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Maybe it was boredom, maybe I was just exhausted—fuck, I had no idea. Whatever it was, I was tired of the sheep who followed me around like lost puppies looking for attention. I had given them plenty of reason to do just that over the years, having fucked them all regularly. But lately, I had found them more annoying than entertaining.
Someone bumped into my hip, and I turned my head to look down at the female who was trying to move me out of her way.
Willa cocked a brow at me before pushing at my arm. “Move it or lose it.”
I moved over so she could get to the cabinet behind me.
Once upon a time, I had thought about fucking her. She had been too hung up on Spider, and honestly, I hadn’t cared enough to want to fight him over her. Now she was married to the enforcer.
“What’s up with you?” she demanded once she had gotten what she needed. “You’ve been acting weird for days. I haven’t seen the usual bitches swarming around you lately, either.”
I shrugged. “Just tired.”
“Too tired for pussy? Are you sick or something?”
I reached for another beer from the barrel of ice beside the island. “Or something,” I muttered, not wanting to get into it with her.
“Huh,” was all she said before she went over to the kitchen door to call out for Raven.
Not wanting to chance my sister finding something else for me to do, I left the sanctuary of the kitchen.
I had barely taken two steps when Whitney caught my arm and pushed herself up against my side. I looked down at the sheep, a smile already lifting my lips, but it didn’t reach my eyes.
Whitney was fun in bed. She liked it dirty, and I had given it to her plenty of times. Her blonde hair was hanging around her shoulders in messy waves, her makeup thick and just as slutty as the clothes she was wearing. However, that “fuck me now” look in her eyes did nothing for me right then.
Pulling my hand free, I tapped her on the ass twice before moving away. “Maybe later,” I told her as I kept walking.
Maybe I would fuck her later. Maybe I would find someone else to suck my dick. Then again, maybe I wouldn’t.
I grimaced, wondering if maybe I really was getting sick. My dick usually had a mind of its own, yet lately, it had been just as bored as I was. Ever since I had gotten back from New York, I couldn’t have cared less if I got laid or not.
No, I reminded myself. No, it was before New York. It was before Flick had even come back to us.
As if some radar went off inside me, I turned my head and scanned the crowd of people in the main room of the clubhouse. Within a few seconds, I spotted Quinn.
Her long, blond hair was pulled back from her face, showing me that, unlike her sister Whitney, she wasn’t wearing any makeup. She had on a nice top, one that wasn’t overly tight across her tits, yet still showed their feminine curves perfectly. The jeans she wore made her legs look like they went on forever, despite her being so tiny. I knew, if she turned around, they would be cupping her sweet ass in a way that just thinking about it made my mouth water and my dick thic
ken painfully.
She stood talking to Flick and Kelli, a red solo cup in one hand that she started to lift to her luscious mouth. Her hand was lifted only halfway when she spotted me, and I was powerless to look away.
Fuck, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. For years, I had wanted to fuck her, but her friendship with my brother had meant that I had to keep my hands to myself. So, I kept my distance, even though it had been difficult at times, and tried to forget about her. Lately, that had gotten harder and harder to do, and I seemed to turn into a real fucking asshole whenever she was around, just to hide my reaction to her. More than once, I had been a dick to her, and I didn’t like that I had made her cry. Regardless, it was the only way I could keep my distance.
Still trapped in her gaze, I moved through the room, putting more space between us in a hope to control my body’s reaction to her. It wasn’t lost on me that my dick had gotten so hard it was nearly breaking through the zipper of my jeans at just a look from that female.
It would be insanity to fuck her. Colt would kill me. Raven would probably help him, too. She didn’t have a soft spot for many people, but Quinn was one of them. Even the uncles all loved her, something that couldn’t be said for her three sisters: Heather, Whitney, and Amanda. How Quinn had come from the same mother as those bitches, I wasn’t sure, but she didn’t belong with them.
Quinn seemed to be just as entranced as I was. She had never been able to hide her reaction to me. That was part of why I’d had to try even harder to ignore her over the years. A man could get addicted to having someone worship him like she had always seemed to do me, but I knew I would have ruined her. I wasn’t the kind of guy who could settle down with one woman. I needed variety, and just the thought of only fucking one female for the rest of my life scared the hell out of me.
That didn’t stop me from wanting her so badly it was a physical pain.
Someone moved in front of her, forcefully breaking our connection.
She turned away, and I came back to reality.
I couldn’t go down that road with Quinn. She would only get hurt, and I would end up in a shallow grave somewhere in the woods.
Lifting the beer I had almost forgotten was in my hand to my lips, I took a long swallow as I headed for the room I always used when I slept at the clubhouse.
