Murphy(46)

“There won’t be any sex, no, that’s a mistake to have sex,” Eva said. “Does he think it was good? I mean, Tiny’s the leader of this fucking club, and he’s got sluts fucking him all the time, but they don’t get to talk about his technique.” Eva stopped to take another shot. Angel and Kelsey were giggling, sipping from their own beer. “I mean, he’s got the equipment, but I didn’t come once. He humped, groaned, and that was it.”

Eva then imitated some sounds that just disturbed Tate.

“Guys, are you forgetting this man’s my father? Ew,” Tate said, covering her ears.

“Not to mention my boss,” Blaine said, looking sick. “You women are tough cookies.”

“We’re the old ladies of the men,” Rose said, shouting the words. “We’ve got a lot of shit to put up with.”

The sweet-butts were sat together. Some were a bright red, but none of them said anything. Tate refused to feel bad for them. They all chose to be the women who fucked the men.

Sandy took a seat. Tate waited for Rose to send her away.

“I’m not just any sweet-butt,” Sandy said. “I fuck the men who are not taken. I told you, easy sex, nothing else. I don’t want to be an old lady.”

“She doesn’t. Zero offered her the chance to be his wife,” Rose said. “She turned him down flat.”

Eva took another shot, and Tate shook her head.

“So, is Murphy good in the sack?” Sandy asked.

“Excuse me?” Tate looked up at the blonde haired woman. The men stopped to look at her.

“It’s no secret. Tiny already knows about it.” Sandy poured herself a drink. “I just wanted to know seeing as you’ve had to listen to prowess about your father.”

Laughing, Tate shook her head. “I wish he wasn’t a good fuck, but he is. I hate him so much.”

The table burst into fits of laughter. Tired of not drinking, she downed three shots in a row and then lined up another three. She needed the buzz from the alcohol to get her through the rest of the night.

Emily left with Darcy, and the rest of the children were put to bed. With Eva and Rose’s help Tate got the rest of the girls drinking. Angel and Kelsey were now swaying from side to side. The empty tequila bottle was changed for a full one. Wandering over to the sound system, Tate put on a song and started dancing.

Steven caught hold of her shoulders. “You need to stop this.”

“It’s lockdown. I’m bored, drunk, and want to dance. Back off,” she said.

Rose was up on the table, and Hardy crashed through the front doors. He’d left to take a look around the perimeter.

“Baby, what the fuck are you doing?” Hardy asked.

“Dancing. Go and do your job. I’m having some fun with the girls.” Rose pulled Eva onto the table.

Tate giggled as Eva threw the nanny gown from her shoulders and became the sensual woman she’d always known Eva was. Angel grabbed Kelsey while Sandy grabbed Blaine. Tate chuckled. Seeing the uncomfortable look on his face, she decided to go and save him. Replacing him with herself, Tate danced with the blonde. Sandy had some moves. They rubbed together, and Tate was shocked when the other woman slammed her lips down on hers.

The kiss wasn’t awful, and it shocked her into silence.

Sandy pulled away, kissing down to her ear. “Did I also mention I was bi, and I’m seriously wet for you? You’re fucking hot, Tate.”

Her mouth fell open, and words completely failed her. What the fuck was she supposed to say?

“Erm, I’m flattered.”

Sandy gripped her ass, tugging her close. “You should be more than flattered. If Murphy isn’t blowing your world, give me a call. I’m more than happy to show you what a real woman feels like.”

“What the fuck is going on here?” Tiny’s voice cut across the music. The room fell quiet as the music was shut off.

Glancing over Tate saw Murphy watching her.

Smiling, she stroked Sandy’s cheek and kissed the other woman’s lips.

“Look, it’s the leader. Quick, he’s going to rock your world, not!” Eva said, laughing. Rose didn’t help matters by encouraging the other woman.

Tate watched them climb off the tables. Angel was the first to launch herself into Lash’s arms, since he had entered the club with the men.

“Baby,” Angel said. “I’m horny.”

“And drunk,” Lash said, glaring at Tate.

She gave him a wave in kind.

They disappeared.

Kelsey ran for the bathroom, no doubt about to throw up. She saw Killer follow after her.

Hardy held Rose back as Eva made her way toward Tiny.

“Guess what, buster? I’m drunk, and I can now say this to you.”