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“I have to pee,” I blurt out, turning on my heel and hurrying away from Shelley, and Viper, past the pool tables, and into the restroom.
I hide in the stall for as long as I think I can get away with, emerging and slowly washing my hands. Please let Shelley be ready to go home soon.
Staring at myself in the mirror, my cheeks heat up. I’m not dressed for a bar. No wonder Viper wants to let sexy women rub themselves all over him. I’m in a baggy T-shirt and yoga pants! There is not a single universe in which this is a party outfit.
Turning away from my disappointing reflection, I walk back out, my eyes darting around for Shelley. She’s where I left her. Thankfully, Viper isn’t with her. My gaze skates over where he is standing near the bar, along from Shelley’s table, chatting with another biker. This time, there are no groupies all over him.
Viper’s eyes meet mine, and I quickly look away. I don’t want to do something stupid – like cry – how embarrassing would that be? Keeping my eyes turned away, I hurry back to Shelley, slipping in beside her. She’s talking to Vicky, the groupie who does her hair.
I offer a tight smile to them, staring at the table. Vicky’s chin digs into my shoulder as she leans in close, her lips brushing my ear.
“I’ve never even tried to fuck Viper. Don’t worry. He’s not my type.”
My eyes dart up to meet hers, relief flooding through me. Shelley is smirking, nodding along on Vicky’s other side.
“If they’re under forty, Vicky doesn’t want to know them,” she laughs.
Vicky runs her fingers through my ponytail. “You need to come and see me at the salon sometime. I could work wonders with this hair. It’s so soft!”
The salon. Where Joey works. I grimace, wrinkling my nose. Vicky watches my face and shrugs.
“Or I can come to your place. I do home visits for Lena Shaw and Hope Killen. I can add you to my rotation.”
A haircut at home and no chance of running into Joey?
“That sounds heavenly.”
“Perfect. I’m guessing a weekend will work better since you’re busy at the creche during the week?”
“It better be a weekend. I’ll kill you if you leave me hanging with all those rugrats,” Shelley interjects, shuddering dramatically.
“A weekend would be great if it’s not too much trouble.”
“Awesome!” Vicky flashes me a grin, still playing with my hair. “I’ll text you to organize a time for next weekend.”
“I heard Lisa wants bangs,” Shelley laughs. Vicky turns, looking horrified.
“Over my dead body will that be happening!”
They laugh and chat about hairstyles, Vicky’s arm still slung around my waist. Glancing around, my eyes meet Viper’s again, and I quickly look away, giving all my attention to the discussion about the merits of dry shampoo for styling.
VIPER
Swallowing another mouthful of whiskey, my eyes drift back to the bar table across the room. Shelley and Vicky are doing shots, laughing and chatting while Naomi isn’t drinking anything, standing with them and staring at the table.
She’s been avoiding my eye all night. I don’t fucking like it. I also have no ideawhyshe would be avoiding me. At first, I thought maybe she was embarrassed because we fucked here in the clubhouse. But as the night has worn on, I don’t think that’s it.
I’ve fucked her loads of places her goody-two-shoes sensibilities might think are inappropriate. She’s never been bothered by it before. I think she secretly gets off on semi-public sex. I know I do.
Paige comes over, giggling with Justice and rubbing herself against me. I wish she’d knock it the fuck off. My cock is sated. He was buried in Naomi before I came out to the bar, and he’ll be buried in her again when we get home. Why would he be interested in some groupie?
“Things are getting crazy on the South Side,” Justice sighs, knocking back his beer. “The other day, we were called out to a shooting. I think people are actually starting to give up on the police and making us their first call. It’s fucking nuts.”
I nod, my eyes glued to the side of Naomi’s head. “We thought there was an uptick in calls from the Southies. How does that sit with your formal training?”
“Fuck off, cunt. You know I put the whole cop lifestyle behind me when I walked away from the force.” Justice’s voice is good-natured, but I know his two years of training as a cop is a sore spot for him.
Paige’s hand swirls lower, and I bite back a sigh. Seriously, can’t she take a fucking hint? I haven’t even looked at her since she came over here. Her fingers brush my cock, and I’m done.
