The Thunder Wolves MC - Petal (Book #12)

11

Petal

It wasn't unusual for guys to cop a feel. For the most part, it only takes saying no touching once, and they stop. Now, occasionally, a guy will just not get the hint, and one of the MC guys has to step in. But for the guy I was dancing with, I didn't have the opportunity to allow him to back off before Finch was interfering. The only time I have seen the guys intervene so quickly with a guy was after having already warned them with other girls. So I backed off when it was clear Finch wasn't just going to give the guy a warning. Honestly, it wasn't anything I hadn't seen before. However, I wasn't expecting the guy to hit Finch, and I don't think Finch was expecting it either because there was a good ten or so seconds between the guy's fist connecting with Finch's jaw before Finch reacted by punching the guy. The two exchanged a couple of more punches before Finch knocked the guy to the floor. Leaning over the guy, Finch grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him back up just enough. I am sure Finch didn't think anyone else could hear him.

"She's mine."

Or maybe he didn't mean to say it out loud. Either way, he did, and I heard just as much as the guy did, along with the other two girls who had been dancing for the guy's friends and the one MC member who got there first. I know he heard because he took the time to look at me before turning his attention back to Finch just as Finch punched the guy one last time. After that, a good dozen or so MC members arrived, pulling Finch and the guy apart, along with a couple of the guys escorting the three of us girls to the back until the guys got everything sorted.

Anger filled me. His? I wasn't his, and if he wanted to lay claim to me, I have news for him. I will be damned if he thinks he gets to decide anything for me. My anger carried me to the back room, where I walked straight over to my designated dressing area. Pulling my heels off, I tossed them to the floor, slipping on a pair of cute slippers I keep here so I don't have to walk around all the time in those heels. I never wear the slippers out where any of the guys can see, and most of the girls have a pair because I don't know if you know this, but those heels are not the most comfortable. And sometimes, your feet need a little bit of a break, and walking around barefoot isn't something I feel comfortable doing. I know the guys have a cleaning crew that comes in and does a good job of cleaning everything, but still.

Grabbing a robe, I pulled it on, turned around, and headed back out of the changing room. The other two girls were just watching me, and neither one of them bothered even trying to talk to me. I am sure the rest of the girls working tonight will know what happened and what Finch said to the guy before the night is over, and any of the others who aren't working tonight will know by morning. Nothing I will say will stop the rumors, and once the girls get going, the MC guys will surely hear. Not that it will affect me much, but it could affect Finch, and he has a little girl at home who relies on him. Though I probably shouldn't care so much since he started all this by doing and saying what he did. The thought only making me angrier.

Walking out of the dressing room, my eyes landed directly on Finch's back as he walked into one of the bathrooms the guys use in the back room. Turning, I ignored who was all in the back room. If there was anyone left in the back room anyway. My focus was on Finch. If he was being left on his own, the others may be back out front dealing with the very angry customer who only got half a lap dance that he paid in full for. Shoving the door open, I didn't give a second thought to the fact that I was walking into a bathroom with Finch.

"What the hell?"

Turning away from the sink, he stared at me in shock.

"Who the hell do you think you are? And who gave you the impression that 'She's mine' is something you can outright claim? Because it sure as s**t wasn't me. And last time I checked I am the only one that can give that permission and I sure as s**t haven't done it…."

Slowly, his shocked look disappeared. At some point, he moved from his spot near the sink and was standing directly in front of me. I don't even remember him moving, but he had, and I had taken a step back when he did, so now my back was against the door I had just stormed through. My brain only just registered it as my words were cut off by him closing the last of the distance between the two of us, his lips covering mine. My anger only growing as my body reacts before my brain can fully register everything.

My lips parted on their own, giving his tongue access to my mouth. My tongue collided with his. My body pressed into his as he leaned farther into me, my back pressed firmly against the door behind me. Time stopped for just a split second, starting again as he ended the kiss just as quickly as he started it. My mind caught up completely just as he took a step back. My hand moved from my side, connecting with the side of his face. He had already been punched in the jaw by the guy I was giving a lap dance to not too long ago.

"In case I didn't make myself clear, I am not yours to do whatever the hell you want. Nor am I that easy. Just because I do what I do doesn't mean I will just put out for anyone."

Turning, I pulled the door open, pausing in the doorway as I stepped out of the room.

"Don't worry about giving me a ride home tonight. I will get my own ride home."

Moving forward, I slammed the door behind me and returned to the dressing room to change into my regular clothes. I was done for the night. There was no way I was in the right kind of mood to continue to dance for the night.