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I snorted. “You think I’m gay?”
“Well, it would explain why you’re not fucking any of the kittens.”
“I suppose it would. I’m not gay. My taste in women has changed. I don’t want to share with my brothers anymore.”
“Oh.” She twisted her lips as she considered my words. “I don’t even know why I’m here. I got more action before I became a kitten.”
“Then you should leave,” I told her bluntly. “Honestly, we don’t need kittens anymore.” Seventy-five percent of the members were either married or had old ladies. The purpose of having kittens was nearly obsolete.
She screwed up her face. “Eventually, Hollywood, Maddox, and Ryder will get patched, and there’s Copper and Wolf.”
I glanced at Copper and Wolf. “Yeah, but they haven’t been with you either, right? And Ryder has a girl he’s pining over.”
“That still leaves two prospects, Maddox and Hollywood.” She just refused to see she wasn’t needed in the club.
I shook my head and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Believe what you want, Becca. I really don’t care what you think.”
“You’re an asshole.”
I laughed and stalked toward the exit, throwing a hand up at my brothers.
Sugar’s bedroom was two doors down from mine. Her boys had rooms in the dorms. She’d talked about getting a place of her own but had yet to take the step moving off the compound. I was sure it had to do with the memory of her late husband. The clubhouse had been her home for twenty years.
I stopped at her door and listened. If she was crying, I’d knock.
Her room was quiet.
I had to tread carefully. If I pushed Eve before she was ready to take the leap with me, I could lose her.
I couldn’t lose her.
Her warmth and sass were oxygen to my lungs. She was the most beautiful woman inside and out and sinfully sexy. Now that I’d tasted her lips and felt her needy pussy squeezing my cock, no other woman could hold a candle to her.
I only wanted Eve.
She was mine.
I put my hand on her door as if I could send my love through it.
I’m not giving up on us.
I escorted my client out to the waiting room to ring him up. The young dude’s face was red and he held his bicep. Some guys didn’t handle getting a tattoo well. This one had shed a few tears. It was his first so I’d give him a pass.
Ava smiled at us and took the slip I handed her. “Thanks, Art. Ire and I are going to Dairy Queen for lunch. Want us to bring you back anything?”
I thought for a moment. “Yeah, an Oreo Blizzard.” I sat on the barstool next to Ava.
“You got it.” She turned her attention to Randy. “That’ll be ninety-eight even.”
He passed her some cash. “Keep the change for his tip.”
“Thanks, man. Wanna make your second appointment? I’m booked out to September.”
“Uh…” He rubbed the bandage. His mom had recently died and he’d wanted to honor her with a custom tattoo. I’d only gotten her name and the outline of the butterflies finished before he’d had enough. “I’ll call to schedule the next session.”
Right. He wouldn’t be coming back.
“No problem.” Ava handed him a business card. “Have a good day.”
