Mine to Take by Lila Fox

Chapter Two

Fuck. She was the first thing he thought of when he opened his eyes the following day.

Jesus, I don’t need this shit.

He tore off the blanket and jumped into the shower. Maybe if he got busy, she’d stop tormenting him?

Several hours later, Fury stopped him as he was walking out of the back door.

“Hey, man. What’s up? You’ve been a prick all day,” Fury said.

Frustrated, he wiped a hand down his face. “It’s nothing.”

Fury crossed his arms over his chest. “Does this have anything to do with the library lady?”

“Who the fuck told you about that?”

Fury smirked. “I’m not going to tell you. You’ll cut him up into little pieces.”

“You’re damn right I would.”

“So, is it?”

“Jesus Christ, what are you, my father?”

Fury rolled his eyes. “Fuck, no. But I think I know what you’re going through.”

Savage sighed. Yeah, his prez did know because he’d gone through the same thing with Amelia. Fury had been a pain in the ass to live with until he had that woman in his bed. The thought of having the woman around made him both furious and envious at the same time, and he wanted no part of it.

“I’ll get over it. Hell, I don’t even know her name.”

“I tried to fight it at first, too, but it didn’t take me long to know she was special and that I wanted her in my life.”

“I don’t want a woman telling me what to do.”

Fury snorted. “Do you see Traeger or me putting up with that?”

“No.” He hadn’t. In fact, when the girls got sassy, Fury and Traeger usually put them over their laps and whaled on their asses before dragging her upstairs and fucking their brains out. He could see himself doing that very easily.

Fury slapped him on the back. “If you want to talk, you know where I am.”

Savage nodded and started to walk away.

“Oh, hey, Savage.”

He turned back to Fury.

“Her name is Zoe, and she works at the library full-time.” Fury turned and walked off.

Savage gritted his teeth when his prez laughed because he knew anything personal he found out about her would just add another nail to his coffin.

“Motherfucker.” He got on his bike and took off. A ride would clear his head, but he wasn’t surprised to see himself parked in front of the library.

He walked in and let his eyes adjust to the dim light before he looked around. Several people’s eyes widened, mostly with fear, and he ignored them as he walked up to the front desk.

“Um … may I help you?” a younger woman asked, clearly trying to act professionally when all she probably wanted to do was run in the opposite direction.

“Yeah, I want to talk to Zoe.”

The woman’s eyes widened. “Our Zoe?”

He snorted. “I doubt there’s another Zoe who comes here.”

“Oh, yes, you’re right. Let me go find her.”

He nodded and turned to look around the area. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in a library. It had to have been when he was in school because he wouldn’t go unless he’d been dragged into one.

The place looked bigger on the inside, and there had to be a million books on the shelves. Fuck, he liked reading thrillers, but he never thought to come here to get one.

His mouth kicked up. He wondered what the guys would say if he got himself a library card. Hell, he’d never live it down.

****

Zoe stood humming to herself as she put books back on the shelves.

She was startled when her coworker, Nala, raced around the corner toward her, clearly agitated. “What?”

“There’s … a man. He’s here to see you.”

Zoe grabbed Nala’s hand. “Who is it?”

“I’ve no idea, but he’s one of the bikers. I can tell by the vest.”

Zoe’seyes widened, and her lips parted in a silent gasp. No way could it be the guy from the day before. As much as she wished to be able to see him again, she never thought it would happen. “I need you to calm down.”

“Do you know one of them?”

“Yes, one of them helped me out. They were all very nice.”

Nala’s eyebrows shot up. “Nice?” she screeched and then slapped her hands over her mouth because it was so loud in the otherwise silent library.

“I’ll go talk to him, and I don’t want you to worry. The guy probably just has a question for me.”

“If Ms. Lynch hears about this, she’s going to freak,” Nala said.

“I don’t see why if he’s a good person.”

“You know how she is. She really hates people like him.”

Zoe snorted. “That’s her problem. Or should I say one of them?”

