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“Please. There is no fucking way. It’s impossible.”
“What are you three yammering about now?” Priest asked as he looked a little longer than he should have at one of Scribe’s sisters, before turning away when he realized I was staring at him.
“Phoebe was doing her daily tarot reading and the cards said that two siblings’ lives would change tonight,” Athena simply said, shaking her head.
“Which is impossible because we all know that I won’t meet my universally chosen intended until Mardi Gras,” Freyja stated firmly.
Priest crossed himself and leaned close to King and whispered, “Remind me to stay the hell away from Louisiana during Mardi Gras.”
I snickered and King nodded adamantly.
“What the hell are you three witches blabbering about now?” Scribe said for all to hear while he and Henley both walked down the stairs looking well rested and well fucked.
Rat bastards.
Everyone was getting some but me.
“Scribe!” Cameron shouted, running into the clubhouse, straight for the handsome hippie biker.
“Hey, little man. What’s the rush?” the loveable brother said, looking at the kid.
“Let’s go. We got manly stuff to do.”
“Right after you say hello to Henley.”
Cameron moaned, huffed, then sweetly bowed. “Hello, my most beautiful Betty. How are you on this wonderful day?”
The room erupted in laughter as Henley curtsied. “I am doing well, my handsome prince.”
“Hey, I’m your prince!” Scribe scoffed.
“Face it, dude. I’m the shit and the ladies love me more.” Cameron chirped back, then squealed when Scribe tried to grab him, only to miss when the kid ran from the room laughing as Scribe chased him.
“That kid is going to be worse than Gunner,” King commented, shaking his head.
I couldn’t agree more.
“Who’s worse than me?” the reformed manwhore of Rosewood asked, walking in with Frank behind him, carrying a small wooden box with the club’s emblem on it.
Now that man was a tall drink of water.
One I wouldn’t mind guzzling down. From the moment I laid eyes on Frank Steiner, there was just something about the gentle giant that called to me on some deeper level. From the looks of him, he was big, robust, and stern looking. But the second I looked into his eyes I knew he was nothing more than a big ole teddy bear. The man rarely spoke, preferring to stay to himself. Even when he did talk, he looked confused, lost, and sometimes in pain. Not that I blamed him on that last part. Listening to some people talk caused me pain too.
The stupidity level of some people should be criminal.
But fuck me, Frank got more mouth-wateringly delicious the more I saw him. There was just something about the tall drink of water that got my blood pumping and my girlie parts begging.
What I wouldn’t give to unwrap all his secrets.
Nope. Not going there.
Ever.
Squirming in my seat, I downed my second drink when the scrumptious hunk of male flesh handed King the small wooden box. “Formula is ready, King.”
With his back turned, I took a quick sneak peek at his backside and instantly wished I hadn’t.
Fuck me hard and twice on Sunday!
