Fuck, I’m a sick motherfucker. I jerk myself off until my semen is coating the tile and proceed to finish showering before I go back into my bedroom and get changed. After that I head downstairs and see a few of the girls there with totes and a whole bunch of decorations amongst other things. Scanning the room, my eyes immediately settle on Shiloh and Rosa. Rosa’s too busy looking through the tote to be payin’ attention to me, but I don’t mind. It gives me the advantage of surprise and I’m all for it.
“We have to be there at eleven, Rosa. We’re not going to make it since Bambi’s SUV hit the shitter last night,” Shiloh’s telling her.
“Everythin’ alright ladies?” I ask them, looking to Shiloh and then to Rosa.
Her eyes expand and I watch her take a gulp before she nods. “Yeah.”
Shiloh huffs and rolls her eyes. “No, it’s not. Bambi’s battery died in her SUV we think, and we had a whole bunch of stuff in the back of it for the surprise baby shower we’re throwing Natalie at the hospital. The nurses on her team are letting us use a conference room on that floor to make it special for her, and they said they can put her in a wheelchair for about thirty minutes to enjoy the party, but then they have to take her back to bed for her and the baby’s safety.”
“Alright, so what’s the issue?” I ask, lookin’ between the two women.
Rosa releases a pent-up breath. “We basically need to be in two places at once. Shiloh and I have been taking charge of getting the conference room ready, but she only has half the stuff she needs right here.”
“Alright, so why don’t I take my truck and we go grab the stuff from Bambi’s SUV? Maybe I can even give it a jump while we’re at it.”
“That would be awesome!” Shiloh smacks her hands together and turns to glance behind her. “Bambi, go with Axel and Rosa. They’re gonna go try to give your SUV a jump and see if they can fix it.”
Bambi smiles. “Right on, that would be amazing. Thank you!”
I catch Bama lookin’ from the other side of the room, a bit aggravated with me I think, but he doesn’t need to worry about shit. I’m not lookin’ at Bambi the way he does. Wonder when the kid’s just gonna rip the damn band-aid off and do what he fuckin’ wants.
“We’ll meet you there in no time,” I tell Shiloh before I dig my keys from the pocket of my jeans and head for the door. Rosa’s right on my tail and we get in my truck. After a minute, Bambi hops in the backseat and the second I hear her seat belt click, I head off into town.
I know they went out to a bar last night with some of the other Vixen girls, but I don’t exactly know where, so I clear my throat and ask, “Where’d y’all go last night?”
“Cowboy’s,” Bambi responds, while Rosa stays quiet as a mouse.
“Ah, the new place that opened up not too long ago?” I ask, keepin’ my eyes on the road in front of me.
“Yeah, they make a killer drink, and their guy behind the bar’s really cute, like holy crap.” Shit, Bama better make his shit known before he loses his chance with her. I’ve seen the two of them up close and personal a couple of times, but I don’t think anything’s happened. If it had, the entire club would know about it by now. We’re like one big family, always in the other’s business and all that.
Hell, the same way all of us fuckin’ know Chaz knocked up two women. Long story short, he knocked up his girlfriend, Crina, and neither of them knew it at the time . . . then they broke up and he slept with his best friend, who obviously is a woman, Cheyenne. He ended up getting back together with Crina and after a while it became apparent both the women were pregnant. There was a scuffle between everyone right around Valentine’s Day ‘cause Crina didn’t know Cheyenne was pregnant, but from the looks of it, things are calmin’ down between that weird situation. The best part is that Cheyenne is Frost’s ol’ lady, so yeah, they’re two women in a relationship together.
I don’t say a thing to Bambi and keep drivin’ until I pull up to the parkin’ lot behind the bar. I see Bambi’s SUV, so I pull my truck ahead of it and put the bad boy in park. I pop the hood of my truck, unbuckle my seatbelt, and get out. Then I head to the backseat and grab my jumper cables, securing the positive to my battery. All the while Bambi has gotten out of my truck and is poppin’ her hood and all that. Rosa’s taken both of the cables and props the hood up, putting them in the proper position and looks back at me.
Shit . . . I don’t think there’s anythin’ hotter than a woman who knows her way around machinery . . . whether it’s a fuckin’ car or a Sybian. I’m down for either. I double check Rosa’s put the jumpers where they need to go, and damn, I don’t think I should’ve. “I know how to jump a fuckin’ car, now will you go start your truck or what?” she snaps but fuck if I don’t do what she says. I hop back in my truck and turn it on, figurin’ we’ll give it a good five or ten minutes and then see if it’s enough to get Bambi’s SUV moving. Even if it is, I’ll have to see if one of the guys can lend a helpin’ hand. I swore Zane told me one of the prospects’ parents was a mechanic . . . I don’t know who, but I’m sure it’s either Siren or Doom.
After about ten minutes Bambi starts her engine and her old SUV comes to life. She squeals in delight and thanks me, so I grab the jumper cables and tell her it wasn’t a problem. Bambi mutters off how she’ll get over to the hospital right now and Rosa tries to go with her, but I take ahold of her forearm and pull her back. “If you don’t mind, I think we should talk about some shit.”
She narrows her eyes in on me but ends up nodding in agreement. “Sure, but it can’t take long. I have a lot of stuff to do at the hospital, so you have the fifteen minutes it’ll take us to get there.”
That’s fine, fifteen minutes is all I fuckin’ need.
Chapter Eight
If you entertain fear, you entertain a hiding place for the adversary
~ TheWordShared.Net
Rosa
Dammit. The last thing I want to do right now is to ride with Axel, but with the way he grabbed my arm I don’t think he’s giving me much of a choice. We both got plastered off our asses last night and proceeded to have many, many sexcapades. It was amazing, earth-shattering sex. Something I don’t think I’ve ever had in my entire life and I let the man take my body in ways I haven’t with anyone else. It really made everything come full circle with how Axel’s been the resident manwhore of the Reapers MC.
Hell, Shiloh and I are pretty good friends and she told me about how everything was right after she ended her relationship with Grim, Zorro, and Axel . . . but you couldn’t even call what they were a relationship. She was a clubwhore and they rotated her like some weird sort of sister-wife. There aren’t really clubwhores here at the Reapers MC, but I know that in other clubs this sort of stuff is considered normal.
Axel goes around to the front seat of his truck and slides in, so I do the same with the passenger side. While I’m buckling my seatbelt, he takes off and starts to head down the main stretch. “There a reason you wanted me alone?” I ask him, not wanting to beat around the bush. Though, I am curious because I don’t know what he wants. Axel and I have never been close, not in the least bit. Sure, we chat and get along but it’s not like the type of friendship I have with Grim, and he’s my best friend. But at the same time he was getting into his relationship with Natalie, I was head over heels for the man. A lot has happened since last summer, and while Grim and I had a bit of a scuffle we’re good now, and I respect the life he’s building with Natalie. We probably never would’ve worked in the first place, so I don’t know if that helps the fact, I fucked his brother, or if it just makes it so much worse.