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I rolled my eyes and patted my back pocket to make sure I had money and my ID. “I don’t care what you do as long as you’re not too drunk to help me get everything back to the room.” Dove would more than likely drive me insane if she stood in line with me.
Dove tsked and flitted her hand at me. “I can handle my booze, woman. I just want you to know that I may not know what right now, but you are going to owe me huge for this weekend.”
I adjusted the messy bun on top of my head in the mirror and quirked my lips. “I look like a hot mess.” My purple hair was a literal rat’s nest on top of my head, my makeup had all but melted off my face, and I had given up trying to pull my shorts out of my non-existent thigh gap. My thighs were eating my shorts, and I wasn’t going to get them back until I got undressed later.
“You got the hot part right, Sloane. You are hardly a mess, though.” Dove moved next to me and put her arm around my shoulders. “Now, let’s get going because I think there were Jell-O shots by the moonshine.”
“This is a book signing, Dove, not a frat party.”
She winked at me in the mirror. “Oh, Sloane, I more than know that. Those frat boys wouldn’t know what to do with a room full of sexy romance authors and readers.”
Now that was something I could more than agree with.
Book signings were a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and Motorcycles, Mobsters and Mayhem was no exception.
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Drop a Gear and Disappear
Chapter One
Quinn
A lady in the streets and a freak in the bed...
“COME WITH ME, BABY.”
Kimber rolled into my side. “I’ll pass.”
I looked down at her naked body and ran my fingers over her smooth, flawless skin. “You’re gonna have to come there one day.”
“But today is not that day, Quinn.”
“It’s Gear, baby.”
She snorted and tipped her head back to look at me. “Okay, Quinn.”
I fucking hated my name, yet Kimber insisted on calling me it even though I finally got my road name from the Rolling Devils. “You gotta learn to tolerate the club, baby. I know you don’t like it, but you gotta not hate it.”
“Mmhmm,” she hummed under her breath and laid her head back on my shoulder. Her hand slid across the expanse of my chest, and her fingers trailed over the tattoo of an eagle holding a skull. “But you don’t need to leave just yet,” she whispered.
“Soon.”
“Maybe I need to remind you what will be waiting for you while you’re fetching beers for all of your club buddies.”
“I do more than that.”
“Right,” she drawled.
At least on normal days, I did more than that. On nights like tonight, I did basically just fetch beer and booze the whole time. “So what exactly are you going to do to make me not forget about you?”
She rolled onto her back and slowly raised her hands over her head. “It’s more like, what are you going to do.”
I turned onto my side and slid my hand down between her tits. “Daddy’s choice?” I whispered.
Her eyes flared with desire.
I was a lucky fucker to have Kimber in my bed.
