Wicked Nights by Lexie Davis

you get. Kinsey has been walking around here like a queen bee. She feels threatened by you. You can expect some tension there.”
    Addison snorted and glanced towards the two large wooden doors with the Wicked Angels logo on them. “Well, I have not sucked anyone’s cock to get status.”
    Lila laughed. Addison liked her. Granted, they’d only met once, but she seemed like a sweet person. She didn’t seem like Kinsey or the other bimbos hanging around. She manned the bar and genuinely liked it. She also seemed to be madly in love with Jack.
    “So how long have you been a biker chick?”
    Lila smiled. “All my life. Jack and I got together when I was sixteen. When he got his licence, he got a motorcycle instead of a car. I don’t think he ever really drove a car until he was at least twenty. He hates them, so I just adapted to it.” She shrugged. “The things we do for the people we love.”
    “When did he join the MC?”
    “I think he was around twenty-one, so that’s been a while back. He’s vice president now and he’s happy. I’m happy too.”
    Addison smiled. “I like you. You’re different than that trash over there.”
    Lila laughed. “Well, I’ve never really had the need to beg for a man’s attention. Jack is the only one for me and I’m the only one for him.”
    Addison wondered how that kind of life could exist among the chaos of the club. She knew some of what happened behind closed doors and it was not the breeding ground for a stable relationship. The exact opposite, actually.
    The doors opened and the men filed out. A few of them said hi to Addison before noticing Kinsey’s bloody nose.
    “She punched me!” Kinsey all but screamed.
    Mason walked out, his eyes going from Kinsey’s bloody nose to Addison. “What happened?”
    Kinsey strolled towards him. “I was standing there doing nothing and she hit me for no reason.”
    Addison arched an eyebrow. “You wanna try that again? The loss of blood seems to have given you amnesia.”
    Kinsey lunged, but Mason caught her before she got to Addison. Kinsey’s nipple poked out from the top of her shirt for all the world to see. Mason pulled her back against him and Kinsey rubbed her ass not so subtly against his crotch.
    Addison propped her elbows on the bar behind her. “You know, Nebraska Ave. is probably too good for you and your STD-ridden, loose pussy. Perhaps you belong in some rundown trailer park where all the white trash goes?”
    “Enough.” Mason held Kinsey with one arm and met Addison’s eyes. Addison rolled her eyes. “What the hell happened?”
    Addison stood from the bar stool. “Your little bimbo came after me because I told her she should be working it on Nebraska. She lunged at me, I punched her. Blood spewed everywhere.”
    He handed Kinsey off to another man beside him. “Kinsey is not my little bimbo.”
    “Yeah, I got that. She’s club property.” Addison didn’t mean to snarl it, but she’d had a really tough day. “Sucking cock for status.”
    Mason rubbed his forehead. “Kinsey, don’t ever go near Addison again. Addy, don’t start fights in my club.”
    Addison stared at him. “Are you seriously treating me like I’m your new flavour of the day? I don’t give a shit about who you fuck. I made that clear this morning. And I sure as hell am not here to suck your cock for status!”
    She saw anger flash in his eyes. He took two steps before he wrapped his arm around her and hauled her out of the room. He went down the hall to the apartment and tossed her to the bed. Addison lay there bewildered and somewhat tipsy.
    “I get you’ve had a bad day so for the most part, I’m going to forget everything you just said.” He slipped his cut to the floor. “You also look like you’ve been drinking, and knowing Lila, she gave you the good stuff to keep you from killing Kinsey.”
    His shirt flew off next. Addison’s mouth went dry. His hard muscles made her want to trace her tongue along the grooves.