After not finding his phone in any of his pockets, he patted himself just to be thorough, although he knew it was a waste of time. A picture of his phone in its dashboard holder rose in his head and he grimaced. He’d left it in his car.
“My commitment to her doesn’t preclude me from enjoying your escapades,” Diesel said, giving up his search and taking the cigarette back between his fingers. “Besides, Jana told me she doesn’t mind if I sleep with other women. She wants to be with me when I do it, but even if I fuck a girl without her, she’ll forgive me. All I have to do is say I was trying the pussy out so she could have the best.”
Torrin frowned, walked to the big ashtray filled with sand that they’d borrowed from inside, and discarded his cigarette. “Fuck, bro. I want a woman like her.”
“Me, too,” Narci said woefully.
“You already have her, motherfucker,” Diesel reminded him. “Tennysee.”
Narci huffed. “Would every motherfucker stop trying to push Ten down my fucking throat?”
“You keep her pussy in your mouth, so you do an excellent job of that yourself,” Diesel retorted.
“Her pussy is delicious,” Narci replied. “I’m addicted to her taste. I just fucking hate her neediness and clinginess.”
“She wouldn’t be either if you didn’t pull her in and push her away,” Potter said, getting rid of his cigarette, too. “You know she’s into you. Either make it clear you only want to fuck her or give her a shot.”
“She doesn’t only fuck me,” Narci reminded them. “Just last night, I found her bouncing on that skinny motherfucker’s cock in the storeroom.”
“Kenny?” Potter asked.
“That’s the one.”
“She is a club girl, fuckhead,” Diesel said. “There for our fucking pleasure. If she can’t do her job—”
“She isn’t official yet,” Narci grumbled. “After Nyx got fucked up, Outlaw hasn’t even scheduled any more initiations.”
True, but it had more to do with their family rather than that dead cunt.
Diesel walked to the ashtray. “Tennysee has a crush on Grant Harrington and you have a problem with that. If you don’t want her on the back of your bike, give her your blessings…no,encourageher to see where it goes with him. He’s a good motherfucker and wealthy. She’s sweet, if a little mousy—” Kind of like Jana— “Grant would spoil her. If you don’t want her, don’t block her from potential happiness.”
“Aren’t you the fucking romantic suddenly?” Narci snapped, Diesel’s advice touching a nerve.
“Call it what the fuck you want,” Diesel said coldly. “I stand by my fucking words.”
At the sound of the opening door, Diesel half-turned and met Rebel’s blue gaze. She narrowed her eyes, glanced from Torrin to Narci, and finally, Potter. He was the only one she smiled at.
“Hey, Potter,” she greeted, walking outside and closing the door behind her. “How are you?”
Looking hesitantly at Diesel, Potter cleared his throat. “Uh, hey, Reb. I’m fine. You?”
“Excellent. On my way to get Cove for Aunt Bunny and warm a plate of food for Uncle Digger’s snack since dinner is still hours away.”
“Bunny must want him dead if she’s sending you,” Diesel said dryly.
Instead of responding, she cut her eyes at him. “I know someone else I want dead,” she said darkly.
“You want me fucking dead?”
“I want you fucking gone,” she snapped, and started past him.
But he couldn’t let her continue ignoring him, so he grabbed her arm. And she clocked his fucking jaw.
“Ouch, you little cunt!”
“That’s fucking better than being a fucking bitch,” she snarled.
Laughter bubbled from Diesel, but he bit his lip, refusing to give an inch. She wore a denim romper and sneakers with crew cut socks, a simple outfit, that unfortunately, made himwonder aboutunderneathafter Jana’s oversharing on Rebel’s bras and panties.
