“How do you know them?”
“I asked you first, kitty cat.”
She had to smile. “I ran into them a couple days ago,” she admitted.
Tamara’s gaze sharpened. “Are you staying with them?”
She knew better than to confide in a stranger, especially about the whereabouts of the men’s camp, so she shrugged and said, “Nah. They’ve been on the move since I met them. If they have a home base, I don’t know about it.”
The other woman relaxed. “Yeah,” she said ruefully. “I’ve been trying to pry the location outta them for more than a year, but the boys are very hush-hush about where they make camp.”
Hudson nodded and sipped her drink. As silence fell between them, her mind wandered back to Connor and the redhead. And the wicked things Connor was probably doing to the redhead.
On second thought, maybe she was pissed off. Because… well, the nerve of that bastard. How could he sit there and watch her tremble in orgasm and then abandon her so he could get off with some other woman?
As if reading her mind, Tamara laughed softly. “Ah, don’t let it get to you, honey. Connor is a hard man to land.” She lit a cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke past Hudson’s face, then held out the cigarette pack in offering.
Hudson wasn’t much of a smoker, but at the moment she was so on edge, she welcomed the nicotine buzz. She brought the cigarette to her lips and leaned in so Tamara could light it for her.
“Honestly, you’d be amazed at the sheer volume of women that throw themselves at him,” Tamara said as she pocketed the silver lighter. “I ran into him at a bar out east once, and the second his fine ass walked into the room, every girl in the place was begging to ride on his dick. But he’s very selective. Oh, and he never fucks the same woman twice, so don’t worry, hon. That cute little redhead will be nothing but a distant memory in a matter of hours.”
Hudson took a drag and eyed Tamara pensively. “Have you ever… you know…?”
“With Connor? Nah. He’s smarter than that.” She grinned. “Connor knows I’d eat him alive. But him —” She tipped her chin at Rylan, who was tangled up with Jamie again. “He lets me do whatever I want to him. Doesn’t care how many bite marks I leave.”
This time, Hudson’s cheeks didn’t burst into flames when she turned to watch Rylan in action. His powerful buttocks flexed as he pounded into Jamie from behind, and yet Hudson didn’t even bat an eye. It was crazy how fast she’d grown desensitized to the lusty activities happening around her. The sex had become background noise.
Tamara followed Hudson’s gaze. “Trust me, the man knows how to use that cock of his. And that piercing? Fan-fucking-tastic.” She exhaled another puff of smoke, then gave a discreet nod toward Pike. “Now, if you’re looking for someone a little more intense, you can go with Pike. Or at least, you can try to. He’s even more elusive than Con. He’s also a mean bastard sometimes, but he’s your best bet if you’re in the mood for a rough ride.” Tamara’s eyes gleamed mischievously. “Every girl needs to be manhandled once in a while.”
“What about them?” Hudson gestured to the Kade-and-Xander sandwich across the room. “What do they have to offer?”
“To me? Nothing. I fuck men, not boys.”
Tamara grinned again, and Hudson couldn’t help but grin back. Tamara’s boldness was kind of entertaining. Come to think of it, every other woman in the room was throwing off the same confident vibe. It was like they all recognized their own power. They weren’t servicing the men like the women who came to the Enforcer compound. They weren’t just giving pleasure – they were taking it. And damn if that wasn’t an exhilarating notion.
She was starting to understand this world now. The idea of living in the moment and taking what you wanted. Her whole life she’d done what her father had expected of her. She’d followed his rules. Dominik’s rules. The GC’s rules.
But there were no rules here, and she needed to remember that. She needed to forget about the world she’d lived in before and start living in the world she was in now.
She needed to start taking.
Hudson wasn’t surprised when Connor ordered her to ride in the Jeep with Rylan instead of taking her on the bike, and a part of her was grateful not to be plastered to his body right now. It was hard to think when Connor was around. Hard to block out her attraction to him and just breathe.
Luckily, Rylan didn’t push her to make conversation, at least not right away. They’d been driving for more than an hour before he finally glanced over with a teasing smile.