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She froze. Trax kept kissing her, but the mood was shot. She recognized the voice and the sarcastic tone. Kase may have kept her safe, but she still wasn’t exactly a fan. She liked mostly everyone she met, including the women who hung out there. Kase was hard to like. Respect and fear was a no brainer, but liking him? No.
Trax traced the outline of her lips, causing a tingling to her core, but her mind was now on who watched them. She forced a breakaway and glanced around. Not one set of eyes were on them, and from the corner of the room, she caught a couple on the verge of breaking Kase’s rule. Trax turned and threw his arm over her shoulders.
“Can’t believe I gave up my fucking room,” he muttered.
She was now regretting the decision. Trax had given his room to Dobbs a few weeks ago. He had his place, and she had hers. Keeping it seemed pointless since she wasn’t a big fan of staying there. Now would have been nice, though.
It wouldn’t be long before the house closed and the Ghosttown Riders took up residency in their namesake.
She giggled and grasped his stomach. “I’m gonna go hang out with the girls.”
He leaned down, taking her lips for a quick kiss, and swatted her ass as she walked away. She rolled her eyes and weaved through a small group. Just as she passed, she was tugged into a wall of flesh. Had this happened a month ago, she would probably be swinging fists, but so much had changed. She recognized the snicker and glanced up, smirking. Gage draped his arm over his shoulders.
“Chey, tell these motherfuckers about my bike.” He pulled her deep into his side and leaned toward the men gathered. “Not one of you assholes gonna be able to keep up. Turn in your cuts ’cause you won’t be able to keep up.”
Cheyenne giggled. Trax had been working on Gage’s motorcycle for the past few days. She didn’t understand all the lingo involved, but from what Trax had explained, he bored out the cylinders and installed bigger pistons. He threw in a performance cam, and now the bike “hauls ass.” In short, Gage got a new engine.
Gage squeezed her shoulder and lifted his chin. “Tell ’em.”
“It’s gonna be nice.” She smiled, glancing up at Gage, who scowled. Apparently, her answer wasn’t good enough. She cleared her throat. “And fast?”
“Nice and fast, that’s the best you got?”
“And pretty?”
The men started to laugh, and Gage shook his head. “Ya killing me, Chey.”
“What? I don’t know.” She laughed when his lips twisted. “Pretty is a compliment, Gage.”
He released her arm. “Go, you’re just making shit worse for my rep.” He winked.
Since the Mick situation had been dealt with, it seemed a mutual bond had been formed between her and the members of the club. Each of them, individually, had made a point of telling her how much they had appreciated what she’d done, coming forward. Without the drama, they seemed to enjoy having her around, mostly because as Rourke had said, “You make him happy, and that motherfucker deserves it.”
The club was Trax’s life and so was she now. She didn’t want to make him choose. Why should he? He could have it all. She’d also found an odd comfort in being around the Ghosttown Riders. These were his people, and now they were hers.
Cheyenne made her way to the bar where Macy sat on a stool. Her elbows leaned on the bar, and she was engrossed in whatever Nadia said. Meg craned her neck with a grin and winked at Cheyenne.
Things had changed. Mainly, Macy and her take on club life. She wasn’t exactly sold on the club, but she enjoyed most of the benefits.
She saddled up next to Macy and caught the tail end of the conversation.
“So, both of them, at the same time?” Macy’s eyes bulged out, but Cheyenne didn’t miss the glint in her eye.
Nadia giggled and tilted her head, grabbing a glass from the bar. “I’m telling ya, girl. You want a good time, Gage and Rourke together is the way to go.”
Cheyenne clamped her lips closed and widened her eyes. A threesome with Gage and Rourke? It wasn’t Nadia’s admission that had her shocked, it was Macy’s interest.
Macy sat back, sighing with a grin, and looked over her shoulder. Cheyenne followed her stare to the pool table. Trax, Dobbs, and Gage were centered around the table. Cheyenne glanced up at Macy and then realized her gaze was shifted off to the right. Not on the pool table at all, but at the table next to it. Rourke leaned his elbow on the pub table and drank a beer. As if he could sense it, he gazed over. Not at Cheyenne, though. His gaze veered to her left. He stared at Macy.
Cheyenne turned around and laughed when Nadia glanced over and winked at her. There were a few seconds of silence before Macy turned around and set her hands on the bar. “Threesome, huh?”
“Girl, ya don’t know what you’re missing,” Nadia said.
Macy turned to Meg. “You ever have one?”
Meg choked on her beer and wiped her mouth. “I’m pleading the fifth.”
Macy chuckled and shrugged, turning to Cheyenne. “And we all know you’re a no. So, Nadia, were they the best? Like club-wise.”
