Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Shut the fuck up,” he growls.
“Nah. For once we’re all on the same fucking page I think. Hah! Paige. We all want to be fucking the same Paige more like.” I grin. “No? Come on, that was good.”
Poe finally cracks a grin. “Yeah, okay.”
“I'm throwing my fucking hat in the ring, just so that's clear.” Am I a little annoyed that I’m last to the party? Sure, but in the long run, who the fuck cares? “She needs to know that we’re all fair game, because we are, right? We don’t usually have to spell shit like this out, but there’s nothing fucking usual about her.”
Savage smirks. “She was mumbling about fucking around with Poe when I took her back with me last night. Nothing even happened but I guess she felt like she had to tell me.”
Poe clasps his hands behind his head with a shit-eating grin. “Damn. I left a good impression.”
“There’s a party tonight, and we might not get another chance before the Fabbris come calling. You think she’d be up for playing?” I ask Savage, as the last one to see her.
He nods. “I think we should let her know the option’s open.”
“I’m game,” Poe adds.
I’ve always wanted an old lady. Someone to fucking come home to, like General had with Bonnie, his widow. Someone who would mourn me if I didn’t. Sharing a woman has never been unusual at the club, but when Ghost and the others brought Jessica in and claimed her together, it shifted something for a lot of the guys. Even if his brothers are always his brothers, shit changes when a guy claims a woman. Except I’ve seen how Ghost, Tex and Riot have been since Jessica. They’re closer than fucking ever.
I think I want that. Is this the right opportunity? Won’t fucking know without exploring it.
“Good.” I nod, glad we seem to be in agreement. “So what do we do about the fucking Mob?”
Savage reaches across the table and closes Poe’s laptop. “Stefano is gonna be well protected, but there’s no way he was personally dropping cash off. Let’s head over to Paige’s laundry tomorrow morning and see if we can pry some information out of her uncle’s guys. There’s no fucking way she’s the only one that noticed shit happening, and they might be able to ID the mob’s delivery guy.”
“Good idea.” Poe pulls his knife out and starts playing with it. “I can be very persuasive when necessary.”
“Counting on it. I’ll run everything by Hellfire, make sure he’s okay with us tugging on the mob’s strings. You two drive by Walter’s house this afternoon. I doubt they let him go with a slap on the wrist, but if there’s been any movement over there, I want to know about it,” Savage says, pushing off the table to stand. “Paige should be safe here in the meantime, but let’s let her know how to get a hold of Jessica if she needs anything.”
Poe stands. “Sounds good. I’ll go check on her.” He pauses. “And let her know that if she’s up for it, we’ll meet her at the party.”
“All of us?” I ask.
Savage grins. “All of us.”
21
PAIGE
“Are you ready?” Jessica grins widely as she drags me along.
“I think so? I’ve seen some pretty crazy stuff at this point. It would take a lot to shock me.”
She snickers. “If you say so.”
“Are your guys meeting you there, too?” I know we're safe here, but I still feel a little nervous showing up to a biker party with just Jessica for company.
She’s wearing tight jeans, a crop top, and her own leather vest which proudly proclaims her status, but I don’t have anything like that to make it clear that I’m off limits to the other bikers.
I am, right?
Don’t feel fucking guilty about what you want. For now, you belong to the three of us.
Come to the party, enjoy yourself. Anything is fair game tonight.
I shiver at the memory of Poe’s loaded suggestion. I’ve been thinking about it all day. How could I not? I can’t stop thinking about how Poe’s mouth felt on my pussy, and how Savage’s perfect body looked in the shower, and how the last time Crank kissed me, it made me want so much more. But I’m scared that when this is over, it’s going to break my heart to leave and maybe they’re just bikers being bikers. Am I the only one thinking there might be more happening between us?
Jessica drags me up the front steps of the church. “Yeah, if they aren’t there already, they should be soon. Come on!”
The doors are thrown wide open to let in air, and slow, sinuous rock music is blasting from the speakers. It's the kind of music you have sex to. Inside is packed, and the lights are turned low. We have to press our way through, and more than one biker seems very appreciative of the physical contact. Not that any of them go too far, but we're definitely noticed.