Fancy moaned and shook her head. “Please, no. I don’t want to see your dick until tomorrow. You have temporarily broken me.”
She threw an arm over my chest and rested her head on my shoulder.
“I’m holding you to that promise of tomorrow.” I patted her ass and turned on the TV. I wasn’t as tired as Fancy, but I didn’t mind relaxing while she slept.
“Shh, my vagina needs silence to relax.”
I glanced down at her, and she had a huge smile spread across her lips. “Even you couldn’t keep a straight face after saying that.”
“What can I say? I’m delirious from having such good dick.”
Laughter rumbled through me, and she giggled her ass off.
“Stop,” she whined. “I need to sleep, and I can’t do that if I’m laughing.”
“Baby, you’re the one cracking the jokes. I’m just laying here trying to find something to watch.”
“Right,” she drawled. “Then allow me to close my eyes and drift off to sleepy time.” She relaxed into me and sighed heavily. “Goodnight, dinosaur.”
“See you in the morning, sugar tits.”
She pinched my side lightly. “You’re going to pay for that as soon as I get twelve hours of sleep and drink a pot of coffee.”
I pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “I’ll be waiting for that.”
“You’re such a smartass,” she mumbled into my shoulder.
Fancy drifted off to sleep before I even picked a movie to watch. She snoozed softly next to me, and I couldn’t deny that I liked having her in my bed. Even if all we were doing was sleeping or watching TV.
I was getting used to Fancy being with me, and I didn’t want it to change.
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Chapter Twenty-Two
Cause it’s girl’s night out…
Fancy
“We’re going bowling.”
I blinked slowly. “Really? That’s what we decided on for girls’ night?”
I had been hoping we would just hang out at the clubhouse and drink a couple bottles of wine. Petra and Kimber had bigger plans than that.
“Yes, why not?” Kimber grabbed her curling iron and toiletry bag.
“And you think the guys are just going to let us go to the bowling alley to have girls’ night without them?”
Kimber was smoking something strong if she thought Quinn was going to let her go out without one of the guys tailing us.
“Well, yes and no. I know we’re not going to be able to go completely alone, but I’m hoping Quinn will just send one of the other guys and not insist on coming along.” Kimber led the way to the bathroom where Petra was already getting ready.
Kimber had declared that since we were having a girls’ night, then we all had to get ready together. She wanted us to go full out. I just played along because I really didn’t want her getting drunk again and declaring to the clubhouse that she wanted to know me in the biblical sense.
Petra had her arms in the air holding a curling iron. “I don’t even know why I’m doing this. Even with a whole bottle of hairspray, my hair doesn’t hold a curl,” she whined.
Kimber dropped her toiletries bag down on the sink and plugged in her curling iron. “I’d kill for stick-straight hair.”
“And I’d kill for hair that holds even a slight curl,” Petra muttered. She uncoiled her hair from the curling iron, and it hung limply.
“Damn,” I laughed. “You really weren’t kidding.”
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I plopped down on the toilet. There wasn’t enough room for all three of us to get ready at the same time so I was more than happy to just hang out while those two prettied up.
“I don’t even know why I’m trying.” Petra grabbed another strand of hair and carefully rolled it around the barrel of the curling iron.
“Because miracles do happen,” Kimber muttered. She held out her curling iron to Petra. “Try mine. It’s a smaller barrel. It might work better.”
“Is that a scientific theory?” I laughed. I pulled out my phone and was surprised to see a notification from one of my dating apps. I thought I had logged out of all of them, but I must have missed this one.
I opened the app to see that I had a message from Kent. I hadn’t thought about him for two weeks, and suddenly, he was in my inbox trying to set up a date with me. “Oh hell,” I muttered.
“What is it?” Kimber asked. She started rolling her hair around the curling iron Petra had been using, and Petra had switched to Kimber’s smaller curling iron.
“I got a message from that guy I was telling you about before.” I opened the message and couldn’t help but laugh. “And he still sounds like a really nice guy.”
“Oh,” Kimber laughed. “Clark Kent.”
“Ding, ding,” I mumbled. “It says he’s sorry he was out of town for so long, but duty called on his job. He’s back in town and wonders if I would be open to get a drink tonight.”
“Jesus,” Kimber remarked. “This guy isn’t messing around.”
He sure wasn’t.
“So, what are you going to do?” Petra asked.
My fingers were poised over the keys to type out my response. “I feel kind of bad that I’m not interested anymore.”
“The dude took almost two weeks to message you back. He totally snoozed and lost. Not your fault at all.” Kimber worked on another section of her hair, and Petra’s hair just looked like she was straightening it some more. “I say don’t even reply to him. I know if it was Quinn, and he found out that I was messaging some guy on a dating site while we were dating, he would lose his damn shit all over the place.”
“But are Dyno and I really seeing each other?”
Petra glanced over at me and smiled. “You’re sleeping in the same bed as him and he’s with you eight-five percent of the day. Yeah, I’d say that you are dating him.”
“I mean, I guess we really haven’t talked about us or given what we were doing a name.”
