Angels In Leather

EPILOGUE COBRA There’s no room for two.

Her eyes meet mine from across the room, and a wobbly smile spreads across her lips. I return it, only mine is harder, far more gruff. We lock gazes, and she knows as well as I do that there’s something here. Since the moment she walked into the club, all broken and fragile, she called to me. The minute I saw those feral yellow eyes, and she clutched my hand in fear when I took her to her room, I knew she was mine.

Even if that was wrong.

Then Jax came into the picture. Seems he felt the same pull. Now she looks at us both with confusion, and deep lust. Her eyes travel longingly over my body, but they light up when he walks in the room. We’re the yin and yang, the complete opposite to each other. He’s the good, I’m the bad, but she’s the line in the middle. She wants a little something of both, and I can already see how this situation will end.

Badly.

I get out of my chair anyway, walking toward her. The minute I stop in front of her, I see the flush fill her cheeks. She pulls that plump little bottom lip between her teeth, and those cat’s eyes lock on mine. I give her a lazy half-grin, and her flush deepens. “Hi, Cobra,” she murmurs, looking at the tattoo on my neck. Now, her cheeks are flaming red.

“How you doin’, darlin’?”

“I’m doing real well,” she says, meeting my gaze.

“You bein’ treated well?”

She nods, quickly. “Always.”

I nod, letting my gaze slide over her long, slender body. “Seems you’re gettin’ comfortable in my club?”

She darts her eyes around, like I’ve just insulted her. “I’m sorry...I...”

I lean in closer. “I never said it was a bad thing.”

She trembles, and lifts her face so we’re nearly nose-to-nose. “You don’t mind me being here?”

“Makes my fuckin’ day.”

She swallows, and her eyes drop onto my lips. Fuck, I want to lean down and claim those lips, kissing her until she moans my name.

“Ivy?”

She flinches at the sound of her name, and I grumble low in my chest, lifting myself up straight to see Jax walking in. Ivy smiles, her eyes lighting up when she sets her gaze on him.

“Jax,” she breathes.

He grins, stopping beside her. He flashes me a warning expression, an expression that says she’s mine. We’ll fuckin’ see about that. I take a step back, watching him help her off the stool.

“You ready?”

“Where you goin’?” I snap.

Ivy looks up at me, and a flash of guilt crosses her pretty features. “We’re just going for a ride,” she says.

I nod, because there’s nothing else I can do. I’m not going to make a song and fucking dance in the middle of the club. Jax gives me one more hard glare before taking Ivy’s hand, and leading her out the door.

Fuck; just fuck.

I want her, he wants her, but the cold hard truth is...

Only one of us can win.