“Of what?”
“You spending time with her.”
“Nope. Nothing to be jealous of.”
She reaches down and covers the front of my crotch with her hand. “You like her? I could help, if you want. Maybe spend a little time with her, give her a few drinks, and then the three of us could have some fun together.”
She gives my dick a squeeze, and the traitorous bastard hardens. Fuck. I’m twenty-three years old, and some girl is squeezing my cock and talking about a threesome. How could it not react? I have no interest in Charmaine, though, and I don’t think she really has any interest in me. She just wants to be an ol’ lady one day, which I get, and sees me as the easiest route to reaching her goals.
Unfortunately, she’s going to be disappointed.
I bat her hand away. “Leave me alone, Charmaine. I’m not interested.”
She smirks. “Your dick says otherwise.”
“My dick doesn’t have a brain. It doesn’t recognize a bad idea when it sees one.”
Right now, the only place my dick wants to be is near Camile, and even if she’s not offering anything like that, I can’t stop my head being filled with thoughts of her.Fuck, now I have to go back out to her with a raging hard-on. She’s going to think I’m a complete fucking pervert.
“Fuck you, Rook,” Charmaine throws at me, but she says it good-naturedly and doesn’t touch me again.
I debate staying in the clubhouse long enough to let my erection go down, but I’m conscious that Jack didn’t want Camile left alone for any length of time. Given the choice between pissing off Jack and embarrassing myself in front of Camile, I’m picking Camile. At least she’s not likely to leave me without a body part… I hope.
I grab a spare helmet from where they’re kept near the bar—sometimes used as a weapon when a bar fight breaks out—and hold it over the front of my jeans. I ignore Charmaine and head back outside, blinking in the bright sunshine. Camile is right where I left her, and she smiles as she sees me and puts her hand out for the helmet.
“Thanks,” she says.
I hesitate. My helmet is still hooked over the handlebar of my bike, and it’s too far away for me to grab and swap around. She takes hold of the helmet and gives it a tug, but I keep my grip on it.
“This one is for me, right?”
I can hardly pretend my helmet is hers. “Um, yeah.”
I force myself to release my grip, and she pulls the helmet away.
Of course, my luck being what it is, she glances down at my crotch. My jeans are baggy—like many of us wear around here—but they’ve still not done anything to contain my dick.
“Oh!” she gasps, her face flushing with color, her eyes widening as she turns her head.
“Sorry, sorry. It’s not what you think.” I just want to die.
“It’s not? You got a banana shoved down your pants?”
A feminine shout comes from the clubhouse entrance. “Don’t forget that threesome,” Charmaine calls.
Camile raises both eyebrows. “Well, now I know wherethatcame from.”
Fuck, I really didn’t want Camile thinking there was anything going on between me and one of the sweetbutts.
I swing my leg over the bike, careful not to squash my cock, wanting the humiliation ritual to be done with. I turn on the ignition, check the bike is in neutral, hit the run switch, and press the start button, bringing the bike to life.
“You ready?” I raise my voice to be heard over the growl of the engine.
She shrugs. “I guess so.”
She climbs on after me and cautiously places her hands on my waist.
“You’re going to need to hold on tighter than that,” I tell her.
