I looked over my shoulder. Mason burped and put his hand to his mouth, like he’d belched a little more than just a noise. I pursed my lips. If she went with him, that was going to be a disastrous hook up for her.
“You know who I want?” she said.
“Do you want me to pretend to be humble? Or do you want me to just say I know you want my cock?”
Diamond gave a short, curt laugh.
“You’re a biker, not a gentleman.”
“Yes, and I’m also a fucking clown.”
But I am a fucking biker, true.
“Funny, Garrett,” she said. “You want me to fuck the drunk over there?”
“It’ll be greatly appreciated.”
I stole a glance over Diamond’s shoulder at Hannah. She was standing near Brock and Tara, talking about something, but her attention was very much not on the club president and his old lady. It was on the first thing that would come and give her a good time.
“Gratitude doesn’t make my pussy tingle, Garrett,” she said. “Do better.”
I pursed my lips. Fuck. It felt so fucking dirty, even by my standards, to promise to fuck a stripper if she would take my friend away so I could make a move on his sister. I mean, I’d done some pretty incredible things that had no bar before, but this was like I was deliberately burying the bar as deep as I could.
“I’ll fuck you as much as you want next week,” I said.
“Sunday through Sunday,” she said. “Eight days.”
God, I was such a whore, wasn’t I?
“Sunday night,” I said. “I want a chance to wake up without rushing.”
She held out her hand. I took a breath. This was my last chance to back out.
But you know what? If I’d ever backed out from a chance to fight or fuck, I wouldn’t be a Black Reaper. I’d just be another run of the mill Joe, an anonymous guy who didn’t have fucking awesome stories to tell.
Plus, the alcohol was affecting me a little bit.
I reached out and shook Diamond’s hand.
“I look forward to moaning your name all next week,” Diamond said.
“Just hurry up and take Mason out of here,” I said. “I need him gone.”
I sat in the seat and watched Diamond stand, saunter over to Mason, and put her arm around him. At first, Mason seemed to put up a bit of a drunken fight, seemingly more intent on arguing for the right to continue having a drink off with me than in getting a chance at good pussy. If I was being nice, I would guess he also had concerns—justified—about leaving Hannah on her own.
But Diamond hadn’t gotten to be one of the most well-compensated strippers at Sapphire by just having tits and a great body. Whatever she whispered into Mason’s ear made him go from a drunk thirty-something to a horny teenage boy who looked like he’d fuck her right there if he had to. A few moments later, the two of them were disappearing outside somewhere, perhaps even to the bus.
I shifted my gaze from the door once it shut back to the party. There, standing at the pool table, no longer without Brock and Tara near her, was Hannah Jett. She looked at me with a nervous smile.
God, she was so fucking hot. And no longer did I have to hide how I felt. And I had a feeling that after just a few minutes, she wouldn’t either. I looked around, making sure no one was giving me a fucking stupid judgmental glare, and walked up to Hannah.
I stopped about two feet in front of her, put my hand on her chin, and raised her gaze to me.
“Bet you’re not going to hesitate to say how you feel now,” I growled.
She didn’t answer at first, but I could see it in her eyes.
I was about to make both the most legendary and the dumbest decision of my life.
