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Rook’s old man never had a problem snagging willing snatch. He had no idea how his father did it, but he did. Rook only hoped he’d be just as good at it when he was Dutch’s age. Not that his father was ancient or anything, but he was certainly past his prime.
Rook also wouldn’t be surprised if his old man crashed the rest of the night in that empty room since he was sure Dutch was trashed. The man loved to party until he passed out, usually using his naked companion as a blanket.
Rook shook his head.
Shade and Chelle had taken their kids home earlier, too, not allowing even the twenty-one-year-old Maddie to stay behind. Not when Shade couldn’t keep an eye on her and not when he knew the direction most parties went later in the night. Maddie didn’t look eager to leave when she was dragged out of there.
Shade would have fun keeping Chelle’s oldest daughter from ending up riding a sweet butt’s face as the sweet butt was getting fucked at the same time.
That actually caused a half-grin and made his dick twitch more than watching Ozzy nail Lizzy. Everyone was used to those two just getting it on whenever and wherever. Lizzy was a regular in Ozzy’s bed, even though she wasn’t his ol’ lady and belonged to the whole club, like her new cut stated.
If Ozzy wanted the sweet butt to be unavailable to any of his brothers, he’d need to swap out that bottom rocker with one bearing his name. Until then, she was fair game.
To distract himself, Rook tried to picture Maddie in Angel’s spot, riding Lizzy’s face, but that fantasy turned quickly into Jet replacing Lizzy while Rook took Ozzy’s place at the end of the bar.
Then he wondered if Jet would mind eating out another woman while he fucked her. Weren’t most female pigs a lesbian or at least swung both ways?
Huh.
Now his half-chub began to grow.
Cassie and Judge, along with their daughter, Daisy, also left around the same time as Judge’s sister, Jemma. Judge made sure their house mouse, the now nineteen-year-old Saylor, went along with them, since his son Ry was home from college for Christmas and had his own room in the bunkhouse. It was not only smart to keep a wild Saylor away from a hormonal Ry but to avoid seeing her older brother, Rev, banging Crystal right in front of anyone who wanted to watch.
Not that Saylor hadn’t seen a lot of similar action since she came to live with Judge and Cassie. But still, it was one thing watching someone unrelated, it was another when it was your own brother.
Though, Rook had seen his own brother and father getting their rocks off plenty of times. It would be different if he had a sister…
When Rook glanced over toward that corner of church again, Trip and Stella were gone.
Yeah, they only stayed long enough to get worked up. If it wasn’t blue ball weather right now, they probably wouldn’t wait to get inside the farmhouse first.
It looked like Whip was done already since Crystal now had her hands planted on his shoulders to brace herself against Rev’s harsh pounding. A few more thrusts and Rev’s blond head was thrown back as he pulled out, yanked off the wrap and shot his load all over Crystal’s ass.
Just then, Reilly came through the door that separated the bunkhouse from church. She took one glance at the bus bench, her chin snapped back, she frowned and her mouth got tight. After a few more seconds, her gaze hit the bar and landed on the Ozzy action and she shook her head. When she spotted Rook, she headed in his direction with her scowl now a big smile. That made him worry.
Fuck.
She settled on a stool next to him, grabbed the JB bottle and tipped it to her lips.
“Why you still here?” he demanded as he watched her throat roll. He wondered if she spat or swallowed.
“Why not?” she asked when she was done taking a long pull.
“Reese know you’re still here?”
She rolled her green eyes at him. “Umm. First of all, she’s not my mother. Second, even if she was, the last time I checked my driver’s license, it indicated I’m twenty-five years old. Why do people forget that?”
“Maybe ‘cause they don’t want Reese rippin’ off their balls with an evil smile and a cackle.”
Reilly laughed in a way that said that long pull on the bourbon bottle wasn’t her first. Or her second.
“You drunk?” he asked her with narrowed eyes.
Hers narrowed, too. “Didn’t know I answered to you, either.”
“You answer to all of us, Reilly. You wanna be a part of this club, then that’s the fuck how it is. You walk around here like you belong, but you ain’t a sweet butt, you ain’t an ol’ lady, you—“
