So Devilishly handsome

MELISSA'S POV.

"Melissa, what  the hell was that all about? Why was my Sergeant At Arms and the Secretary  beating each other to a bloody pulp?" Axel sat behind his desk as he glared over at me.

"They were fighting over  me, dad", I shrugged my shoulders.

"Over this shit that  happened this morning?" He sighed out his breath, looking frustrated as hell.

I shrugged again  and moved my gaze to my hands in my lap.  "Insorts. I  slept with Gearhead a few nights ago, and I told Alexander about it today. I wanted revenge." I stole a peek  up at my dad and  saw  his brows furrowed in surprise.

"Revenge? Revenge for what ?", He questioned.

"You haven't heard? Alexander fucked Missy. I was simply getting back at him for that."

Axel sighed and shook his head. ",Look, Melissa, you had every right to get revenge on your man, but you cheated  on him with his brother".

"Dad, I don't want to hear your club point of view on this right now. I need to know what you think on this as being my dad. He really hurt me,"  I added.

"Of course he did. He broke club rules, too," He paused and took a deep breath.

"Look, you're both in the wrong here, but you know how it is around here, Melissa".

"You shouldn't let it get under your skin.  As long as he comes back to your bed at the end of the night, that's all that matters."

I shook my head, a single tear sliding down my face as I wiped at it angrily. Damn these emotions.

"I don't want to have worry about him coming back to our bed each night. He should just be there when I go to sleep.

Isn't that what a normal relationship is about?" 

He scoffed. "There isn't anything normal about you and Alexander, and there sure as hell isn't anything normal about your life. The sooner you realize that the sooner you will get along just fine."

"I don't want to get along just fine," I snapped.

Axel's expression turned dark. "What are you trying to say, Melissa?"

"Nothing."

I knew I could never tell my dad the way I really felt because even though I was his daughter,  I was a club member too. Being apart of the club and wanting to get out meant that I'd have to be cut out just like any other member. Lots of blood, sweat, and tears would be shed and I'd never see my family again. I'd be a traitor; an outcast.

"Good now l need you to go to my place and check on Mom. I won't be home tonight... Am dealing with next shipment coming in tomorrow morning." He sighed, looking more tired and stressed than I had seen him in a while.

 I nodded as I stood up from my chair, trying to hide the tears forming behind my eyes.

*****

I got to the clubhouse early the next day to help my dad finish up in the office, and to tell him how my visit with Mom went the night before. it was another depressing afternoon to say the least. My mom was three sheets to the wind like always and hardly remembered who I was . It was a chore and a half to get her dressed and actually put in bed. I gave my dad lots of credit for having to deal with that shit every single night.

When I opened the door,

' Sweat Home Alamba' blared from the jukebox as I saw a few of members already sitting at the bar.

Careen was there this time, the one bar-maid that I actually liked and had a friendship with.

"Hey, sugar, can I grab you a beer?" Careen was drying off a glass with her white bar towel as I slid onto the stool next to Danny.

I slid at Careen as I slid my arm around Danny's neck.

"A bit early for you isn't it, old man?"

Danny laughed. "What is it everyone calling me old man? I much prefer Danny or tattoo-Dan."

I laughed, nudging his side. "It's because we love you and love giving you shit even more."

He grunted as Careen slid a beer in front of me. I took a pull from the bottle as I looked over my shoulder to find Alexander coming into the bar from the hallway. I nearly choked on my beer at the sight of him. Damn, he looked good. More than good. He was straight up delicious.

He came into the room wearing his signature ripped up jeans, black biker boots, and his cut with no shirt underneath. His perfect right pack abs and colorful artwork done by Danny were on full diplay. I knew every curve on his body having tasted nearly every inch of him. His dark brunette hair was all messed up from sleep, and his jawline was covered in stubble. The man was good.

"Morning,' darlin'," Careen greeted him with a smile and a beer, which he took before he headed towards me and Danny.

My heart sped up the closer he got as like hell to hide my reaction to his body as he slid onto the stool next to me. His strong thigh rupped up against mine as heat spread through me like wildfire. Damn, this is good. How did I go from hearing him to wanting him? Story of fucking life.

