Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Good for him, the lucky asshole. I’m not sure I like where this is going, but sitting in my fucking lap while she’s saying it is giving me mixed damn signals. “Right.”
“When Phoenix crashed into my life and dragged the rest of you guys with him, it was like a little piece of me woke up. Nothing about what’s happened since has been easy, but this? The four of us? This feels easy, and I don’t know what to do about it. I can’t have feelings for all of you.”
“Why?”
“Because!” she says, laughing, but then her voice turns soft and when she speaks it’s like she’s just repeating something she’s been told. “Because the only women bikers share, are the ones that don’t matter, and I can’t do that. I can’t do that for me, and I can’t do that for Mia.”
“I fucking dare you to say that at the clubhouse. Half our fucking club is shacked up with three or four guys to a woman at this point. You’ve met Alessa. You think she’d put up with anything less than everything from those guys? They’d laugh in your face.” Fuck, this might be easier if I wasn’t scared to fuck it up. Up to now, I’ve always wanted to make things good for whoever I was with, but I didn’t give much of a shit about them sticking around long term. Shelby’s the first woman that’s made me think maybe I could have what some of the others have.
“I don’t know… Havoc said you guys like to share, but I didn’t know if he was just saying stuff. Dirty talk, you know? I've never…” She wets her lips nervously. “I don’t even know how Phoenix feels about me.”
As if in response, Phoenix and Havoc come our way. Phoenix is carrying Mia, who has her arms locked tight around his neck. Her clothes are covered in grass stains and dirt, and her head is resting on his shoulder. It should look wrong because he’s one of the hardest motherfuckers I know, but that little girl knows she can trust him, and I think he’d snap the neck of anyone who tried to hurt her or her mother. I don’t think Phoenix not wanting her is a problem.
Oh sweet Jesus fuck. “Would you like to try? We'll show you how. Trial run. Trust us. We're rough on the outside, but we can be real fucking gentle when we need to.”
She traps her lower lip between her teeth, a curious spark of excitement in her big brown eyes. “But not too gentle, right?”
23
PHOENIX
I’m feeling like a third wheel and I don’t fucking like it. I know Havoc’s been with her, and the way Shel was all up in Sledge’s lap, there’s obviously something going on there too. She’s never gonna get between the three of us, we’re too tight for that, but I need to know where the fuck I stand in this.
Something for me to figure out, I guess.
In the common room of the clubhouse, I slide onto one of the stools in front of the bar.
Jewel, Chef’s old lady, is manning it today. Her hair’s bright red with purple streaks. She puts a beer in front of me, then leans her elbow on the bar, pausing to chat. It’s pretty quiet right now. “Where’s the new girl?”
I take a drag from my beer. It goes down nice and cool. “Shelby. She’s over at Alessa’s. Her kid’s about the same age as their oldest boy. New look?”
She runs her fingers through her hair. “Like it? Having Kaylee around is awesome. Even the sluts don’t really mind losing Nitro, Tank and Wraith when it means having an on-site stylist.”
Sledge slides onto the stool next to me and raises a finger. “I’ll take whatever he’s having.”
Jewel nods and slides a bottle down the bar before leaving us to ourselves.
“Where’s Havoc?” he asks.
“Got called into a shift at the Roost.” The Eagles’ Roost is our bar outside of the compound. Good for making connections and some money for the club. Most of us take turns there, unless we’ve got some other work.
“Just us, then. Pool?”
“Yeah, sure. Might as well.” I grab a couple of sticks as Sledge racks up the balls.
Lace and Indie, a couple of the club sluts, wander over looking for company. “You guys have been busy lately. Need someone to help play with your balls?” Lace asks, biting her lip and grinning at Sledge. Her tits sway under her sleeveless top, one quick move from being in full view.
“I’m pretty good at handling wood.” Indie puts her hand on my arm and runs a finger down the cue.
“Not today.” I pull away, shaking off her touch. She’s a pretty girl, and she’s been around long enough to know exactly how to give a good time, but no part of me is interested in what she has to offer.