She smirks. “A little of both.”
“I don’t blame you. I would want to spend all my time with my ol’ man if I had one who looked like him and treated me like he treats you.” Tink sighs.
“Are you blind? You have two interested in you who you could choose from,” Minx tells her. I know exactly who she’s talking about, and she’s not wrong.
“I choose one of them, and their relationship will be compromised. I can’t, nor will I, do that to them,” Tink says. The fact she doesn’t want to come between their friendship, their brotherhood, says a lot about the kind of woman she is. They would both be lucky to have her.
“Why not have them both?” I whisper, so Chains doesn’t hear.
Tink groans. “That will only ever be a fantasy. The chances of that actually happening are slim.”
When we get to the clubhouse, there are a couple of guys sitting at one of the picnic tables.
“Hey, Ace. Hey, Ruger. When did y’all get here,” Minx asks. There aren’t many lights on out here, so I can’t see them very well.
“Bout an hour ago,” one of them says.
“Who’s this trouble maker,” the other one asks with a chin lift in my direction.
“This is Marley. She came down from Colorado a few months ago,” she explains to him.
“Marley.” He tests my name on his lips, and the corner of his mouth tips up in a half-smile. “Nice to meet you, I’m Ruger.”
“Nice to meet you, too,” I reply.
“Why don’t y’all come play a game of pool with us,” Tink asks. “Minx is about to ditch us for Raze.”
As if he knew we were talking about him, Raze walks outside.
“There’s my Kitty.” He stalks toward Minx, picking her up by the back of her thighs and kisses her.
“Playing pool will be a lot better than watching these two suck face,” Ace groans. Tink and I laugh as they both stand from the table, Ruger moving to my side.
“How you likin’ Texas,” he asks me.
“Honestly, I never leave the clubhouse to experience it.”
“You’re fuckin’ kidding! We gotta change that,” he says.
We walk into the clubhouse, and my eyes instantly find Rascal. It happens every time I walk into the same room as him. It’s some kind of curse. Naturally, he has a cut bunny with next to no clothes grinding against him. I’m surprised he’s not fucking her right here in the open. His eyes find mine, flashing me his devilish smile. Then his eyes move next to me. His smile goes rigid.
Cherry Pie by Warrant comes on, and I turn to Ruger. “Dance with me?”
His eyes light up with humor and he shrugs. “Sure, why not.”
Ruger grabs my hand, leading me further into the clubhouse and spins me around, so my back is to his front, his hands on my waist. I can feel Rascal’s eyes on me and glance at him. The cut bunny is straddling his lap, and he’s staring daggers at Ruger and I.
4
Rascal
Marley dancing with Ruger shouldn’t bother me, especially with Trix grinding on my lap, but it does. Trix leans in, kissing my neck. Once upon a time, it would do something to me. Now, it annoys the hell out of me.
“Wanna take this party back to your room?” Her lips graze my ear, making me grit my teeth. I don’t want to turn her down in front of Marley, but I don’t want her in my fucking room.
“Why don’t we go to your room,” I suggest.
I ‘m not interested in that either, but it’ll be easier to leave than to kick her out of my room.
Her eyes light up. “Okay.”
She climbs off my lap, grabbing my hand as I stand. I take a long drag off my pen as we walk down the hall.
“Hey, Ras. Lookin’ good, Trix,” Buzz says. “Come find me when you’re done with Rascal.”
“You can have her now.” I nudge her closer to him. “I’m headin’ to bed.”
“Ras, baby, I can come with you,” Trix whines. I ignore her and walk to my room, locking it behind me. Fucking Trix won’t get a certain brunette with dreadlocks out of my mind. I take my shirt off, tossing it into my dirty clothes hamper, taking my jeans off next. I turn the TV on, but I don’t pay attention to what’s on.
It was one thing seeing Marley in that outfit tonight. Then seeing her dancing with Ruger, both pissed me off and turned me on. Imagining her moving her hips against my dick makes me instantly hard. I make my way into the bathroom, turning the shower on. I wait a couple minutes for it to warm up before stepping in. Remembering the way her sexy as sin body moved so fluidly to the music has me reaching for my dick.
Sliding my hand slowly up and back down, I jerk off imagining Marley’s mouth wrapped around my cock. Before I know it, I’m blowing my load on the shower wall. Nothing was relieving about it. I’m left even more frustrated than I was before. There’s gotta be a way to get her out of my system without fucking her.
I finish my shower and get out, drying off as quickly as possible. Grabbing a pair of sweats, I slide them on and climb into bed. I take one last hit off my pen, turn out the light, and pass out.
A week has gone by since I saw Marley and Ruger together. She’s holed herself up in her room again, and I haven’t seen her since. Ruger, on the other hand, I’ve seen every day. The Nomads are in town with no sign of leaving any time soon. They do this every so often. They come back to touch base with Prez and catch up with all the brothers. Right now, Ruger and Reaper are taking advantage of the pool tables.
The scent of bacon and pancakes is coming from the kitchen. Walking in, I’m met with Wren, Tink, and Rivet cooking breakfast.
“Well, isn’t this a beautiful sight,” I tease them.
“Too bad none of it’s for you,” Tink tells me.
I grab my chest, feigning heartbreak. “Tink, you wound me.”
“You heal quickly. Now, get out.” She shoos me away.
I walk out of the kitchen with a chuckle, damn near running into Marley. I smirk. “Hey, Princess.”
She glares at me. “What do you want?”
“Why do I have to want something? Can’t I say hi?”
“No,” she clips. I watch as she walks away without another word.
I shake my head. When I turn around, Trix is walking right for me.
“Hey, baby.” She slides her hands up my chest. “Wanna go have some fun?”
“Not right now, Trix. I got shit to do.” It’s a lie, I just don’t want to do shit with her.
She sticks her bottom lip out in a pout. “That shit doesn’t work on me, Trix. Now, go on somewhere.”
Trix walks away, sulking until she sees her next victim, Bear. He’s all too happy to entertain her.
Ruger walks over to me. “How’s it goin’, Ras?”
“Not too bad. You?”
“It’s always nice being back here,” he says.
“I don’t know how y’all stay out on the road for so long. I couldn’t do it,” I admit.
“It’s tough sometimes, but we make due. I gotta ask, is there something goin’ on with you and Marley?”