Free King (Grit Chapter Book 2) by Sam Crescent, Jenika Snow Page A

handed the girls their drinks, and in record time they finished them, laughing. The buzz was strong within her, and although she was trying to keep her mind off King, it was hard as hell. This tingling covered her entire body and she glanced around the club, expecting someone to be looking at her. But all she saw was people dancing, sweaty bodies, and flashing, low lights.
    “You only live once. Come on girls,” Vicky yelled, and they started dancing again.
    The music pulsated through her, and the heat and alcohol made her lightheaded. Clara closed her eyes, continued to dance, and got lost in the feelings of swaying, the heat in the room, and just feeling very good and content in where she was in her life right now. She didn’t know how long she danced, but soon hands moving around her waist from behind her and warm breath along her neck had her tensing.
    “You can move, baby.”
    Clara spun around and stared at the guy who stood behind her. The guy was clearly drunk and started swaying, his grin spread wide over his mouth. The scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke came off him strongly. He was also sweaty, the pit stains evident. She felt disgust that this guy had touched her.
    “Fuck off.”
    He grinned wider.
    “Hey, I can make that happen, baby.” He wrapped his arm around her waist again, but Clara pushed him back.
    “I said fuck off. That wasn’t an invitation.”
    He stared at her, sweat sliding down his forehead, and then made a move at her again. He was either too drunk to realize what the hell he was doing, or he was a fucking idiot. Before he could touch her again she felt someone behind her, felt the heat as if it consumed every part of her. She looked over her shoulder, tilted her head back, and looked into the face of a very pissed off King. Payne and Beast were behind him, their expressions furious as well. Their focus was on Bridget and Vicky and when Clara looked at the other women, she noticed they were no longer dancing and their stares were locked on their men.
    King’s nostrils flared and his face was a mask of anger.
    King pulled her behind him, and Payne and Beast went and wrapped their hands around the other two women’s waists.
    “King?” she said, but he either didn’t hear her or he didn’t care.
    King was on the guy in a matter of a second. He slammed his fist into the side of the drunk’s face, and the other man fell to the floor instantly.
    “You motherfucker,” King growled out, and the sea of bodies parted around them. He picked him off the ground and punched him in the face before letting him fall once more.
    He went after the guy again, but she rushed forward and grabbed his shirt, pulling him back.
    “He’s not worth it. Come on, King.” She tried to pull him backward, but it was like trying to move a tank. Clara sure as hell didn’t want King doing this.
    He stopped, looked over his shoulder at her, and the rage she saw on his face was like a blast of cold air. She let go of his shirt and felt her own anger rise. What in the hell was he even doing here?
    “You think he shouldn’t get the shit kicked out of him for touching you?”
    She didn’t say anything, didn’t know what to say.
    “I think we should go.”
    “No, Clara, He touched what wasn’t his.”
    She lifted a brow. “I’m not yours, King.”
    He was silent for a second, his nostrils flaring. “Are you sure about that, baby?”
    “God,” she said through her anger. “What the hell? Why are you guys even here?”
    “We’re here to make sure you’re okay.”
    She shook her head. “Girl’s night out doesn’t mean having bikers stalk us and lurk in the shadows.”
    King growled and stared at her as he wiped the blood off his knuckles and onto his pants. “You’re mine, whether you want to fucking admit it or not.”
    God, seeing him wipe off the blood from the fight he’d just been in was hot as hell. Clara didn’t respond, just turned and pushed her way past the crowd, and went outside. This