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“Mostly kept on the move. Only stayed a handful of places for more than a coupla months.”
“Manning Grove is one of them.” When he didn’t say anything, she turned toward him. “Is it because you get bored easily, too?” Hopefully she wouldn’t be in Manning Grove long enough for him to get bored with her. She knew she wasn’t the most exciting person and she didn’t live the most exciting life.
She never tried to draw attention to herself and for her whole life she’d been fine standing in the background and observing. But these past couple of days with Ozzy had shown her what she’d been missing.
“Got a hard time sittin’ in one place too long.”
“But you’ve been here since you were an Original, right? That’s a long time from what I’m gathering.”
He shook his head. “Left the Grove after the Fury imploded over twenty-two years ago. Only came back once Trip resurrected the club.”
“Do you consider Manning Grove home now?”
“Home is the back of my sled. Wherever that’s parked, I call home.”
Interesting. “A real rolling stone.”
“Bein’ a nomad’s in my blood.”
Then it was best that the time they spent together wouldn’t lead to anything more. She’d already dealt with one man in her life who couldn’t stick with anything, she certainly didn’t need to deal with that again.
At least he was upfront about it. Unlike Darren.
“So, I’m dying to know… What’s a sweet butt?” She didn’t like the term and had a feeling she wouldn’t like the definition, either. But instead of assuming, she’d let him explain…
Ozzy groaned under his breath. He was hoping she forgot about that, but of fucking course, she didn’t.
And, of course, just his fucking luck, that was exactly when the front door to The Barn opened and one of them walked through it.
Brandy immediately spotted them, a huge smile crossed her face and she headed in their direction.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“What’s wrong?” Shay asked, her brow furrowed as her gaze bounced from Brandy to him.
“She’s a sweet butt.”
“I don’t understand. What makes her a sweet butt?”
Before he could answer, Brandy reached them, immediately leaning into him like she always did. The sweet butts tended to be handsy, except with the brothers who had an ol’ lady. They knew better than to touch one of them without permission, not if they wanted to remain a part of the club. “Hey, Oz.”
He peeled her hand off his chest. “Brandy, go find someone else tonight.”
“What?” Her eyebrows pinched together. “Why? Are you mad at me for something?”
“Ain’t mad at you. Just busy.”
Brandy’s eyes flicked quickly to Shay and back. “I’m willing—”
He quickly cut her off. “Know you are. Appreciate that. Now’s not the time.” He arched an eyebrow at her, hoping she picked up what he was putting down.
Of course, she fucking didn’t.
Brandy’s light brown eyes landed on the woman sitting next to him and stuck. “You’re not into it?”
“Into what?” Shay asked her.
For fuck’s sake. “Brandy.”
“Threesomes.”
Fuck.
“Brandy,” he growled in warning.
Shay’s eyes sliced back and forth between Brandy and him.
Fuck.
“You’re not even going to introduce us?”
He considered Shay’s question. If she was going to be hanging around the club, gathering info for the websites, she needed to know what and who the sweet butts were. He just didn’t want to explain it to her in front of one.
Unfortunately, he might not have a fucking choice.
He didn’t blame Brandy for not reading the room before bringing up a threesome because normally he’d jump on that offer.
Just because Shay got comfortable with him sucking her toes and rimming her ass last night, didn’t mean she’d be okay with munching down on another woman’s pussy. Or having another woman eat out hers.
But, for fuck’s sake, so far, she’d been pretty open-minded. If she was into trying it…
He shook himself mentally. Don’t overwhelm her, asshole.
“Shay, this is Brandy.”
Shay jutted out a hand. “Hi, Brandy, nice to meet you.”
Brandy smiled down at Shay’s extended hand, took it, then shook it briefly. “Hi, Shay. You’re new around here.”
Pointing out the obvious seemed to be a requirement for being a sweet butt.
“I’m only in town for a short time,” Shay said.
“Oh, but that doesn’t mean we can’t—”
Ozzy cut her off. “Brandy, what are you?”
The sweet butt’s head spun toward him. “What do you mean?”
“Who d’you belong to?” he asked her.
Confusion filled her face. “The club.”
“What are you to the club?”
“A sweet butt,” she answered automatically.
He continued. “What d’you do for the club?”
“Whatever you guys want me to do.”
He’d avoided looking at Shay while he asked those questions.
“Why are you asking me those questions?”
Ozzy tipped his head toward Shay. “She wanted to know what a sweet butt was.”
Brandy’s confusion quickly fled and her face lit up. She moved until she was wedged between Ozzy’s knees and leaned her shoulder into his chest so she could face Shay. “Oh! Sure. Let me explain.”
