Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
The Henchmen.
And the Vultures.
Clearly, given the badge on his vest, Brooks belonged to one of those clubs. But this was probably one of the weekend warrior type clubs.
“I hope your sister isn’t setting us up. The last group of bikers I saw around here were all in their fifties and creepy as fuck,” I said, passing a tip to the driver, a silent apology for Meadow’s pussy comments, then followed Sage in through the open gate.
“I know, right? But I doubt Meadow would be spending time with them if they weren’t at least twice as good looking as the TV bikers.”
“True,” I agreed, hearing the music already thumping from inside, and a chorus of male laughter that sent a little shiver through me.
Before I could decide if that was a good or bad shiver, though, we were moving inside.
Where I learned that I should never, ever, question Meadow’s taste in male companions.
Because we practically walked into an open call for male models. That’s how hot these men were. All in their own unique ways.
There were two tall, golden-skinned gods with epic bone structure who had to be brothers, if not twins.
Then there was a tall, wide guy with icy blue eyes, dark hair, and a clean dark beard who carried himself with the carriage that said he had to be ex-military.
Another guy had longer light brown hair, bright blue eyes, and an infectious smile dressed in an absurd Hawaiian shirt that featured cats riding tacos.
Toward the back was a guy with darker hair and wickedly handsome good looks. But I wasn’t close enough to make out more than that.
And, finally, there was a brick wall of a man with ‘ex-con’ written all over him.
Every single one of them was wholly fuckable.
“I’m starting to wonder if asking about getting my pussy pierced might be a good opener with this crew,” Sage whispered to me, getting me to laugh as the guy with the Hawaiian shirt came over toward us, arms out like we were his long-lost friends.
“Ladies! My name is Sully. And this is my little soiree here. I don’t think I’ve seen you two before.”
“This is Sage, my sister,” Meadow explained, coming up with two clear cups filled with soda and, I imagined, some sort of alcohol. “And this is—“
“Caliana?” a voice called, making me stiffen.
I knew that voice.
Especially when it said my name like that.
Because no one called me by my full name.
“Oh, hey! The guy I almost shivved at the club!” Sage declared, delighted.
“Shivved?” Meadow asked.
“At the club?” Sully asked at the same time. “Brooks? No.”
“It’s you alright. Made a joke about his ankles being terrified of me.”
“A joke? Brooks?” Sully asked again, looking baffled. “Surely not. This, my dear, lovely girls, is the club’s babysitter. He is allergic to all things fun. Including jokes. And pretty women.”
“Of course this is your club,” I grumbled. Granted, I was actually having to fake being disgruntled at seeing him. Because some part of me, as insane as it was, had been hoping to run into him again during one of my little excursions, expecting him to be there watching me with those dark eyes. The way the younger version of me had always wanted.
But the older version didn’t want.
Nope.
Not at all.
Not even if he was looking all tall and handsome standing in the middle of an outlaw biker club.
I mean, I’d seen him in the cut.
I’d objectively known he was a biker, that he did illegal shit to get that patch.
But, somehow, I hadn’t been able to actually imagine him in a club. It just didn’t fit in with the guy I’d once known, I guess.
Here he was, though. And, apparently, not just a normal club member. He was someone with some sort of title or something if Sully was calling him their babysitter.
“What are you doing here?” Brooks asked, coming closer.
“Well, clearly, she is here to enjoy the pleasure of my company,” Sully declared, shooting me a wink I couldn’t help but smile at.
No wonder Meadow wanted to party here.
And I hadn’t even met the other guys yet.
“Hands off,” Brooks said to Sully, who didn’t even react to the demand. His megawatt smile didn’t even dim.
“Excuse me?” I asked, brows raised. “Anyone here can put their hands on me if I give them permission.”
“No one here is going to put their hands on you,” Brooks shot back.
“You don’t own me, Brooks.”
“I’m looking out for you.”
“And I’m a grown woman. If I want to take every guy in this club to bed tonight, it’s none of your business.”
“Sage, darling, do you want to go see the pool?” Sully asked, clearly ready to extract himself from this awkward confrontation.
In fact, all the other guys had already made their way out of the back door.
“I’ll be out there in a minute,” I told Sage, who was looking between me and Brooks with interest.