Cupping her face, I tilt her head up so our eyes lock. “I swear, he’s fine, hellcat. I wouldn’t lie to you.” She searches my eyes and finally nods her head, releasing a shaky breath. “Now, let’s go take care of your other man.” I plop her on the back of my bike, climb on the front, and get us on our way home.
Logan cuddles up to my back, roving her hands under my shirt, along the inside of my thighs, and over my throbbing dick until I use one hand to hold both of hers still, slapping the outside of her thigh in warning.
She settles down, not by much, and when we turn into the clubhouse, the only remaining sign of the bloodbath is the stained gravel of the road. “What is all that?” she asks. Oh, and the bullet holes in the club’s siding. That’ll take some work to patch up.
“That’s nothing,” I respond, and from the look on her face, I can tell she doesn’t believe me. “Where’s Trista?” Distracting her might be the only way out of explaining what happened tonight.
Her face breaks out into a stunning smile as she talks animatedly, using her hands. “She’s got a small apartment in town. She interviewed at Euphoria tonight, too; she’ll be a dancer, though. She definitely has the personality for it. We’re going to have lunch this week, then go shopping for some outfits for her.” I nod along as I guide her inside. The room is solemn, and she picks up on it. “Viking, is everything okay?”
“Yeah, hellcat, just lots going on.”
Dick really fucked up this time, and I suspect Brute is figuring out the best way to deal with him that doesn’t fuck over the club.
When she spots Priest lounging on the couch, her gasp grabs his attention, and he opens his arms wide for her. “Pathetic,” I mutter. The fucker acts like he went ten rounds with Mike Tyson and just barely survived to tell the tale.
“Are you okay?” She stops short in front of him, worried she’ll hurt him if she hops into his lap like she wants to.
Picking her up by the waist, I plop her down. The fucker groans like I hurt him.
“Shut the fuck up, man. You’re fine.”
Logan glares at me before turning back to him and brushing her fingers through his hair.
“I’m fine, sprite. It was just a graze.” His hands immediately go to her ass under her skirt, pulling her in tight to his dick. Leaving them alone, I walk behind the bar to grab a beer and a shot of whiskey.
“I don’t know how you guys fucking do it,” Swamp says as he types away on a computer. I suspect he’s looking into the men we took out tonight and why they tried to kill us. Between him and Easy, they can find out just about anything.
“Do what?” I ask, tossing back the whiskey, savoring the warm, slight burn as it glides down my throat.
His steady gaze meets mine now as he pauses. “Share a woman. You and Priest, Brute and Axl, how are you making it work?”
Shrugging, I’m not sure how to answer. “I don’t know, man. The right woman just makes it easy, I guess.”
“The right woman,” he mutters, like I’ve unlocked Pandora’s box. “How do you know she’s right?”
“We’re getting a little too mushy here, man.” I slap him on the shoulder, but he’s dead serious. “Fuck, I don’t know. Logan was just…she didn’t try to choose between us. She accepted our interest as a unit rather than a competition.” That’s the only way I can think to explain it.
Spinning the computer around, he shows me an image of a woman—pretty red hair, bright green eyes, early twenties, I suspect. Then he flips the image to a video of the same woman locked in a dog cage in a windowless room. Her green eyes look dead, and her red hair is caked in dirt. They look nothing alike, and yet their features are exactly the same.
“She’s one of the girls those assholes are trafficking, and I can’t fucking stop thinking about her.” His eyes stray to where Easy sits with Macy in his lap. He doesn’t even look interested in the woman. “He’s seeing things the same as me, but he’s a hell of a lot more territorial than I am.”
“You think he’ll push you out.” Swamp nods sharply. “Don’t let him. Pull rank if you have to. You’ve been here longer.” He smirks but turns thoughtful. “Look, man,” I continue. “She’s already fucked up. There’s no way she’ll just want two men once you find her anyway. You don’t know her damage. Wait to find out.”
“You’re right, man.” He stands up, walks to an office, and slams the door shut. A minute later, Easy follows him in, and there’s a loud crash, which means they’re fighting, and honestly, I don’t want to fucking deal with it.
Striding to Priest and Logan, I grab a chunk of her hair and gently pull her off his lap. The feisty woman giggles at the way I drag her upstairs. “Woman, you are not who you seemed to be when you first stepped into this club.”
Turning in my arms once we’re in the middle of the room, she doesn’t hesitate to push her skirt down her hips while I keep hold of her. “Maybe it’s because you guys make me feel safe, like I can be who I want to be and explore myself knowing nothing bad will happen.”
Priest enters the room and slams the door shut. “That was fucking rude, man.”
“Suck it up, princess,” I jab.
He slaps me as he passes and drops onto the bed.
“Asshole,” I mutter, and Logan snickers, the sound gut-punching me. Her happiness right now is due to us. A big fucking responsibility, if you ask me. I snap at her, “You’re not naked,” when she rolls her eyes at me.
Spinning her around so fast she can’t stop from wobbling, I toss her on the bed face down and swat her bare ass five times in quick succession. She squeals when I press her face into the comforter, but I don’t believe it’s because it hurts. She fucking likes it, and sliding a hand between her thighs confirms it. She’s soaking wet and pulsing, ready for an orgasm and a good hard fucking.
