Burned(Devil's Blaze MC 2)(33)

“Of course Annie’s happy. That’s, like, every woman’s fantasy. Shit I want to be her.”

“You just got all self-righteous about it!” I don’t like the idea of two men sharing Katie at all.

“Only because I thought they had, like, six wives or some shit. What you just described is hot as hell. Hmm, you seem to have a lot of brothers. Maybe you could hook me up with a couple to play with. If I’m going to be held there against my will, I might as well have fun.”

“Sorry, baby. I offered you my dick last night and you turned it down. I’m the only option available to you. So, all of this,” I say, making a sweep over my body like a game show model, just to piss her off, “I’ll just give to someone else. You’ll just have to go without any while you’re at the clubhouse.”

“Not likely.”

Those two words bother me. Is she planning on fucking some of the other brothers? That shouldn’t get to me; she’s just a one-night stand. I’ll most definitely be finding a replacement tonight since she seems to have her legs closed permanently. No matter my plans though, the thought of Katie fucking any of my other brothers pisses me off.

I’m jerked out of my thoughts when her voice brings my attention back to her. “You cannot seriously be contemplating wearing that t-shirt out of this room.”

I look down at my blue t-shirt with the yellow writing that says Choking Hazard and has a yellow arrow pointing down to my dick. I look back at Katie with a smile. “You inspired me.”

“Where the fuck do you get these shirts? And how do they let you out at night by yourself?”

“Don’t be jealous, sweetness. I’d let you choke on my cock tonight over the chick I’ll end up picking up. You’re the one who told me no. If you change your mind before I head out, the offer still stands,” I tell her with a wink. “At least, for a couple more hours.” She throws a pillow at me, but I just grin. “I’ll be right outside. Don’t make me sorry I didn’t chain you back up,” I tell her, leaving my parting shot. I close the door just as she starts screaming. Good times really. I’d be lying my ass off if I didn’t admit that I love sparring with her.

“I hate you!” the muffled yell broadcasts through the door.

“Sounds like you guys are getting along just great,” Latch says. He and Sabre are standing over by their bikes, looking impatient.

“I always like to leave them screaming for more,” I joke as we say our goodbyes and slap each other a little too hard on the back. I still say I hit harder. Bastards.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” Sabre asks me. I swear, since he hooked up with Annie he worries over everything.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll drag my feet a day or two just to see if Beth is going to follow us, and it’s not like the Donahues know I’m bringing Beth back anyway.”

“Yeah, I know. I just got a weird feeling about this shit.”

“You always have feelings lately. You’re worse than a fucking mother hen. I’ll be fine,” I reiterate.

“Whatever, fucker. Just don’t let your dick get in the way of the big picture.”

“Shit, it takes a big picture to actually hold my dick.”

They shake their heads and Latch’s laughter is loud, which is good. Something is going on with him. He and Sabre haven’t said a lot about it, but Latch is going back overseas soon. Shocked the fuck out of all of us that he’d leave Sabre and Annie, let alone Lucy.

“Check in, asshole,” Sabre orders.

“Will do, mom.”

“I’m serious, man. Something about this whole damn thing isn’t sitting right with me. I’m not sure what it is. You mentioned Katie thinks Skull pushed Beth away. We know that shit didn’t happen. So what the fuck really did?”

“You think it’s the Donahues?”

“Maybe. Hell, I don’t know. It just seems like the Donahues have always been one step ahead of us, even when we were at war.”

“A mole,” I answer, and it is an answer, because I’ve had the same thought. We all have. Skull and I have had that discussion often. Pistol was the number one suspect, but he tried to save Bethie and got himself gut-shot in the process. Fucker almost died. The fact that he put his life on the line for Beth is the only reason Skull hasn’t killed the motherfucker himself.

“Maybe. There sure is something going on. You better watch your fucking back.”

“Will do. You do the same.”

“Always. Later, bro,” Sabre says, starting up his bike.

He and Latch wave as I turn back around to look at the motel room where Katie is. It shouldn’t make me fucking happy that I’m alone with her for a few days.