I quirk a brow. “Are they single?”
“Reaper has a partner, but I think Viper is single.”
“What’s Viper look like?”
“Uh… six foot, dark-blond hair. When I’ve seen him, he’s always smiling, and I’ve heard he’s smooth with the ladies.”
I smile, excited to meet him.
* * *
After landingin our private jet, we’re picked up by a limousine and are on our way. A phone pings with a message. Alec’s phone lights up. He has been liaising with Knox about what we’re doing tonight.
“What time’s the jet picking us up after the party?” I ask Alec.
“I haven’t organized a time,” he replies.
I smirk. “That’s unlike you.”
He raises a brow. “I didn’t know whatyourandHarrison’splans were.”
Harrison chuckles from beside me. “Good, because I plan on having a big night.”
“So do I.”
TWO
FORMING A PLAN TO MAKE HER MINE
Viper
“Shots! Shots! Shots!”Axle, my MC brother, hollers as he walks toward us with a tray of shots.
I rub my hands together. “Fuck yeah!” I reply enthusiastically. My mission is celebrating Bomber and Zara’s soon-to-be marriage, but I also want to sleep with Bomber’s cousin Sophie. I don’t want to get too drunk because if I can get her in the sheets, I want to remember every curve of her body, her taste, her scent—everything about her. I’m aware I’ll be lucky to ever sleep with someone as classy as her again.
I’ve caught a glimpse of Sophie a few times, while she’s been back. If it were a different woman, I would have at least chatted her up. I shake my head. Well… tonight’s my chance.
When I pick up the overfilled shot glass, the liquid trickles down and onto my hand. I wait until everyone has a shot in their hand, and then I raise mine. “To Bomber and Zara,” I yell.
Everyone cheers, “To Bomber and Zara.”
We clink our shot glasses together, then I toss the shot down my throat, feeling the burn. I’m left with a sweet taste in my mouth, but I enjoy it better than the last shot.
“What’s the name of that one?” I ask Axle, having to raise my voice over the music.
His grin widens. “Wet pusssyyyyyy,” he replies, making me laugh.
“No wonder I like the taste of it then,” I say with a wink, then turn my attention to Ava. “Aren’t you having any shots tonight?” She hasn’t touched one that’s been brought out.
Her eyes widen, but then she smiles. “No, thank you. I’m happy with my cocktail.”
My brows lift. I bet it’s a mocktail. I peer at her, then Reaper, who is her partner and the president of the MC. He subtly shakes his head at me, as in telling me to leave the topic. How stupid do they think I am? She’s pregnant. I have no doubt about it. I’m patiently waiting for them to tell everyone.
Alec did an awesome job organizing Bomber and Zara’s party. We got VIP access to this exclusive nightclub called Envy, so we didn’t have to line up, and he got us a VIP table. But the best part is Alec set up a tab, so we don’t have to pay for a drink all night.
The second floor is classier. Everything from the furniture to the lighting to the VIP bar. I settle back in my seat. I’m stoked that the sweet butts didn’t come. Candy is a cool chick and all… but she’s getting way too clingy. We have sex, that’s it. I’m not interested in anything more. Having casual sex with her is convenient. I’ve told her time and time again what the deal is between us.
I lean over, putting my empty glass on the table. I peer around at the couples surrounding me. It feels like everyone is settling down. Axle and Elena, Reaper and Ava, now Bomber and Zara. The men will be attached to the women’s hips tonight, never allowing them to go too far away. Possessive psychos. Though I don’t blame them—I’d trust no man outside the club.
