“The man puts one book out a year,” he informed her.
She looked back to him but dipped her head sideways to hisbook.“How many times have you read that one?”
“Three.”
And it finally came.
Her body moving on him with her laughter.
Still doing it, she propped her book up on his chest andordered, “Finish your chapter.”Her attention turned to her own pages.“Thenyou can finish me.”
Snap also returned his attention to his book.
And he never read so fast in his life.
Snapper was behind the bar at the Chaos Compound.
They had three new recruits who he could press into service,as was their duty, but he was playing bartender like he often playedbartender—definitely since the shit with Valenzuela started—doing it keeping aneye on his brothers.
And now Rosalie.
She was on the couch in the corner with Speck, a Corona inher hand, a smile on her face.
Her mass of thick dark hair, her slim figure, her long legs,her pretty face, those warm hazel eyes, that fucking smile…
Yeah, he’d caught hold of a miracle.
Whatever they were talking about made Speck feel good andloose, in their own little world the only way Rosalie could give a man, thoughwith obvious differences for Speck.
She had this knack, brother, old lady or biker groupie.Rosie was not one to slam tequila shots, get loud, move straight to crazy, thencome on strong so he had no choice but to mostly fuck her against a wall on atrajectory to his room.
Quiet communion was where Rosie was at.
And if she wanted his dick, all she had to do was give himthat look.The one she had that had two versions.And depending on the version,Snap could gauge where it was as to where they would go with it.If it wasurgent, he’d get her ass to his room in the back of the Compound so he didn’tmake her wait to give her what she wanted.If it wasn’t, he’d get her ass home.
He tore his eyes from Rosie and scanned the bar.
Boz was sitting a stool, pounding tequila shooters.Roughcount, so far he’d had seven.
He was doing this staring at the bar and not being social ina way that wafted off him like a nasty cloud, warning everyone to stay away.
Not a single brother or any of their women were stupid, sothey stayed away.
There were a lot of reasons for Boz’s current disposition.But in his present mood, Snapper could not make an approach to try to pry outof him which one was fucking with his head right then and driving him to getshitfaced.Or worst case, if all of them were.
If the man wanted alone time, even if he was seeking that ina room full of people, Snap was going to give it to him.
So he let that go.
Big Petey was in a huddle at the far end of the bar with Dogand Brick.
Both Dog and Brick had left some time ago for the WesternSlope to open up a new shop there.But now, both were back in Denver to helpthem concentrate on their troubles.
Brick would be taking off soon, though.He needed to getback.He’d found a woman worthy of him, a feat for Brick since most the womenhe chose fleeced his ass or ended up making a play at leading him around by hisdick.All reports, this one was neither.This one was all good.She lived in abiker town called Carnal.The wedding was imminent, and for it, the brotherswould soon ride.
Snap did not like the look of this huddle.Shit was seriousand it wasn’t getting any better mostly because it wasn’t gettinganything.Since Rosalie had taken her beating from Bounty months ago and Chaos raineddown retribution, the only thing that had happened had been the fact that nottoo long ago, they got a delivery on their picnic table outside that verybuilding.
But that had been some nasty shit and as such had sent allthe brothers, already on edge, straight to the verge.Worse, they didn’t evenhave enough a hold on what was happening to give it a damn good yank in anattempt to shake something loose.
