Before he could speak, Void exited the house, locked the door behind me, and gestured to the driveway. “Took fucking cold to stand around. Let’s go.”
Revenant licked his lips before he reached for my hand. I took as he led us toward his truck. “Glad I didn’t bring my bike. You never could have ridden in that skirt.”
“I would have found a way,” I laughed with a wink.
“Yeah, baby. I think you would have.”
Void made a sound of disgust in his throat and stomped toward the garage. He opened it, went straight to his Harley, started the engine, and left without acknowledging us.
Maybe he should think about not being an asshole if he didn’t like it when I was mad at him.
“It’s getting chilly. Come on. I need to get the heater on for you.”
Revenant opened the passenger side door, and I sat on the seat, pulling my skirt inside so it didn’t get stuck in the door as he shut it. There wasn’t a reason to worry. He had it covered, already, watching for fabric as he closed me in.
Once he started the truck and cranked the heat, I relaxed against the seat.
“Don’t worry about Void. He’ll get over it.”
“I know.” That was the problem.
“I don’t want to talk about him anymore.”
“Good. Me either. I’d rather have all my focus on you.”
That sounded perfect.
Chapter 4 Revenant
BECCA WAS FUCKING BREATHTAKING. So beautiful and wild and sexy that I wanted to take her straight to my room at the clubhouse and lock the door, keeping her in my bed the whole night. I probably would after this.
She looked too damn good not to eat.
But if Diesel had his way, he’d be the one to taste her first. I wouldn’t mind. I was too fucking eager to get my cock in her pretty mouth to worry about that.
And Void? He could fuck off.
I was sick of his bullshit. He wanted her but refused to act on it. Instead, he chose to watch her obsessively, invade her privacy, and then get pissed when she found out. Void had issues, and he needed to sort them out before Becca shut him out and he lost her.
Me? I wasn’t willing to take that chance.
Neither was Diesel.
When I walked into the clubhouse with Becca, every fucking member in the club noticed. She was a princess, protected, loved, but also desired. Most of the brothers would jump at the chance to be with her without hesitation. But Hades forbade it.
The club president had made it clear that no one touched or fucked with Becca. It had been that way since she was in high school. And after, when she was in college, we were told to give her space.
Now, six months after she graduated, we were no longer on a leash. Hades didn’t have to say a word; he just opened the invitation for Becca to come to the clubhouse to party. But this time, he didn’t tell anyone to guard her all night.
Diesel was already sitting at the bar, his body angled toward the door. I knew he was waiting for Becca. He didn’t hide the fact that he wanted her as badly as I did. I hadn’t seen him fuck any of the club bunnies recently either.
Neither had I.
A club girl wandered too close, and he told her to get lost as he slid from the stool and sauntered in our direction. My arm wrapped around Becca’s shoulders to let these other fuckers know she was taken. We hadn’t made it official yet, but I knew Diesel would claim her, and he didn’t mind sharing her with me either.
“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted Becca, wasting zero time as he gripped her jaw, lowered his head, and kissed her.
She wasn’t making it to the bar.
