Free Tuck's Wrath by Jenika Snow Page A

couldn’t help himself. He stood, walked over to where the stairs to the stage were, and although there was a bouncer guarding it, he called out for her, needing to get her under him for the night.
    “Come home with me,” he called out, feeling like a douche on so many levels for doing it this way, but obviously not caring enough not to do it.
    She stopped and turned around. When she got a look at him and scanned her gaze down the length of his chest, her eyes widened. Was she staring at his cut? Maybe she was saying “hell no” because she knew he was in a club? Or maybe she saw the massive hard-on he sported? Surely she’d seen a hell of a lot of them working at this joint.
    “Come on, baby.” He braced a hand on the wall, trying to see her over the massive body of the man in front of him. Hell, Pierce was a big guy, but he was cut and ripped with muscle. This fucker was all bulging belly and a face that looked like it had never seen anything funny. He probably had fifty pounds of thickness on Pierce that had nothing to do with muscle mass.
    “No thanks,” she said over her shoulder, and turned to leave.
    His cock jerked at her denial, but when she was really walking away he grew annoyed. “You shake your shit up there like you want to get fucked, and now you’re saying no?” He was being an asshole, but she was denying him, and Pierce wasn’t used to that shit.
    She stopped and turned around, but the shadows concealed her face, almost as if she wore a mask. He could make out her eyes, knew they were narrowed, and saw the shape of her nose and lips, but unless he wanted to push through this bouncer he wasn’t going to see anymore. And when she’d been on the strange the lights had been stationed on her lower body, amplifying her assets. But then her eyes widened, and she stepped further back into the shadows, and held the robe she wore tighter to her body. “Go to hell, you pompous asshole,” she said on a slightly shaky breath. “I’m sure you have plenty of pussy at that club you’re at, or maybe you need to learn how to respect women, even if they do strip.” With that she flipped him off, turned her back toward him, and disappeared behind one of the doors.
    “Beat it before she embarrasses your ass even more,” the big bouncer said.
    Pierce gritted his teeth, felt anger that she turned him down, but also couldn’t blame her. He didn’t have to say that shit, and now here he was with a raging boner, and the woman he wanted to stick his dick in had told him to screw off.
    “Well shit,” he said under his breath.
    The bouncer snorted. “Man, if you’re trying to go for Lil then you better just get used to jerking off now.”
    He narrowed his eyes at the fucker.
    “She only strips. You bug her again and she’ll likely cut your dick and balls off.”
    Pierce narrowed his eyes at the other man. Although all he wanted to do was tear through this guy and go to that woman, maybe kiss her so she couldn’t even breathe, making her see that being with him wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen, he took a step back. No, he’d back off for right now. He wouldn’t let it go, though, because even though he did want the woman named Lil—which he had to assume wasn’t her real name—he’d give her this space. But he’d show her that letting him into her bed, fucking her good and hard, so she couldn’t even walk straight the next day, would help them both out.
    Yeah, he was being a cocky asshole, but the truth was no one denied Pierce, not until they at least got to know him better. He snorted at that thought, and turned to leave the strip club. But yeah, he really wanted her, and that need was at this obsessive level. He wouldn’t give up that easily.

Chapter Nine
     
    Tuck parked his Harley in front of the small bar and grille in River Run, cut the engine, and looked at the other bikes parked out front. It was early in the day, and he’d only left Jana because she’d fallen asleep. Pierce