I finally found the perfect gift for an asshole this season. Merry Christmas, Gabriel.
Love,
Linzie
I smile to myself, leaning back in my chair. My woman wants to play games, it seems. All right. But now I’m definitely going to find out what that luscious ass can take. And she gave me everything I need to explore the possibilities.
Game. Fucking. On.
CHAPTER 3
LINZIE
We’re on our way to Avery’s bachelorette party in blacked-out SUVs being driven by two prospects with Gabe, Jake, Hawk, and Declan as escorts on their bikes. This is absolute overkill, but nobody else seems to mind. I find it interesting that the men whose women are going to this party are present and accounted for.
“I always thought bachelorette parties were for the women only,” I tease Violet. “Why then, are they all going with us? They’re not staying, are they?”
“You get used to it,” she says.
“They don’t let us go too many places without at least a prospect, especially if there’s a group of us going or if the club is dealing with shit,” Skyler adds. “But mostly, they’re jealous and want to pee a circle around us so everyone knows we belong to them.”
“It also might have something to do with the fact it’s Vincenzo’s club we’re going to. Gabe and Vincenzo have a love-hate kind of friendship.” Violet laughs.
“So, are you all going to be invited to the bachelor party then?” I ask, genuinely curious. “If they get to lay their claim when you go out, do you get to do the same?”
“I mean, we could, but I’m not going to go. The guys will be spending the evening atGlitz ′n Tasswith Ghost’s girls for entertainment. That place is not for the weak-stomached, and I am already fighting to hold down food,” Violet jokes.
“So, they get to go to a strip club. One that the club owns, with women who fawn over them and who I’ve heard give free lap dances to a brother in the club. But you must have a group of watchdogs when you want to go watch male strippers? How is that fair?”
The two women laugh heartily as if I’ve lost my mind. Even the prospect driving, Blake I think his name is, chuckles.
“How are you all okay with this?”
Violet’s cheeks are red, and she drops her chin. Is she embarrassed? I didn’t mean to make her feel bad. I just don’t understand how they’re all okay with the double standards of these men. It’s Skyler who decides to answer.
“We don’t mind because our men are the jealous type. They see us having a good time, getting tipsy, dancing with other men or watching their sweaty bodies for our pleasure, and it gets our men riled up,” she explains, then shrugs. “Then they take us home and fuck us into oblivion like the manhandling Neanderthals that they are. And we are all the happier to be on the receiving end of that jealous rage and testosterone. My man gives me some of the best dick action when he’s jealous.”
“That’s why you let Cash get away with his overprotective bullshit. You want Ethan to take you to Pound Town. Well played, babe,” Blake says, impressed.
“She’s not wrong.” Violet agrees.
“Wait. So, you and Cash are close?” Andi pipes up from her phone. She’s been searching for recipes and building a listof things she wants to try with her catering business. She’s currently working out of her rental house and delivery truck, so she must keep things simple for now. But since the clubhouse has an industrial-sized kitchen, and she’s been given permission to use it for as long as she likes to prepare food and cake for the wedding, she’s been going nuts finding new things to make. She’s been so engrossed in her phone, I thought she wasn’t listening. But someone mentions Cash, and she immediately perks up.
Skyler smiles. “He’s my big, overbearing, obnoxious, twelve-year-old-boy-trapped-in-a-man’s-body best friend.”
“Got it.” That’s all he says, then Andi’s nose is back in her phone.
“They’re coming in tomorrow, aren’t they? Eli and the guys from Mountain Heights?” Violet asks. “I thought I heard Declan say something about it the other day while talking with Jake.”
I notice Andi look up momentarily, tracking their conversation. When Skyler confirms the guys will be coming, Andi smiles to herself and continues with her scrolling.
We pull up to the Velvet Pearl and wait as the guys come open our doors. Gabe reaches his hand out for me to take, but I stand on my own, pulling my trench coat closed, earning a quirked brow and a warning. “Keep pushing me, Vixen, and I’m going to bend you over my bike and spank your ass.”
“I’d need to give consent for that, and I don’t. So, no, you won’t.” His smile says the hell he wouldn’t. So, I push a little harder. “Your club doesn’t believe in forcing a woman against her will. And what’s with all theVixennonsense?”
His forehead creases and his head pops back as if he’s surprised I even thought such a thing, but then his expression shifts. He leans in, crowding me into the open doorframe of the SUV. If I lean any further back, I’m going to drop my ass on the seat.
He keeps his voice low, for only me to hear, but he uses that gruff, growly, makes-my-panties-wet tone of his and says, “First, have you seen yourself in this dress? Temptation in a red silk wrapper. You’re a fucking knockout. Add in that fiery temper of yours, and yeah, you’re a fucking Vixen. Second, I won’t have to force you to do anything. All I’d have to do is kiss you here.” He licks his tongue up the side of my throat ever so gently. The cool air hitting my wet skin causes goosebumps to rise all over my body. Gabe’s breath tickles my ear. His right hand, the one furthest away from the spectator’s view, grips my hip as he leans his obviously hard length against my thigh. My stomach clenches, and my breath comes in pants.