I typed out a short message telling Kent I was sorry, but I was no longer interested. I hesitated to hit the send button. I added that he sounded like a great guy but it wasn’t the right time. I hit send and stared at the message. What were the odds that I would finally find a decent guy on the app and one in real life? I had gone years hoping for one or the other and now, I had both at the same time.
“He’s a biker and if he's anything like Quinn, then he’s not going to wax on and on about what you two are. You just are, and that’s what it is.” Kimber moved to the other side of her head while Petra had given up on curling her hair. She was applying primer all over her face and then squirted foundation onto the back of her hand.
“Oh, shit,” I whispered. I tapped out of the dating app and opened the local news story that popped up on my notifications. “There’s a another one. They found another body.”
“No,” Kimber cried. “I was hoping whoever was doing this was done since it’s been a little bit since the last one.”
I had hoped the same thing, but only because I didn’t want anyone else dying.
“Does it say what street they found her on?” Petra moved to stand over my shoulder. She mumbled as she read and sighed. “Son of a bitch.”
“It’s one street over, isn’t it?” Kimber asked.
Petra nodded. “Birdseye. They found her hanging out of a dumpster.”
I closed out the news article and sighed. “This is getting fucking crazy, guys. How is this guy doing this and not getting caught by the police?”
The past two weeks, you couldn’t drive around here without at least seeing two cop cars cruise around, but somehow, this guy had managed to drop five dead bodies off without being detected.
“He must know how to stay off their radar.” Kimber finished her hair and waved her curling iron at me. “You want this?”
I shook my head. I wasn’t really feeling going out now. “You guys think maybe we should just stick close to the clubhouse?”
Petra cringed a
nd shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t think it would hurt.”
“No!” Kimber shouted over Petra. “Whoever this asshole is, he’s not going to ruin our night out. We stick together and make sure whoever is watching us stays close. We’ll be fine.”
I hung my head and sighed. “You’re really dedicated to going out, aren’t you?”
I grabbed the curling iron from Kimber and unplugged it.
“Things are changing, Fancy. With you dating Dyno now, I need to take my time with you when I can get it.” Kimber stepped to the side.
I stood in between her and Petra. “You’re crazy, Kimber. Nothing is changing so drastically that we need to hang out like we’re never going to see each other again.”
I gathered my hair in my hands and piled it on top of my head.
“Humor me,” Kimber pleaded. “Once a month, we get to hangout. No boyfriends or boy toys.”
“Boy toys?” Petra asked. “I’d like to know where I can pick me up one of those.”
I opened my makeup bag and fished around for a hair tie. “Walk out that door and you’ll have your choice from five bikers that I’m sure will willingly be your boy toy. Or,” I drawled, “I could try to set you up with Clark Kent.”
Petra wrinkled up her nose. “Thanks, but no thanks.”
“Bad boy biker is not your type?” Kimber laughed.
“Those guys are way out of my league.” Petra swiped some light pink blush on the apples of her cheeks. “I don’t think mousy cat lady is their type,” she giggled. She hesitated and pursed her lips. “Though maybe getting a drink with Clark Kent tonight might not be a bad idea. I mean, you guys are going to be there too so it won’t be awkward or anything.”
“You are hardly mousy,” Kimber insisted. “And, it might be a little awkward seeing as Clark Kent was interested in Fancy five minutes ago.”
“Or a cat lady,” I pointed out. “You need at least ten cats to be considered that. Oscar is just a kickass roommate.”
I grabbed my phone and opened the message to Kent. He hadn’t seen my reply yet, and I could add in the fact I had a friend who he should meet to lessen the blow about me meeting someone else.
“Right,” Petra laughed. “I’ll start referring to Oscar as my roommate and see how crazy people think I am.” Petra cleared her throat. “My roommate caught a mouse last night and left it at the foot of my bed for me.”
Kimber busted out laughing, and I put my arm around Petra’s shoulder. “Perhaps that wouldn’t be the best idea.” I showed her the message I had typed out. “Sound good?”
She cringed but nodded. “Sure.”
“My roommate ran out of food last night and yelled at me until I fed him.” Kimber wheezed with laughter and held onto the counter so she didn’t fall over.
There were way to many funny scenarios when you replaced cat with roommate.
Quinn appeared in the doorway of the bathroom with Dyno behind him “We’re having church, ladies. What time were you wanting to leave?” Quinn asked.
He eyed Kimber warily but didn’t ask why she was laughing like a hyena.
“Uh, an hour or two?” I guessed.
“Or two?” Dyno chuckled. “That’s a mighty big gap.”
I flipped him off and smiled. “It takes time to look this good.”
I hadn’t even put any makeup on or touched my hair yet.
Dyno leaned against the doorway. “Pretty sure you just wake up that way.”
And now I felt slightly guilty for flipping him off. Only slightly.
“No leaving until we’re done with the meeting,” Quinn warned.
Kimber rolled her eyes. “Of course. We would never leave without you guys,” she replied sweetly.
Quinn leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “We won’t be long, babe.”
“Only an hour or two,” Dyno chuckled.
