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“Whoa, whoa. Just want kind of books are you guys reading?” Fade asked.
Dove raised her arm and circled her finger around. “This right here, drama, and hot sex in the bathroom, bedroom, sometimes the kitchen table, and if she’s really reading a dirty one, it doesn’t matter where they are.”
Sloane closed her eyes and dropped her chin to her chest.
“Hell yeah,” Stretch called. “That sounds like some shit I would read.”
“You think I can borrow some of your books?” Fade asked.
I could tell Sloane was embarrassed as hell. “Knock it off,” I called.
“Why?” Fade asked. “I’m serious as fuck. It’s pretty fucking cool that she reads shit like that. Probably way better than reading about rocket science or the weather.”
“The weather?” Sloane busted out. “Who on earth would think that is what I read?”
Cue Ball stood and held out both of his arms. “Everyone shut up. I need you to clarify something for me.”
Oh, Jesus.
“This is going to be good,” Stretch muttered.
Dove pulled out her phone and took a photo of Cue Ball. “You look like God in that painting of the last supper.”
“Did you just call me God?” Cue Ball asked.
Dove rolled her eyes and put her phone back in her pocket. “Should have kept my mouth shut.”
“Spit out whatever you want to say, Cue Ball,” Pirate grumbled.
He circled his finger in the air. “All of these chicks in this room sit all innocent reading their books when they’re actually reading about throbbing cocks and motorcycles?”
Sloane shrugged, “I mean, there's more to it, but those two things do seem to happen in most of the books women here read. There is a story to most of them, though,” she pointed out.
“Don’t let her fool you,” Dove laughed. “Sloane loves her books, and she will fight anyone to the death who even dares to talk bad about them. I just love giving her shit.”
“You only shit on the ones you love,” Sloane laughed.
Cue Ball threw his hands in the air. “That’s it. I’m going to find me a bookworm and see if she wants to test out book scenes with me.”
All the guys except for Dice spread out around the bar area.
“I’m going to get a drink,” Dove called.
“The waitress should be around soon,” Dice replied.
Dove shook her head. “Nah, I think I need to walk. I’m starting to sober up, and I need another drink now.”
Dove made her way over to the bar, and Dice stood. “I’ll just keep an eye on her.”
I nodded and reached for a mozzarella stick.
“Maybe I should go with Dove.” Sloane pushed her chair back, and I laid my hand on her arm.
“She’ll be fine, babe. Dice will make sure nothing happens to her,” I reassured her.
“But what if Dice is the thing that could happen to her?” she countered.
I shook my head. “Not sure what all goes on in your books, but I can tell you it’s not all true if you think me and the Iron Fiends are the bad guys.”
