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Lisa laughs, shaking her head. “No. But he has a tattoo on his ring finger.” She wiggles her finger with her engagement ring on it.
“Like, he got a wedding ring tattooed on it?”
“No. It’s candy in a wrapper. His ring will sit on the stripes of the candy wrapper.”
“But your name is Lisa?” I am completely confused.
“He says I’m sweet like candy,” she laughs. Oh. Cute. “He likes how ‘innocent’ I am.”
I think of the way Palmer looks at Lisa. It makes sense. Lisa snorts at the look on my face, rolling her eyes.
“He’s constantly making me less innocent,” she grumbles. “He is teaching me to be ‘professional’ at the clubhouse.”
“Professional, how?”
“He comes in and has sex with me a lot in my office. Usually, when I’m in the middle of a phone call.”
My eyebrows shoot up. I can’t help it. “That sounds kind of hot.”
“It’s so fucking hot,” Lisa agrees, nodding fervently as we both dissolve into giggles.
Lisa starts telling me about the clubhouse, their hierarchy, and the other old ladies. Also, about the groupies, the heavily tattooed women who were so hostile to Sophie and me that night at the clubhouse. They are territorial about the bikers, and Lisa had several unpleasant encounters with them before Palmer put a ring on it.
“I only had to go to the hospital once,” she says brightly. I wrinkle my nose. Is she crazy? Once is too many. “Palmer was so pissed. I’m surprised Joey didn’t wind up dead somewhere.”
Okay. That went to a dark place. Lisa rolls her eyes at me, shrugging.
“You get used to it.”
“The dark jokes?” She can’t hear the hope in my tone, but she tips her head to the side, smirking.
“Sure. The dark jokes.”
Although I can’t tell if she’s kidding, Lisa still seems more relaxed, comfortable, and at home with her biker than anyone I know back home in Pinedale. I want this kind of contentment. Not what Sophie is settling for, changing her whole personality to fit in with his world. I don’t want that for me.
MERCH
The clubhouse is loud and smoky. Just my kind of place. Palmer and Lisa are nowhere to be seen – so they’re fucking in her office. I hope they’re done soon. I’m going out of my skull with boredom.
Viper saves me, striding over and grinning. Thank Christ. Dahlia is gorgeous, and she’s a fun fuck. But the woman is a structural engineer for the city. It's mind-numbing when she talks about work and that shit… fuck.
When Viper appears, Dahlia’s chatter about load-bearing bridge beams cuts out. And not a second too soon. She’s rubbing against me, but at least she’s giggling and batting her lashes instead of talking.
“How’re things?”
Viper smirks at me, lifting his eyebrows. “It’s an experience.” He tips his head at Dahlia. Ah. The groupies swarming. Yeah, it’s certainly that.
“Taking advantage?”
“You fucking know it.” Viper grins, a definite swagger in his stance.
“You heard from Archer recently?”
“Yeah,” Viper sighs. “Doc Menzies has him trying some new drug. The weed helps. He was talking about maybe moving to Oregon with his old lady.”
I nod slowly. Poor guy. I can’t think of a worse fate than what he’s facing. Dahlia’s hand drops to my dick, rubbing it through my jeans. She’s a good fuck, but she’s not what is revving my engine right now. Shelley’s little snub nose and all that dark hair float through my mind. Brushing Dahlia’s hand away from my dick, I smirk down at her.
“Not happening tonight.”
