I took a deep breath. I thought I was holding my own, but this conversation was out of my league. I was dying to ask her more about the guys, or rather, about one guy in particular and if he was one of the ones that didn’t partake. But I couldn’t think of a way to bring him up without being obvious.
“I leave for ten minutes and you have my babysitter completely corrupted. I should have known better, Sheila.” Dan walked back into the kitchen and stood next to me.
“Oh Dan, come on.” Sheila rolled her eyes. “She’s at an MC clubhouse. I’m hardly the worst thing that will happen to her tonight.”
“It’s okay, Lexie, I’ll keep an eye on you.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
Sheila huffed. “Don’t let this one fool you. He may look all young and sweet, but he can lay pipe as good as any of them. In fact, he’s had me screamingOh Danny Boymany, many nights.”
He leaned over and lowered his voice a few octaves. “If you’re a good girl and help take the rest of the appetizers out, I’ll make sure you scream it tonight, too.”
“You promise?” Her eyes widened.
I stepped away from Dan’s arm, thoroughly grossed out by my former neighbor’s grown-up antics. To me, he’d always be the teenage kid with the cracking voice.
He walked up to her and kissed her hard. I knew I shouldn’t watch, but damn. I’d never seen anybody kiss like this in person. He held one hand behind her head in a possessive hold while his other hand slid up her skirt.
I cleared my throat, and when that didn’t stop them, I threw a celery stalk at Dan’s head.
“I think we’re pretty much all done for now. If we’re going to stay on time, I’ll need help getting everything out. I’d hate to be late and lose out on any future cookouts.”
“Oh, shit!” Sheila pushed Dan away and grabbed a tray. “No way we’re losing you. I’ll send a couple other bunnies your way. We’ll have everything set up in no time.” She raced out the door.
“This is amazing, Lexie.” Dan wiped his mouth as he looked at all the food. “You should be proud. You know, I always thought you’d end up as a teacher. All the parents loved you.”
I shook my head and passed him a bottle of hand sanitizer. “Nah, I had my fill of kids when I was a teenager. But I did keep up most of my first aid certifications, which helped me land an internship over at the senior living center, so it worked out. But what about you and Sheila? Are you two a thing?”
Dan laughed. “Me and Sheila? Hell no. She’s a bunny. You don’t date bunnies.”
“So she’s good enough to sleep with, but not to go out with? That’s awfully shallow, Daniel.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s club life, Lex. The bunnies know the deal from the start and they can leave anytime. No one is kept against their will. The guys like having access to easy pussy with no strings attached. The girls like having good dick on tap and free rent. It’s win-win. As long as the girls don’t get too clingy or try to trap a guy. Obviously.”
“But what if one of them got pregnant? With all this sex, it’s bound to happen.” I held my breath, waiting for his reply.
His nose scrunched. “Pregnant? Nah, that never happens. We always glove up and I’m sure all the girls are on some kind of birth control.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Abstinence is the only 100% method.”
Dan grimaced. “I’m too old for the sex talk, Lex. But I guess once they figured out who the father was, the guy would step up and maybe the bunny would retire or something? I don’t know.”
I huffed. “I’m sure it has. Maybe they kicked the bunny out and left her to deal with the baby on her own.”
Dan shook his head. “No way. All the guys here are good. I mean, none of us are angels, but there’s nothing more important to us than family.”
I sighed. I’d argue the point, but that would open more questions than I cared to answer. Not that it mattered anyway.
“Do any of the guys have normal relationships?”
“Yeah, a couple. Like Stitch. He’s got an old lady, Poison. Well, Ivy, but her road name is Poison. Get it?” He grinned.
“Yeah, Poison Ivy. I get it. Ha ha. But old lady? That doesn’t sound nice.”
He shrugged. “It’s not because she’s old. She’s probably the same age as you. That’s just what it’s called when a brother claims a woman. Kinda like getting married.”
“Let me guess, y’all don’t do all that legal marriage stuff?”
Dan nodded. “See, you’re catching on. An old lady is more than a girlfriend. She becomes a part of the club, a real part, like a brother.” His brow furrowed. “But not a exactly like a brother because she’s a woman and she doesn’t do club stuff. But we’d all die to protect her. Anyway, I’m too young to worry about all that. I’m still in my wild-oat-sowing phase.”
