Free The Outlaw's Obsession by Jenika Snow

room and wait until I bring Court to you? It’s kind of rowdy where I need to go and get Court, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Shit, he was growing all soft with this female, and she hadn’t even been in here for twenty-four hours. Her going back to the room was probably the best course of action, but this was her choice. He wouldn’t force her to do anything, at least not this soon. Even if he wanted her in the room, safe from everything, he wasn’t going to lock her up like Trick had done to her.
    “Actually, I don’t want to be cooped up in the room. Besides, I don’t think there is anything in there that can shock me.” She tried to smile, but he grew pissed by her statement. Not because of what she said exactly, but because he knew damn well what she had suffered at the hands of Trick, both mentally and physically.
    He turned and led them into the main party room of the clubhouse, and even though she was clearly not unaccustomed to what MC life was like—at least a part of it since he knew how fucked Trick was in the head—he hoped she could handle what was she was about to see.

Chapter Six
     
    Sonya followed Jagger down the rest of the hallway and into a very large room. Bikers were scattered all around, and she knew this was where the majority of them hung out. It wasn’t that much different from the Wolverine clubhouse, not with the pool table, bar, couches, and other things of that nature. The room was fairly smoky, and the scent of cigarettes and marijuana were strong. The music was also loud and the voices boisterous. There were several club whores either giving lap dances, BJs, or performing little stripteases. Yeah, not much different at all.
    “Stay right by me, Sonya.”
      She drew her attention from a huge breasted woman that was carrying a tray full of beers and shots to a handful of bikers sitting on a couch in front of a stripper pole. She recognized several of the MC members from when they had been at Trick’s. So this was how the Grizzly MC celebrated on their downtime? There was no slapping around women, slamming each other against the wall until all out fist fights broke free and blood covered the ground. At least right now there weren’t any of those things, but even though Sonya felt the danger and power that Jagger and his MC emitted, she knew they were nothing like Trick and his insane crew. She stayed by Jagger, but she was drawn in by the low lighting, the loud and filthy music, and the sexuality that poured out of every single body in this room. It was intoxicating, mesmerizing, and she couldn’t stop staring. The way she felt around these bikers was not even on the same level as the disgust she felt around Trick and the Wolverines. This atmosphere was energized with delicious heat and lust, whereas at Trick’s it was pain and degradation.
    Jagger moved a few steps forward and started talking with someone whom she assumed was Court, the medically trained MC member. She looked around again but didn’t move away from Jagger.
    “Hey, I haven’t seen you here before.” Sonya turned and stared at the man who had just spoken to her. The stark white patch against his black leather vest told her that he was a prospect. All these men were animals in their own right, grizzly bears and powerful enough to snap necks with a flick of their wrists, but they didn’t make her feel uneasy, at least not in the way she had for the last seven years staying with Trick.
    “Hi.” She didn’t want to be rude, but she also didn’t really want to have a conversation with anyone. She still felt out of her element in this new clubhouse and surrounded by these hardened shifter bikers. Many things kept passing through her mind, mainly about Jagger and the strange yet intense effect he seemed to have on her. Even now she could still feel his thumb on her cheek as he brushed away her tear. She was mad at herself for being weak around such a strong guy, but he hadn’t made her feel