Repentance: Wolfpack MC

Star

I sat on my art stool, tapping my foot in annoyance as Gauge answered the door to my apartment like he owned the place, watching as his ass swung with each step he took, well aware of how his jeans rode low on his hips and how tightly they hugged his sculpted cheeks. My mouth watered like a dog in heat as I fantasized about seeing him naked despite my growing frustration at the big jerk. The snarling wolf that lay across the cut on his back with the words "Wolfpack" underneath it made me cringe at the sight of the name that held so many painful memories.

His arms were bare, betraying the tattoos that lay across his bronze skin. His back defined by the rippling muscles that I followed up his arms to his shoulders before they were hidden by his black shirt and biker cut. I thought I saw what I recognized as the beginnings of black feather wing tattoos in the small amount of skin below his neck at the top of his shoulder blades. I wondered how far they went down and even imagined running my fingers down them, my tongue tasting the sweat on his muscles after having hot sex with him. His neck was thick with a cross tattooed on the back of it that was partially covered by his auburn hair that stopped just in the middle of his neck that he kept pushed back behind his ears making it look shorter. The word "Repentance" was tattooed underneath the cross.

Who was I kidding? Gauge was beautiful. He had only been in my apartment for a day and already I was blushing when those ice blue eyes met my own boring brown ones. Despite my hatred at his intrusion, I fantasized about tangling my fingers in that gorgeous hair and pulling on it as we made out, those thick paws gripping my thighs as pinned me against the wall, kissing me so deeply I couldn't breathe. I had to shake my head at the heat of blush fell across my cheeks. Okay, that kind of shit has to stay in my mind. Get a grip girl, he's a biker. No way was I giving Gauge the satisfaction in knowing how he was getting to me.

He opened the door letting in another, less-handsome-than-he-was-but-still-gorgeous biker with the rank of Road Captain on his chest. He was different than Gauge in that not only was he much shorter but his hair was darker and messier. His shoulders were less broad and covered in the rain which made his muscles more defined when the light fell on them making them appear as if the darker bronze skin on them was glowing.

Oh great. The very same club I was trying to escape and hated and now I had two of them in my apartment. To make matters much worse I needed to change my panties after getting wet while drooling over one of them like some hormonal teenager.

Gauge turned towards me with his fellow member under his arm, struggling to get out of the headlock he was in. "Star, this prick is Mac. He's brought our ride so you better go get your shit packed. We're leaving in an hour."

I saw as Mac looked me over; his gaze stopping at my breasts. I blushed as I noticed where his eyes were, raising my hands to cover myself as if I was naked. "Damn, Gauge. I had no idea she was this fine! Hey baby!" Gauge let him go and whacked him up the side of the back of his head so hard he stumbled forward.

"Fuck off, Mac. I still owe you for that shit you said in the phone call yesterday." Mac just laughed as Gauge squeezed his shoulder, making him cringe in pain.

Gathering my thoughts back to what Gauge had said, I stood up from the stool, clenching my hands into fists once again at my sides. I felt anger build up inside me at how, once again, he was demanding me to leave the new life I had worked so hard to build for myself. I fought to get out of that world, survived endless nights of agony, screaming Ryan's name as I thought about his beautiful body next to me in bed. Gauge was wanting to take me back into all of that stress, all of the loss. I swore I would never get dragged back into the biker world. They were too violent, were always at war with each other and had no respect for anyone that wasn't a member of their club. Ryan had tried his best to distance me from that world and here Gauge was thinking he was going to bully me back into it.