"Get everything done?" Danny asked over my head.

Alexander nodded as he nursed his beer and stared straight ahead. I couldn't help but look at him out of the corner of my eyes, though. His cut was pulled back just enough to show his flexed abs, and I couldn't help but think about running my tongue between those muscles as I had a hundred times before. The memory brought a familiar taste back into my mouth as I recalled what is manly, salty skin tasted like.

His cigarette pack stuck out of his right pocket as I reached over and grabbed it. He flinched at me and watched me grab for him, disappointed etched the on his face when he realized I wasn't reaching out to touch him.

Trust me, big guy, I want to, but I can't

"Oh, you think so, huh?", Alexander's raspy voice ran over my skin like silk.

 Nodding, I pulled the cigarette from the pack and stuck it between my lips before I pushed the pack back toward him on the bar. I patted my pants for a lighter when I realized I didn't have one. Damn it.

Alexander watched every move I made as he reached into the other pocket and revealed a lighter. He reached up and cupped the end of the cigarette to help me light it as I reached up and placed my hand on his.

The touch was too intimate for me as chills ran over my body. I quickly pulled my hand away and puffed on the cig while I kept my eyes straight ahead. Of course I saw his eyes on my lips through the mirror's reflection behind the bar as I got my courage to pull my gaze away. Damn him and how he made me feel. The bastard.

"Pres is throwing a party tonight if the shipment is successful," Alexander stated as he pulled his gaze away from mine in the mirror and looked over at Danny.

Danny nodded. "I figured as much."

Then Alexander looked back at me as I felt his heated gaze at the side of my face.

"Are you going to be there?" He asked.

His voice was raspy and full of seduction, and I knew that voice all too well. It was his I'm-about-to-fuck-you voice. And damn if I wasn't angry at him, I would have fucked him. 

"I'm member, aren't I ?" Is all I could ask as I kept my gaze straight ahead.

I had to play it cool here. I had to pretend like he didn't affect me, or else I would be in trouble tonight.

"Why is there so much sexual tension down here?" Careen interrupted the moment as she grabbed Danny's empty bottle and filled his hand with a fresh one.

I coughed and sat straight up, putting my cig out in the ashtray before I slid from my stool. My chest rubbed against Alexander's bare arm as deep growl came from deep in his chest.

"That's my leave," I whispered as I turned to the bar. "Careen." I winked at her.

"Grand -dad." I slapped Danny's back.

 "Pig", I glared at Alexander, who could only give me that stupid cocky grin of his.

"Oo," Alexander laughed as he swiveled around on his stool and looked at me.

"You're a cruel woman," he teased

I swayed my hips the way I knew Alexander liked; the way I knew would torture him as I flipped him off over my shoulder and disappeared down the hall.

~~~~~

ALEXANDER'S POV...

My cock hardened in my jeans as I watched her walk away, we're perfect together, and even though I messed up, I knew that Melissa knew it too. Why else would she be teasing me?

Being with her was the best lay I'd ever had. So, why did I kept fucking other whores, I honestly didn't have an answer for that.

Danny laughed behind me as I spun back to the bar, hoping to hide this hard on behind my cut.

"What's so funny, old man?", I glared at him.

"You too are," Danny nodded in Melissa's direction. "We all have bets on how long this will last. How long before you have her on her back again." He sipped his beer as he shook his head.

I looked up at Careen who was smiling at me. "We all know you two will get married and have the most beautiful babies together. Only a matter of time."

When she mentioned babies, my hard on immediately went away and I felt sick. Pushing my beer away, I groaned. Kids? I didn't know how I felt about being a father. I'd never been around kids at all.

I didn't know if kids were in cards for me, but I couldn't think about having them with any other woman than with Melissa.

"Get the fuck out of here,"I shot back at the both of them.

Crazy bastards.

Careen and Danny smiled at each other as I slid from the stool and headed back to my room for a shower. I refused to think about that shit any longer.