Hidden Heir (Holy Rebel MC #2)

Chapter 9

I slowly get back to my feet and step between Schiz and Shank in case of a fight breaking out. 

"Shane go to your room. Take Mike." I tell my son. He grabs Mike's hand and they scuttle back into the hallways whispering.

I glance back at Schiz to find him in just his jeans. And they're not even zipped, displaying skin instead of boxers. "Where the hell is your shirt?" I ask him.

He just grins at me, eyes trailing down my body. I look down and see that, in fact, I'm wearing his shirt and not mine. Well, damn. "Fuck." I mutter under my breath.

"I'll ask again, What the fuck is going on?" Shank steps closer to us. I step the rest of the way infront on Schiz. He places a hand on my hip, yanking me back against him. I feel him harden against my back and I shift my feet, my ass moving against him. That lit flame kindles again inside me at his touch.

The action catches Shanks eye and he glares at me. But what the fuck else is new. All he ever damn does is glare and bitch at me.

"The obvious. Why is Shane home already?" I ask.

"I told you. He got scared being away from you so I brought him home. I tried to call but you didn't answer." His eyes go behind me to Schiz as if to accuse him for being the reason.  And he so was.

"Shit. Sorry. I didn't hear my phone." And that's not a lie. I didn't. I was probably sleeping.

"I think it's time for you to go." Shank takes the last step to be in my face. I place my hands on his chest and the fire erupts but I choose to ignore it in this possible crisis.

"Sure thing." I hear the smirk in Schiz's voice. Keeping a hand on Shanks chest, I turn and watch Schiz grab his leather cut off my counter and slide it over his naked tanned shoulders.

"You should take your shirt." I tell him. He looks at me, in my eyes, as he adjusts himself then zips his pants.

"Sure, if you're gonna take it off right here, right now." He challenges. I grin.

"You think I won't?" I ask him with a cocked eyebrow.

He comes right up to me, ignoring an ever glaring pissed off brooding Shank with that smirk still in place. "I think you won't." He confirms.

I pull away from Shank but not to grab the shirt and pull it off. I exhale. "You're right I won't. Because there's two kids down the hall and they don't need to be scarred for life." I cross my arms.

"Doubt scarring is what a body like yours will cause. Keep the shirt. Looks sexy on you anyways." He kisses my forehead before sending a look over at Shank and leaving out my door. Shank waits until the roaring of his motorcycle fades before grabbing me by the arm and shoving me against the wall.

"You'll do anything to get into the club, wont you? Gonna sleep with each and every one of them until one decides he likes you enough to keep you around?" He snaps. I gasp and rip my arm from him. He puts both hands on either side of me on the wall caging me in.

"He came here. I didn't go to him. I didn't call him. And it's none of your business who I socialize with!" I snap. A dark smile spreads across his face.

"Its my business when you're bringing them around my kid. And it's damn sure my business when you're socializing with a brother. Because you're the mother of my son and thats my club!" He yells. I flinch but he doesn't care that he's scaring me.

"Fine!" I'll give in if it makes him get out of my face. It's not like I planned this.

He steps away from me, heading for the door. I should ask him to say bye to Shane but I just want him gone. But then I remember Mike is here.