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“Then where?” she asked quietly, keeping an eye on everyone else in The Barn. She didn’t want anyone sneaking up and overhearing them.
Being a Wednesday night, not as many people were around, unlike on a weekend and especially after a club run. Castle sat in a corner on one of the old bus benches with Angel straddling his lap. She was hanging all over him and he didn’t seem to mind one bit. Now that he wasn’t a prospect, Tess wouldn’t be surprised if Angel went down on him right there in front of everyone, or if she pulled his jeans down and her short skirt high enough so she could ride him.
All the sweet butts had been waiting for the moment he got his full set of patches. As soon as he did, they had pounced. For the first few days after getting patched-in, he walked around wearing a lazy, satisfied smile even though he looked like he’d been ridden hard and put away wet.
Nico and Rex were shooting a game of pool while sucking down beer. Nico now wore a cut that included his prospect bottom rocker and new name, Nickel. He got both as soon as Easy had handed over his old sled. Rex would be wearing one soon, too, once he got his own ride.
Eddie, the drummer for The Synners, sat on another bus bench, making out with some woman Tessa didn’t know. He’d been pushing his luck with Trip lately by putting off his decision to either become a prospect or go find somewhere else to live. Now he’d brought a stranger onto the property, most likely without Trip’s permission first.
She saw Whip and Fallon head out earlier on her Indian Scout, most likely to meet up with his mother for their regular Wednesday night dinner.
Deacon was in Mansfield tonight like he was every weeknight. The only time he didn’t take that trip was if he was needed here for some reason or on the weekends when he and his ol’ lady stayed in the apartment upstairs.
Tessa figured they’d eventually have to give that up now that they had Dane. It was a tiny box compared to Reese’s mountain home.
Earlier, Bones had grabbed a bottle of whiskey and had disappeared into the bunkhouse with Amber.
But Brandy was now headed in their direction with her eyes glued on Easy, reminding Tessa of a spider ready to pounce on a fly caught in its web.
Easy must have spotted her, too, because he quickly asked, “Who’s got Dyna?”
“Cage.”
“Meet me—” Before he could get out the rest, the sweet butt was there, leaning over the bar, her tits practically falling out of her too small, too tight crop top.
The sweet butt apparently never heard of buying the correct size… or a bra.
Brandy stretched across the bar and slid her hand into Easy’s open cut, fisting his T-shirt to pull him closer. “What are you doing, E?”
“Gettin’ a beer.”
Without releasing the grip on Easy’s shirt, Brandy flashed a smile at Tessa. “Hey, Tess.”
“Hey, Brandy.”
The sweet butt with hair the same color as her name turned her attention back to the man she held prisoner. “You want some company?”
“Talkin’ to Tess right now, Bran.”
Bran shrugged, making her unfettered boobs bounce, drawing Easy’s gaze. “After that.”
Tessa turned and leaned a hip against the bar, waiting for Easy to answer. He had every right to say yes to the sweet butt.
Every damn right. And she wouldn’t be able to say a damn word about it.
Not a single word.
She couldn’t hold the man “hostage” when she wasn’t willing to let him do the same to her.
Easy took a loooong sip of his beer. When he was through, he wiped a hand across his mouth to remove any foam clinging to the wiry hairs on his upper lip. Like most of the Fury members, he sported a beard.
His was dark and full, making her own boobs perk as she thought about how deliciously rough it was between her thighs.
Tessa was quickly drawn out of her thoughts when she heard, “My pussy has your name on it tonight.”
Just about to take a sip of beer, she was glad she hadn’t yet, otherwise she would’ve choked on it.
From where she stood, now less than a foot away from Easy, she swore she heard him suck on his teeth.
Was he considering that offer?
Brandy was a lot safer bet than Tessa. Being with Brandy wouldn’t get him in trouble. At least with his president.
His president’s sister was a different story.
Once again she reminded herself that she had no right to any claim on him. Easy didn’t belong to her. Not only that, she had been the one to start this whole thing between them, he hadn’t.
What was happening right now between the sweet butt and Easy was real life, unlike what he and Tessa had been doing.
