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“How bad was it?” he asks, not getting the hint that I ain’t here to be sociable.
“It’s a good job I came,” is all I tell him as I toss him the keys to the cage that I had to borrow, then I take the half-smoked blunt from the inside of my pocket and light it up. What Cliff did to that girl proves how unhinged he is, his lame attempt at covering it up makes me question if he wanted her found.
“Good to see ya.” Tawk lifts his chin at me as he steps in from the side door that leads out to the balcony overlooking the beach. Inside here is dark and gloomy, but it’s much better than being out there.
“How ya holdin’ up?” I make sure there ain’t anyone around to hear me when I do my duty and check he’s okay. Tawk may have left Colorado to chase after pussy, but he’s still our brother. He’s keeping his ear to the ground and learning a little about who we can trust around here.
“It’s… different,” he tells me. “Tense.”
“I can see that.” I look across to the other side of the room where three of Cliff’s clingers are staring at us. Me being here seems to have everyone suspicious instead of fuckin’ grateful. Cliff hasn’t even bothered to fuckin’ thank me for riding my ass all the way out here and taking care of his shit.
“Well, it’s good to see a… friendly face,” Tawk assures me, smiling a little awkwardly when I snigger back at him.
“I’m gettin’ outta here. If I leave now I can be back home by mornin’.”
“Not so fast.” Tawk grabs my arm, then when my eyes stare coldly at his hand he slowly retracts it.
“Follow me. I’ve got a surprise for ya.” I frown as I follow him through the clubhouse out to the balcony. A few of the other Long Beach members are staring down onto the beach, their tongues hanging out their mouths like thirsty dogs.
“Come get a fix of this.” Their prospect gestures his head over the railings at whatever's got their attention and Tawk tries to hide his smirk.
“I ain’t fuckin’ interested. I’m outta here,” I tell him.
“Oh, I think ya will be.” Tawk crosses his arms over his chest and looks all smug.
“Jesus.” I heave out a breath and take a step forward so I can see what all the fuss is about. It makes me wanna take each one of these men and hang ‘em by their balls.
“Hey, baby.” Rogue sits up from the sunbed she’s lounging on down on the beach as she drags her sunglasses down her nose. She twists her slender legs around and gets up, swaying her hips and lookin’ smokin’ fuckin hot in the bright pink bikini she’s wearing.
“Wait… is she?” Long Beach’s Prospect looks like he’s ‘bout to crap his pants.
“A heads up would’ve been good, Tawk.” The one they call Dev shoves Tawk in the chest, yet he still doesn’t take his eyes off her. None of ‘em fuckin’ do.
“I will scoop every one of your eyeballs out with a spoon and feed ‘em to your prospect,” I warn them under my breath as she gets closer. She stands below the balcony holding the huge sun hat she’s wearing on her head as she looks up at me.
“Surprised to see me?” She smiles, running her tongue over her pink-painted lips.
She doesn’t wait for an answer before she races up the stairs, not caring that she loses that sun hat when she leaps into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist.
“Maybe not surprised but definitely excited.” Her eyes drop seductively between us as my hand grips the back of the bikini bottoms she’s wearing and pulls them into a thong.
“Now, how about you show me how much you’ve missed me?” She dangles a room key in front of my face.
* * *
Rogue is practically skipping as she leads me back through the clubhouse, past the drained-out swimming pool, and toward the three-story motel building that is part of the Long Beach compound.
She kisses me like we’ve been apart for months instead of hours as she drags me up the stairs to the second floor and fumbles with the key in the lock. Her lips find mine again once we’re inside and her tongue invades my mouth like she’s been starved of it.
“Rogue, we ain’t fuckin’ in here,” I tell her.
“Oh, we are. I took a plane ride especially.” She slides the cut off my back and starts lifting up my shirt.
“Rogue, I can’t.” I grab both her arms and hold her back.
“It looks to me as if it ain’t gonna be a problem.” Once again her eyes drop down to the bulge in my jeans, and just the attention of them makes it fuckin’ throb.
“This place is filthy,” I point out the fuckin’ obvious. The Long Beach brothers have no pride in their club, they invite anyone off the beach to use these rooms for ruttin’ in.
