle down hard enough that his shot glass tipped on its side, and
several of the people in the bar glanced his way. His bear was fucking pissed
at the thought of Molly with any other male, which was a ludicrous reaction,
but one that was unavoidable. Stinger’s human side wasn’t any better in the
rage that consumed him. It wasn’t that she had a child, but the fact that she
was with another. But she wasn’t Stinger’s, had never been his, and he told
himself repeatedly that they all had pasts. Getting angry over something that
no one had control over was an asinine thing to do, but he was an animal at
heart, and there was no controlling the emotions that coursed through him.
      A table of
bar flies glanced over at him, their make-up so thick he could see it even from
the distance. One of them stood and made her way over to him, her clear
confidence thick around her. She stopped at his table, glanced over her
shoulder at her friends who were grinning and eye fucking him at the same time,
and then turned back to him.
    “Hey there.” She leaned forward far enough that she had to brace her forearms on the table
to hold herself up. The table was low enough that the
position she was trying to be in—one that had her tits nearly coming out of her
top—was the farthest thing from sexy. “I see you’re all alone.” She lifted a
shoulder, and her breasts jiggled from the movement.
    Stinger’s once hard-on had deflated as soon as he
had seen her, and now it was to the point of vanishing altogether. “You must
not be from Steel Corner.” He held no emotion in his voice and kept his
expression stoic. He wanted her gone.
    “What makes you say that?” She slid her hand forward
an inch and ran it over the couple of drops of whiskey that had spilled from
his shot glass when it tipped over. She brought her wet fingers to her lips and
sucked them inside.
    He still showed no emotion, and in fact found her
attempt at seduction to have the opposite effect. He wore his Grizzly MC cut,
and if she had been from Steel Corner she would have heard the rumors about the
club, and known to stay the fuck away. At least she would have if she was
smart. But right now she was trying to play with a bear, and one that was in a
foul mood as it was. “Not interested.” He turned to look at the waitress and
gesture for another round, but she was on top of shit and had another shot and beer to him before he could even get her attention. Stinger
grabbed the shot and tossed it back. His throat was numb, but it was the good
kind of feeling as the alcohol moved through his veins.
    “Not interested?” The female stood from her leaning
position.
    Clearly she wasn’t used to being turned down, and
Stinger supposed any desperate male would have jumped all over her. He wasn’t a
desperate male, despite the fact he was in this hovel of a bar. “No.” He didn’t
say anymore to her, but it was clear she wasn’t the smart type of female. Not
like Molly, because she was still standing by his table and looking at him like
she didn’t understand what he had just said.
    “You don’t like girls?” There was a sarcastic tone
in her