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“Just dealin’ with business, Chelle. Go grab us a drink, yeah?”
After she planted a claiming kiss to his cheek and glared at me, which was unnecessary, she swayed her hips over to the bar.
Straightening, I smiled at Tech when he looked my way. “I’ll leave you both to it. When you’re not busy, come find me.” I poked him in the side and walked away. If I looked at Country, I worried he and Tech would see something I didn’t want to show.
At the bar, as far away from the roach as possible, I placed my empty glass down and waited for the new prospect’s attention.
“Dusty, settle something for me.” Gun and Saint stepped up beside me. Over their shoulders, I caught another glare from the roach. What was her problem? I hadn’t flirted with Country in front of her, and I tried to keep my gazes non-stalkerish. Did he tell her we’d slept together? If he did, he must have mentioned how long ago the last time was.
Six months, two days, and fourteen hours.
That’s what I got for having a good memory.
Ignoring her, I smiled at the two men in front of me. “What do you need settled?”
“Prospect,” Saint suddenly called. “Get Dusty the usual, yeah?”
“On it.”
Gun clapped, and my gaze switched back to him after a grateful smile to Saint. “Right, tell Saint that you think it’s better to give head than receive it.”
It was lucky I wasn’t drinking anything. I still gaped like a fish, not expecting that type of question.
“Wouldn’t it be better to ask Wreck and Lucas or West and Adrik, since you all have to”—I leaned in to whisper—“suck dick, and it’s different for me because I have a vagina, and I don’t have a partner?”
Gun shook his head. “Doesn’t matter about you having a pussy—”
“Poor girl,” Saint muttered.
Gun and I stared at him. “You think I’m a poor girl for having a vagina?”
“Babe” was all he said, an amused glint in his eyes.
“I think I’m offended on her behalf.” Gun smacked Saint in the stomach. “She’s fine the way she is, even with her having a pussy.”
We were starting to gain some looks, since Gun spoke loudly. My face burned, and I quickly took a gulp of my drink that the prospect placed on the bar.
“Can we stop talking about my vagina?” I urged frantically.
Gun winked. “Will do, as long as you answer the question. Do you prefer to give or receive?”
“You seriously want me to answer it?”
“Yes.”
“But why?” It may have sounded a little whiny.
“Saint’s a greedy bastard who likes to receive over give, but I’ll forgive the douche if we get more people to agree with his side.”
“And if I don’t, then you’ll be shitty at Saint for a while?”
Gun nodded. “Yes.”
Grinning evilly, I clicked my fingers and pointed at Gun. “I’d rather give.”
Saint snorted. “She’s only sayin’ it because she wants you pissed at me for sayin’ what I did about her and her pussy.”
“Oh my God, stop talking about my pu—vagina,” I bit out in a low tone. “But seriously, I’m telling the truth.” I did prefer to give a nice head job than receive one in return, as I always got shy when a guy was between my legs. I didn’t understand why men enjoyed doing that to women when it was like an open wound down there.
