“Don’t worry, dear, I’m not a sweet butt anymore. I’m over the girls.”
Noise from the other room had everyone looking toward the main room. Kiki stepped into view wearing just a pair of boy-cut briefs. The girl’s eyes went wide at seeing Cree and Eros. “Yeah, the Native’s are back.” She jogged down the hallway, her tits bouncing up and down as she did so. Eros cut her off before Kiki could jump on Cree. Instead, he swept her up, letting the girl’s legs wrap around his waist. “I’m good on food, Zoe, thanks. Let’s go have some fun, Kiki.”
The girl squirmed in his arms, rubbing her pussy against Eros’s crotch. “My room or one of the playrooms?”
“Playroom.” Eros followed where Kiki pointed as she started kissing his neck. He spun around one time, cutting Cree a hard stare. The brother owed him one for this shit. He had no desire to fuck one of the sweeties after being on the road for two damn days, but to help a brother out, he’d fuck Kiki stupid.
Once Eros and Kiki disappeared from view, Zoe asked again about food. “I’d love something to eat,” Kennedy answered her.
“Sure, hon.”
Kennedy didn’t miss the sarcasm in Zoe’s response. “Zoe?”
“Yes?” Zoe wanted to roll her eyes at Cree’s woman. She had no place at the clubhouse.
“How’d you go from a sweet butt to head woman?” She wasn’t a complete dolt, and she was good at putting things together. It was like numbers—it all added up. And Kennedy was great at numbers. She watched Zoe’s fake smile go sour.
“I started sleeping with the chapter President.”
“So, before that, you fucked everyone in the chapter?” Kennedy asked with a real smile on her face. It tickled her that for a woman who should have thick skin, it was so easy to get under it.
“You’re a smart girl, aren’t you, dear?”
“Yeah, I am, and it’s Kennedy, dear.”
Cree knew when a cat fight was about to break out and cut into the conversation. “Zoe, I can scrounge us up something. You can go back to your room.” When she didn’t move, he told her again more firmly. “Zoe, go.”
“Night.” Kennedy laced that one word with as much sarcasm as she could muster.
“Kennedy.” Cree levelled a hard stare at her. When he was sure Zoe was gone, he stepped into Kennedy’s space. “What did I tell you about saying that word?”
“Not to.”
“Now, are you hungry?”
“I can wait until morning.”
“Me too. Let’s get some sleep.” Cree headed back to the room so he and Kennedy could get some much-needed rest. He prayed no one would wake them up for a week.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Kennedy woke alone from the sound of loud voices and music that seeped under the door. Cracking one eye after the other, she found the room cloaked in darkness. Stretching out, she mewed like a cat feeling well-rested.
Rolling over, she found her jeans on the floor right where she’d dropped them by the bed. She checked the time on her phone and was shocked she’d slept until noon.
Scrambling from the bed, she turned on the bedside lamp and looked around the room. Digging in her bag, she found the pajamas Cree had bought her back in Hill City and drug them on.
Opening the door, she looked up and down the hall. Seeing no one around, she left the room in search of the bathroom. She found it at the end of the hall. Using the toilet, Kennedy wondered where Cree had gone off to. After washing her hands, she headed back down the hall but miscounted the doors and busted in on a couple screwing. “Oh shit,” she blurted out and ducked back out, closing the door quickly. “Damn it.”
“Are you lost, dear?”
Kennedy was instantly pissed. Turning around, she glared at Zoe. Walking toward the woman, she raked her eyes over her. “I’ll figure it out. Thanks.”
“You know he’s not going to stick around?”
“Who?”
“Cree. He’s a nomad, which means he has no real chapter, nothing to keep him here.”
