“I don’t want to break up with her,” he reiterated.
“You just want to cheat on her and hurt the fuck out of her. Your priorities are so fucked up.”
“Haven’t you fucked Fia?” Kaia demanded. “You know why I want pussy from her.”
“I’m not in a relationship with Rebel,” Ryan retorted. “You know? The girl with a psycho for a father and Diesel guarding her like fucking Cerberus.”
“Not enough.” Swaying a little, Kaia smiled in triumph. “Rebel and I have kissed more than once.”
“I wouldn’t say that too loud if I were you. You. Will. Die.”
Patting his pockets, Kaia dug out his pack of cigarettes and a lighter, then shook his head. “Not really. It’s only been twice.” He hiccupped. “She’s a little clumsy. Someone needs to teach her.” He frowned again. “Probably me, sinceshe’s my Chi.”
Ryan grunted.
An idea hit Kaia and he smiled, snapping his fingers to emphasize the brilliant thought. “How about I don’t lick Fia’s pussy? Just let her suck me off and then fuck her. That’ll count.”
“Maybe, if you keep your cock out of her pussy and just eat her out, most girls would overlook it,” Ryan said, shrugging. “But Rebel’s built differently. I’m warning you. She will see oral sex as the same level of cheating as any other type.”
Kaia crooked his pinky finger at Ryan and wiggled it. “I’ll make sure she never finds out. Pinky swear.”
“Fuck off. I’m telling you don’t do it. If you ignore that advice, you’re on your fucking own.”
Turning, Ryan walked away, leaving Kaia alone in the night.
He supposed Ryan was right, especially because Kaia didn’t want to hurt Rebel. He’d have one more drink and then call it a night.
Sitting at Uncle Christopher’s table with Diesel and his friends was a new experience for Jana. As Diesel’s fiancée, Torrin, Narci, Huck, and Seven treated her with more respect thanthey did the club girls. Kenny, the bartender, made sure Jana never ran out of Long Island Iced Tea. Potter kept the club girls away from her whenever she had to leave the table and go to the bathroom.
Once the families left and took their kids with them, the atmosphere changed into a party vibe with an air of expectation. The smaller crowd allowed Jana to clearly see the main room. The Free Bird wall saddened her and the grim reaper logo, red eyes glowing and scythe dripping blood, creeped her out. It reminded her of what a dangerous lifestyle her man led and gave her an odd feeling, a portent of things to come.
The scarred bar with stools in front and a huge bank of monitors behind, along with a large selection of alcohol, might be Jana’s favorite spot. On the right side was the door that led to the kitchen while the jukebox and small dance floor were on the left. From there, it was a short distance to the sunken area with the pool tables and the bathrooms for chicks and dicks.
In her search for drugs, Jana had been in all types of establishments and darkened alleyways, but she didn’t remember ever going into a motorcycle club, which was why this one fascinated her so much. There were several round tables that sat six or eight and even more rectangles and square ones that seated two, four, or six. All had the Death Dweller emblem.Outlaw’s table, though, dominated the back wall with several six-seat square tables lined up and pushed together to create one long one. Nearby was CJ’s table, also created from two square tables.
CJ and the boys were long gone, and since Diesel returned to her side, he’d been subdued, which upset Jana to no end. It was his birthday and he’d gotten a lot of spectacular gifts. If her family loved her half as much, nothing could’ve brought her down. But Mama hadn’t even wanted to come to Diesel’s birthday party. Of course, Dad followed her lead.
Jana thought it would’ve been a nice gesture, but they shot down her every argument.
Now Diesel swallowed drink after drink after drink. She suspected he’d also run a line, judging by his dilated pupils. In her head, she scrambled to come up with a solution to ease whatever bothered him. Sex always worked. Usually with Tabitha, except she’d been extraordinarily mean to Jana tonight. The club girls either whispered among each other and giggled while pointedly looking at her or ignored her completely. They’d probably humiliate her in bed. Make her do something gross or painful. She was never in the mood for that type of stuff, but particularly tonight when she was so worried about Diesel.
“The volleyball game is a go then, Diesel?” Torrin asked. He was Diesel’s best friend, a handsome man with gorgeousblue eyes, tattoos, piercings, and thick black hair. “This Saturday at the club for eight?”
Diesel shrugged. “Why not?”
“Winner gets fucked and sucked,” Heidi cooed. She’d tried to sit on Diesel’s lap when he’d first gotten back, but he’d shoved her away. Now, she sat at the table as if she owned the world. She tossed her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder, her silvery blue eyes gleaming. “We all know that’ll be you, Diesel.”
Fia nodded, recently returned from wherever. When she’d walked back into the club, she wore only a keyhole thong. The tips of her dirty blonde hair flirted with her exposed nipples. “You can choose one of us. Or all of us.”
Tennysee squirmed in her seat, a flush spreading over her olive complexion. “I—”
“You’re not offering your pussy to my fucking friend, Ten,” Narci interrupted the girl in question, uninterested in hearing whatever she might’ve said.
“It’s my pussy,” Tennysee said with a little sniff, about twenty-five, a little older than Jana and the other girls. “That you have no claim over. Remember?”
Narci scowled, displeasure clear in his hazel eyes. Earlier, his blond hair had been in a man bun until one of the club girls that Jana hadn’t been introduced to, removed the leather band that kept it in place. He was such a handsome man, even if he did remind herof…never mind. She refused to think about him. Tabitha promised she’d never call Alex again.
“Are you sure you want to play with me like that, Tennysee?” Narci demanded. “By fucking Diesel and whoever else?”
