Tiago had split off, finding a woman to grind and make out with in the corner. Frankie and I danced like no one was watching, even though I knew we had two burly bikers watching our every move. That only made it easier to let loose, because we didn’t have to worry someone was going to hurt us.
Especially not in a Shackled Sons’ establishment.
Frankie made the signal for a drink and I nodded, heading to the bar with her. The wait was longer than necessary so I told her I’d stay in the line while she went to the bathroom. Dancing a little to the music around me, I could feel the weariness hitting me fast. I’d been up since four this morning, and the sleep I’d gotten before that had been limited as well.
“You wanna go?” Beast came up beside me, scaring me half to death. “You look beat.”
“I can’t leave Frankie.”
Beast looked past me, toward where the bathrooms were. She and Chaos were making out against the wall, her leg up over his thigh as his fingers brushed under her skirt.
Jesus.
“Uh…”
“She’s safe with Chaos, I promise. You look like you’re done, and I am too.”
I checked my phone and saw we’d been here, dancing for hours. No wonder we’d been thirsty.
“Do you promise she’s safe?”
“Chaos is our Sergeant at Arms, Ro. Trust me. Out of everyone, she’s safest with him. He’d never hurt a woman, either. He’s a lover, not a dick.”
Unease swirled through me, but she looked like she was as into it as he was.
“Let me just ask her first.”
He nodded and waited for me at the bar. When Frankie caught sight of me over Chaos’ shoulder, she pulled from his lips.
“I’m going to head back with Beast. Are you…okay with…”
“She’s good, princess,” Chaos said, half turning his head. “Go home to the prez.”
Before I could ask what he meant by that, his mouth was back on Frankie’s, and I was being led out by Beast. Fuck…I didn’t like leaving her there, but she said she was okay. She was okay, right?
God, was I the worst best friend in the world?
Reaper
Rowan was chewing her nails again. I hated when she did that. Trey had decided to head to our safehouse, The Burrow, to give her some time to breathe. I respected the kid for it. He had a long way to go in earning her trust back, but he had a good head on his shoulders.
I knew he did.
Even if his mother was the devil incarnate.
Finishing my coffee, I moved over to put the empty mug on the counter. Rowan snapped out of whatever flurry she was in, and offered me a smile that went straight to my dick.
Fuck, I was in trouble.
“You all good?”
She nodded. “Of course, Wyatt. Thank you for asking. Can I get you another?”
“No,” I said. “But you can tell me what has you feasting on your nails like you’re starved for keratin.”
Her smirk was slow as she put her hands down on the bench. “I’m surprised you know that’s what nails are made of.”
“Because I’m a dumb biker?”