Nala rolled her eyes. “This is no time to joke.”

Zoe patted her hand. “I’ll go now. You’ll see. The man is probably harmless.”

“I wouldn’t say harmless,” a male voice said behind them, making them both jump, scream, and whirl around.

Oh, Lord, it was him. He was actually standing in front of her, and he’d come to talk to her? She couldn’t pull her eyes away from his for a long moment. She’d never guess she’d see him again.

Zoe placed her hand over her heart to help settle it and patted Nala on her shoulder. “I know him. Why don’t you go back up to the front desk while I talk to him?”

Nala looked back and forth. “Are you sure?” she whispered.

“Yes, very sure.”

“Okay.”

Zoe watched Nala walk off and turned back to Savage. The first thing she wanted to do was hug him, and the second thing was smack the smirk off his face.

“Do you enjoy scaring people?” She crossed her arms over her chest.

Savage shrugged a shoulder and took a few steps toward her.

“What are you doing?” she asked when he didn’t stop until he had her back pressed against one of the bookshelves.

“I’m saying hi.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.” He set his hands up on a shelf above her head, enclosing her in an embrace without touching her.

Her hands went to his chest, and she inhaled. God, his scent of musk and the outdoors made saliva pool in her mouth. The feel of his muscular chest under the black t-shirt he wore made her want to explore.

She’d had a few boyfriends in the past, but none of them made her feel like she did at that moment. It both intrigued and made her nervous.

She swallowed a few times. “So, besides saying hi, why else are you here?”

“I wanted to know if my attraction to you was real or a figment of my imagination.”

She licked her lips. “And?”

“It’s fucking real.”

She snorted. “You don’t sound happy about it.”

“I’m not. I don’t like you fucking with my head.”

“Well, I’ll try really hard not to do it again. Okay?”

“And you’re a smartass.”

She shrugged. “What can I say? It comes naturally.”

He chuckled.

Oh, hell. She didn’t think he could be more appealing until he smiled like he did, showing his straight white teeth, and damn if he didn’t have a dimple in his right cheek.

She turned her head to get a breath and noticed all the tattoos running up and down his arm. Without thinking, she started to trace one with the tip of her finger.

He cleared his throat, gaining her attention. She felt a fiery blush overtake her complexion.

“You know, you can trace all my tattoos if you want,” he said.

Her hand dropped to her side. The deep rumble of his tone made her stomach tighten. “Really? Where are they?”

“All over me.”

The thought of seeing him naked made her nipples tighten into hard little points, and a gush of cream slid out of her, wetting her panties.

“Oh … I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Well, I think it’s a great idea.”

“What are you saying? You want to take me to a motel and … you know, and then say goodbye?”

“Oh, I don’t think we need a motel. You have a bed, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but it’s a queen. I don’t think you’ll fit. Besides, I don’t do things like that. You’ll have to go find another woman to take care of your…”

He smirked. “For one thing, I don’t want another woman. If I just needed anyone, there are several sluts who live in the club whose sole purpose is to take care of the guys.”

“You mean that’s what they do for a living?”

He laughed. “You could say that.”

“And they want to do it?”

“Of course, we don’t kidnap or rape women. The ones with us are very happy. They get fed, have a roof over their head, and get all the sex they want.”

“What if they want to leave?”

“They know where the door is, babe.”

He looked down and then into her eyes. “If you keep petting me like that, I’m going to find the closest closet and fuck your brains out.”

Her mouth dropped open at the same time her hands fell to her side. “Don’t say things like that.”

“Why? It’s the truth.”

She stomped her foot and growled. “I don’t care. I think it would be best if you left.”

He smirked. “Do you now?”

She tried to push him away from her, but it was like pushing a brick wall. “I have to work.”

“What time are you done?”

“Why? I’m not going anywhere with you, so we can…”

“Fuck?” He raised a brow.

“Yes,” she hissed, balled up her fist, and hit his chest. Her hand went to her mouth. “Oh, God, I’ve never hit anyone in my life. I’m so sorry.”