“Because of me.”
“Because Lucifer’s Kin is invading our territory and starting shit. You’re just the current target.”
She brings glasses to the counter as I walk around, gathering items to fill the dishwasher with for a last load. “I never wanted this to happen,” she says.
“You’re low hanging fruit, that’s all. If it wasn’t you, it might be Carol.”
She sucks in a breath. “They’d hurt a pregnant woman?”
“They’d push our buttons.”
“I’d rather they hurt me than hurt her baby.”
I dump the glasses and start loading. “Nobody’s going to get hurt.”
“Hoss already is.”
That’s true.
“Are you part of that mission tomorrow?” she asks.
“How do you know about that?” I hesitate, looking her in the eye.
She doesn’t answer, and then I know. Adam.
She drapes her bar towel over the back of a chair. “Maybe I should get this over with. I can have sex with half the Wild Hair. Tonight. Before whatever’s going to happen. Word of a gang bang would get around.” She waves her hand across the room like the entire club is in the chairs. “Make it so salacious, everyone is talking. Celia showed me some movies. You can do three at once. I saw how it works.”
I sputter over a pint glass. “Celia showed you what?”
“A porn movie. Three on one.” She walks behind the bar to move closer. “So, I’d be like this.” She bends down to move her mouth near my crotch. “First one would go in my mouth.”
Seeing her dark head sinking toward my dick makes all thoughts of staying away from her evaporate.
The suggestiveness of the position might do something to her, too, because when she stands up, her nipples are taut beneath the white blouse.
I ache to slip that shirt down and take one in my teeth like I did last weekend. I clutch my hands into fists. I am not doing that.
“Then there’s the other two.” She spins around, showing a quick hint of the black panties beneath the skirt. Then she bends way over, her hands brushing the top of the black ankle boots.
Now, the backside of her panties is on full display, topping long, lean thighs. Her pussy bulges slightly between them, encased in the slick satin.
I set down the pint glass I was about to load. Glassware is a danger with the way I’m starting to sweat.
“Apparently, if I angle things just right, one guy can slip in here.” She reaches between her legs and wraps her fingers around to clutch the crotch of the panties.
My dick strains against the zipper of my jeans in a way that makes me wonder how much it can hold back.
But she keeps going. “And the third guy can go in my ass.” Her other hand comes around to push against her asshole. “Apparently, you need lube for that. Celia said so.”
Fuuuuck. I’m dangerously close to grabbing her and choosing any and all holes myself. The blood rushes in my ears.
But she stands back up and turns around, giving me a moment’s reprieve.
Then comes the worst of all.
“Betz had me wax everything.” She flips up her skirt and places her fingers in the lace of the panties. “Want to see? I mean, it’s not like you haven’t touched it before.”
“No,” I choke. “You’re for Adam.”
