“Finding out when and how we get in there. I’ve heard rumors that they have an open clubhouse on Saturday nights. We need to know if that’s true and if we can get in.”
“And you think he’s not going to look at you like you’re a stalker?”
“The sex was off the charts, Ellie. I mean … damn good.”
“Good enough for another round?”
“Good enough for more than one more round.”
“You’re such a ho.” She laughs as I do the same.
“Everyone needs good cock in their life,” I remind her.
“You’re right. You might as well have some good sex while you can,” she says.
“Exactly. That’s my girl!”
“But I still think this is stupid. The cops have to be looking for him. You filed a missing person’s report.”
“That doesn’t mean they give a shit about him, Ellie. Since when have you known the cops around here to care?” She shrugs her shoulders, knowing I’m right. No one cares about a missing man around here. They probably figured he was a junkie and left it at that. That’s what most of them do around here.
“When are we doing this?”
“Tomorrow. If they allow anyone in, it’ll be easy.”
“And you’re sure you’re up for this?”
“I’m more than up for this,” I tell her truthfully. Another night of rough sex with the hot guy? I’m always down.
“Fine. Let me call Will and see what he knows about them. He isn’t going to like this,” she tells me. I already know that.
“I need to do this. I need to know,” I tell her once more. She nods her head and pulls her phone out, calling her friend Will. I sit back in the chair and think about last night. About the way he touched me. The way he took me.
I have marks around my neck, bruises on my hips, and I don’t think I’ve had as much fun as I did last night. I let Patch mark me. I let him fuck me the way he wanted, and he did. More than once. I can still taste him on my tongue, and I want more.
I ignore the one-sided conversation that Ellie is having with Will and think back to what I know about Patch, which isn’t much. He’s hot as hell, that much I do know. He had tattoos covering most of his body, the Soulless Bastards logo on his back. Some of his tattoos looked like your typical jailhouse tats, which means he’s probably been to prison at some point in his life. Those are things that should scare me away, but they don’t. Those are things that turn me on. Call me crazy, but I like a bad boy.
“Okay. He said they are open for business on Saturdays.”
“Guess we need to pick out some outfits,” I tell her.
“Yeah, to go with that new necklace you have,” she says, nodding toward the marks on my neck. I raise my hand and run my fingers over the marks.
“It was so fucking hot when he did that.”
“You have issues.”
“You think so?” I smile at her.
“Girl, I know so.”
Chapter 5
Patch
I sit back with my drink in hand, watching the girls as they walk around getting ready for tomorrow night.
“That kill do it for you?” Storm asks with a smirk.
