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MARTIN
On my first morning in Banta City, I don’t wake up until after eight when a staff member quietly knocks on the door and explains how breakfast will be served in thirty minutes. Only then do I realize my president and VP have been lighting up my phone for hours.
Basically, overnight, Ruin decided Goose and I should rent a car and get our asses back home. Still sleepy, I explain how I’m looking to hook up with a hot redhead and he needs to stop cockblocking me. My president tries to call me to put my ass in place, but I send his latest rage lecture to voicemail.
Goose must get the same messages because she tells me as soon as we meet up, “We should be making plans to go home.”
“No,” I tell her while standing in the hallway with the dark wood floors and blood-red walls. “I want to hang around and win Austen’s heart.”
“Still stuck on that, huh?”
Smiling softly, I murmur, “She’s better than I remember.”
As Goose acts uncomfortable in her new black T-shirt and jeans, I think about how I kept catching Austen watching me during dinner. I felt desperate to be alone with her. I’m real fucking curious about her as a person. Yet, Suzanne kept moving us from one location to another until Austen went to bed and our new clothes arrived. I feel like I spent hours with a sexy, interesting woman without ever really engaging with her.
“Well, your romance will need to wait,” Goose says, hitching up her new jeans. “They need us back home. You know how fucked up everyone is. Nomad’s got a bum foot. Hobo was banged up. Our club isn’t healthy. We need to be back there.”
I rest my hands on her shoulders and stare into her blue eyes. “Ruin knew the club wasn’t healthy when he sent us. This thing here isn’t over yet. Assholes got away. We’re not finished in Banta City.”
“Fuck this place. Let’s go home.”
“What about Austen?” I ask and then add, “And Coco? I think that feisty blonde is crushing on you. Don’t you want to get her naked a few times before you just leave her to die?”
Goose narrows her eyes as if I’m pissing her off. Then, she turns off the fake rage and shrugs. “She’s sexy. But she keeps hounding me.”
“Maybe she’s never met anyone as hot as you?”
“That does seem like the right answer,” Goose says and then runs her hands through her spiky, red hair. “What if she just wants to ride her redheaded friend, but Austen is too frigid? I’m no one’s second choice.”
“That’s not true. Remember when a college chick showed up to ride my dick, but I was busy, and you got her naked instead? Being a second choice never stopped you from having fun.”
Goose considers getting insulted. She isn’t comfortable in this place. Her family was crazy poor. She might have been flushed with cash for longer than she was broke, but Goose still views herself as low class.
“Coco didn’t come from money,” I remind her. “Remember how she kept talking last night about how she was poor, and Austen was rich, but they got along anyway?”
“She wouldn’t shut up.”
“Because you wouldn’t just kiss her. Damn, she was begging for attention,” I taunt and start walking in the direction of the main living quarters. “You can be such a cold bitch sometimes.”
Following me, Goose gives my ass a swift kick. Though I grunt and frown at her, her smile is too infectious not to share.
Once in the main foyer, we are immediately met by a staff member and guided toward the dining room. Inside, Austen stands at the back windows. She’s wearing another pullover, sweater-like getup better suited for autumn. This one is black, highlighting her loose, red hair. I smile at the sight of her. My dick wakes when I notice the soft curve of her luscious ass.
Austen’s gaze seeks out mine immediately. She’s feeling insecure. All I need to do is give her a smile. Her fearful expression softens into a shy grin.
“You look better in these clothes,” Coco announces.
I glance down at the new clothes bought for me last night. Exhausted after riding all day and then a wild evening, I crashed quickly in my room. Then later, a light tapping at the door startled me awake. The assistant held several bags of clothes along with two pairs of shoes—tennis and riding boots. When I said I didn’t need so much stuff, she looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language.
This new beige-and-white T-shirt fits me better than that muumuu top from last night. My jeans need to be broken in, but I feel more like myself now.
Sitting at the dining room table, Hunter glances at us, notices our clothes, nearly smiles, and then looks away. Coco’s reaction is less subtle.
“You looked stupid last night,” she tells Goose rather than speak to me. “Like my aunt Pam rather than a biker.”
“Is your aunt Pam a hot woman with excellent guns?” Goose asks and admires her own biceps. “Because if not, shut up.”
Coco rolls her green eyes and goes to sit where she did the night before.
