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“Just saying, brother. It’s gotta be fine if you’re giving up variety.” He shrugs, tilting the bottle to his lips.
“Dice, shut up, brother, before War knocks the shit out of you,” Mayhem snorts.
Shaking my head at them, I quickly down my beer and leave them to do whatever they’re gonna do the rest of the day.
While out today, I thought a lot about what Gianna said and what I need to do. Before I approach Shyann, I’m gonna give her a chance to come to me. To tell me about the shit, but I’m also going to get Pirate to dig deeper . . . have him find who is threatening my woman.
There’s no way in hell I’m about to lose the one good I’ve finally found in my life.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
SHYANN
One Week Later . . .
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, my nerves are high, and I feel my stomach in knots.
“Baby, it’s a club party. You’ll be fine,” War says reassuringly. He pulls me into his arms and holds me close. “The ol’ ladies are gonna be there and trust me, they’ll look out for you. Plus, you have me, Shyann.”
“But there’s going to be so many people. A lot of them, I don’t know.”
It’s what’s freaking me out. I wouldn’t mind the party so much if it were just the members of the club going to be there, but it’s not. War told me how members of the Devil’s Riot MC are in town and will be at this party.
“I don’t want to embarrass you,” I whisper my fear.
“How could you do that?” he growls, seeming surprised I would say something that’s true.
I’ve been at the clubhouse a few times. I’ve heard what some of the women there say about me. That I’m nothing but a mouse. Okay, so that wasn’t exactly what they said, but I try not to think, nor will I repeat what they actually said. I also won’t tell War about it either. I’m a big girl and can handle it . . . well, ignore it.
I lick my bottom lip nervously and meet his gaze timidly. “Because I’m different. I’m not a biker babe.”
War pulls me flush against his front, one arm locking me to him while the other moves to my hair. He tangles his fingers in the strands tightly but not enough to hurt me. “Shy, you being who you are is why I’m fuckin’ with you. You don’t have to be a biker babe, because your you. A bit different, most definitely sexy as fuck. You get my cock hard just seeing you. If I didn’t find that hippie-dippy way you dress cute, I never would have given you a second thought. And baby, the shit you wear on a daily basis always goes straight to my dick. Wear all the fuckin’ skirts and dresses you want. Long as it means I can hike them up and sink inside you, I’m all for it. Wear the jeans that mold against your ass showing me what I get to fuck night and day. I won’t even get into the shirts you wear. The ones you’ve made yourself, and like the one you’ve got on now.”
I guess War’s been paying a lot of attention to what I put on. I knew he liked my skirts and dresses because he’s made it known.
“Enzo,” I murmur, barely a breath, and lean deeper into him.
War tilts his head enough for him to press his lips to mine. I open for him, and he slants his head, slips his tongue in my mouth, and kisses me deeply.
No sooner than the kiss gets heavy, War jerks his lips from mine. “Fuck baby, if we don’t stop now, we won’t make it to the party.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I smile sweetly, liking the idea of what would happen.
Grinning, War shakes his head. “Shy, baby, I intend to make it way fuckin’ better. But first, I want you to have a good time and enjoy the party while getting drunk.”
“Hmm, drunk sex sounds like it’ll be fun,” I giggle.
“Hell yeah, it does.” He chuckles. “I can’t wait to see you get wild for me like you did that first night I fucked you at my house.”
Releasing me, War grabs my hand and walks me to the door, and waits for me to put my peek-a-boo booties on to finish off my outfit of skinny jeans that does as he says, fit snug against my rear, along with an off the shoulder light-grey shirt. The front of my tee is tucked in to show my tan belt. On my wrist, I’ve put on several bracelets to match the necklace that hangs to rest over my breasts. I left my hair down and let it dry wild. It makes me happy that War likes my boho look.
Soon as my shoes are on, we’re out the door, and War puts me on his bike. Here goes nothing when it comes to what’s in store tonight. Let’s just hope I survive.
* * *
“Holy shit. I can’t believe it,” The woman Fawn and Peyton introduce me to says. “You’re Shyann Bright. The Shyann Bright of the Brighter Opinion podcast!”
War and I arrived at the clubhouse thirty minutes ago, and the ol’ ladies instantly whisked me away from him. But he’s not been far from my side. I like that he wants me close and that he touches me whenever he feels like it. PDA is definitely not something he shies away from.