“You’re gonna pay for that later, mister,” I warned Dyno.
“Bring it, sugar tits,” he replied playfully.
“Oh, Patty,” I chuckled.
Dyno’s eyes flared, and I realized I might have crossed the line.
“And that you are completely going to pay for.” He pushed off the wall, stepped in front of Quinn, and grabbed my arm. “Right now,” he growled.
“Uh oh,” Kimber gasped.
Dyno pulled me out into the hallway and down to our room.
“Dyno,” I called. He shook his head and kept dragging me down the hallway. “I’m sorry I called you Patty in front of everyone.”
“Hey, we got church right now,” Quinn called after us.
“Ten minutes,” Dyno hollered back. “There’s something I need to handle.”
He kicked open our bedroom door and pulled me in. He slammed the door shut, lifted me up, and sailed me through the air onto the bed.
“Dyno,” I screamed when I landed. “What the hell are you doing?”
I tried to scramble off the bed but he was on me before I could get my footing.
“Patty,” he growled under his breath.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think before I said it.” I planted a hand on his chest. “You called me sugar tits,” I accused him.
“Sure did.” He grabbed my arms and raised them over my head. “Now, we’re both gonna pay for it.” He buried his face in my neck and trailed kisses soft kisses over my skin.
I sighed at his touch. “I thought for sure you were bringing me here to paddle my ass.”
He chuckled and leaned back. “Only if you’re into that, baby.” He pinned me to the bed, and his face sobered. “You do need to tell me one thing, though.”
“Uh oh. What is it?” There was actually something we needed to talk about?
“Why did you hate it when I called you anything but your name when we first met?”
“Oh, that,” I sighed. He loosened his grip on my arm, and I reached up to trail my fingers down his cheek. “Because in the past, the people who called me hon, baby, or sugar were the ones to watch out for. They laid it on thick, took what they wanted, and then they were gone.”
“So that’s why you hated me right away. I called you sugar tits.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I have to admit that was the first time I had ever been called sugar tits. You evoked my rage from years of being called anything but my name.” My fingers glided over his nose. “You kind of walked into my fist. You know?”
“But now you’re good with me calling you those things,” he pointed out.
I nodded. “Only because I know that you mean them and aren’t just saying them to get in my pants or want something else from me.”
His hand glided down my side and tugged on the waistband of my jeans. “I think we’re past me trying to get into your pants.”
“Yeah. You’re got a VIP pass for that.”
His hand moved to the button of my jeans and popped it open.
“Dyno,” I laughed. “Aren’t you supposed to be having a meeting with your badass biker friends?”
“You’re such a smartass.” He tugged the zipper down and slid his hand into my pants. “And, I’ve got about five minutes before Quinn starts banging on the door.”
“Oh, five minutes, huh?”
Dyno nodded and smiled. “Let’s see just how long it takes for you to come all over my hand.”
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Dyno
“Holy fuck.”
“We’re completely fucked.”
Quinn slammed his fist on the table.
Sledge had just broke the news to us that people who had called Quinn were the Devil’s Rebels from southern California.
Also known as one of the meanest and most ruthless motorcycle clubs in North America.
Word had started to spread that the Devil’s Rebels were looking for us because you didn’t fuck with them without paying for it in the end.
“They either want what was promised to them, with interest, or they’re going to come and take whatever the hell they want.” Sledge sighed heavily. “M
y guy, Playboy, put me in touch with his prez, Jet. They’re trying to help us as much as they can, but they don’t want to get on the Devil’s Rebels radar.”
Quinn ran his fingers through his hair. “Jesus Christ. If I could go back and blow up the fucking Rolling Devils again, I would. Even from the fucking grave, they are fucking with me.”
“So they want three women or they’re going to come take whatever they want,” Point said simply.
I sat back in my chair and tapped my fingers on the large table. “Do we know how long we have?”
Sledge shook his head. “That was the only information Jet could get for me right now. I’m going to assume that they aren’t going to give us much longer.”
“Thanks, Sledge,” Quinn muttered. “Not the news I was hoping to hear, but we at least know who and what we are dealing with right now.”
“You gonna try to get in touch with them?” Core asked.
“Seems like the only logical thing to do right now. Maybe we could strike up some kind of deal with them. We’re not going to be able to give them the women, but if they maybe let us pay them back or figure out something else they want from us, we might be able to somehow spin this in our favor.”
That would be ideal, but I had to wonder if there was really anything they wanted from us besides the women they had been promised. “It’s nice to know where the threat is coming from, but now we know we are completely fucked if we don’t figure this shit out.” I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed.
This was not the type of shit a new club needed to deal with.
Quinn looked at the clock on the wall. “We need to start figuring this shit out tonight. Core, I want you going with the girls tonight.”
“Just Core?” I questioned. We had just found out that the Devil’s Rebels were after us and we were only going to send one guy to watch over three women who could, in the eyes of the Devil’s Rebels, be exactly what they wanted?
“Point can go with them, too. I need the rest of us here.” Quinn sighed. “Besides, this is probably going to be the last time the girls can do anything remotely fun until we get this over with.”
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