The closer I get, the more I realize that she’s a tiny thing. I’m almost to her when I hear someone call my name. I see it’s Sly, and Edge is with him.
“You’re back.” I pull my best friend, brother from another mother, into a backslapping hug. “How’s your ma?”
Edge’s granddad passed away two weeks ago, and the guy basically helped raise him and his sister Kira after his dad split.
“Hey, brother.” He pulls back. “She’s good, just glad everything’s over so she can try to get back to normalcy.” Edge glances around the patio, checking out the women, I’m sure. “I need some shots and some pussy.”
Sly laughs and slaps him on the back. “Well, there is plenty of that here.” He walks away, leaving Edge and me alone.
“Tell me, how are you really?” When you’ve been best friends with someone as long as we have with each other, it becomes easy to read them.
He shakes his head. “I’m fucking tired. Ma wanted to go through Gramps’s stuff, legal papers, policies, and clothes. Fuck, he left me his Harley. Thing’s old as fuck and needs a lot of work, but it’ll be amazing when it’s finished. I thought we could rebuild it together.”
“Fuck yeah, of course, brother.” I grab his shoulder, shaking him. “Let’s get you some shots and then we’ll find some pussy.”
Chapter Three
Edge (Wyatt)
The band plays “Crazy Bitch” by Buckcherry and the bitches in this place go fucking nuts for that shitty-ass song. I glance around, trying to find a woman who gets my dick hard, but it’s all the same old same old.
Razor comes up and stands next to me. “See the blonde at the bar? The one in the pink shirt?”
I look to where he’s pointing, and the moment I lay eyes on her, I feel my dick twitch in my pants. She’s fucking gorgeous and appears to be completely out of place here, but she doesn’t act like it. Instead she sips whatever’s in her glass while bopping her head to the music.
“She’s hot, but do you really think she’s going to agree to coming to the clubhouse with us tonight?”
Razor and I have always shared our women. Sure, we’ve fucked girls on our own, but we’ve just always shared. The first was Sara Jones, back when we were both sixteen. Many have come since then, but we always keep it casual. Neither of us are ready to settle down.
I start moving through the crowd toward her. I keep my eyes on her, and she must feel my gaze on her because she turns my way. Fuck, I feel like I’ve been kicked in the stomach. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’ve never had an immediate, intense reaction to someone before.
Her friend walks away, leaving an empty spot next to her. I lean against the bar, and her floral scent wraps around me, making my dick ache. The bartender stops in front of me, and I order a bottle of Bud. He sets it down and walks away. I grab the bottle and take a drink before turning toward her.
She’s looking at the stage, but the second she feels my eyes on her, she turns her head my way. I give her a small smile—I’m a master at this little game. Her cheeks turn a deep shade of pink and she returns my smile. Fuck, she’s pretty—she’s soft, feminine, and the complete opposite of what I usually go for.
“Hey.” I lean forward. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
She leans toward me. “Harper.”
“I’m Edge.”
Harper flashes her pearly whites as she gives me a wide smile. “Is that your real name?”
I shake my head. “It’s Wyatt.”
“I like it.”
I throw my head back and laugh. Fuck, that feels good. I haven’t done that in a while. “Well, I’m glad you approve. I haven’t seen you here before. Are you from around here?”
“I moved here four years ago,” she says. “I own the hair salon Flippin’ Out. It’s downtown, just past the mall.”
I reach out, grabbing a piece of her hair, winding it around my fingers. “Your hair is soft.”
Her pupils dilate as she stares up at me. I want nothing more than to claim her fuckable mouth, but she looks like the type of woman who’d run scared if I came on too strong.
“Thanks,” she says and smiles shyly up at me.
“Hey, gorgeous.” Razor comes up, standing next to me.
Harper turns to him and smiles. “Ummm…hey.”
“This is Razor.” I signal to her. “This is Harper.”
Razor grabs her hand, bringing it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. I want to punch him in the side of the head because the bitches are always drawn to his boy band good looks. Fuck me, I sound like a little girl. I better watch out because they’re going to come revoke my man card.
“Can we buy you a drink?” Razor asks.
She looks between the two of us. “That would be great, but I’m here with a friend.”
“Your friend can join us. We’re here with a group of our brothers,” I tell her.
Harper smiles up at me and nods. “Okay, sure.”
I place a hand on the small of her back, ignoring the warmth that spreads up my arm. Razor stands on her other side, and we lead her over to our tables.
We decided to take our party back to the clubhouse—Harper’s friend opted not to come with us. I was sure that Harper wouldn’t come back with us, but she hopped right onto the back of my bike.
Razor helps her off my bike, and they wait for me to do the same. We lead her inside and over to the bar. “What do you want to drink?” I ask her.
“I’ll just take a whiskey and diet if you have it.” She smiles up at me.
I ask one of the prospects manning the bar to make her the drink she wants, and he grabs Razor and me beers. With our drinks in hand, we lead her over to a table.
We keep her in between us, getting her used to being touched by both Razor and me. I notice the way her eyes flit around the room. It’s a lot to take in for an outsider, and there is a good chance she could still run before the night’s over.
“Do you want to play some pool?” I stand up, and we lead her over to the table.
Harper looks in between both of us. “I don’t really know how to play.”
Razor throws his arm around her shoulders. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll show you how to handle that stick.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her.
Her giggle is music to my ears. Harper turns to look at me. “What about you? Are you going to help me handle the stick too?”
I wrap my fingers around her hair again. “Baby, do you think you can handle both of our sticks?”
She looks between the two of us. “Oh, I’m sure I can.”
I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her toward me. I take her lips roughly, forcing her lips open with mine until our tongues duel. Razor comes up behind her and starts kissing her neck. Harper moans into my mouth as she grips my shirt in her fist.
When I pull back, Razor spins her to face him, pulling her in for a kiss. I grab her by the hips and slide my hands up her front until I’m cupping her tits. Fuck, these are either really good fakes or she was truly blessed with the best cans I’ve ever felt.