Blood & Bones: Whip (Blood Fury MC 11)

The way she looked at him when she thought he didn’t notice.

He’d seen it.

Whip figured he had surprised her by not being who she had expected. Realizing he was more than just a dick to ride while waiting for her real ride to be fixed.

She probably never imagined she’d end up knocking boots with a biker younger than her from a small town in a mostly rural area.

Fallon had been an executive in a big city. A professional. A woman who had complete control of her life. Whip was so damn far from that. The only real thing they had in common was their bikes. And the fact they were good in bed together.

But that was it.

Not that it needed to be anything more. She’d be continuing on her journey as soon as her “Agnes” was repaired. Unfortunately, by fixing her sled, he would be the one sending her on her way and out of his life.

He scrubbed a hand down his cheek, not even hearing the conversation surrounding him where he sat at the table.

The staff at Dino’s always set up the back banquet room for their group whenever they came in. Their numbers had increased so much over the last few years with adding new members and ol’ ladies that they now had to push enough tables together to form a U. The room wasn’t big enough to set them up end to end anymore.

This morning, he had to force himself to leave Fallon’s motel room to head back to the farm to get cleaned up, changed and ready for the ride. They had remained locked in her room since Friday night, never leaving once. The only time either one of them dressed was when he pulled on his jeans long enough to answer the door for food deliveries.

They had made a pretty good dent in that bowl full of wraps. His goal was to use every damn one of them before she rolled back out of Manning Grove. Fallon had also taken that as a challenge and thank fuck she was onboard with it.

She must be trying to get her fill of dick while she had someone ready, willing and able. He had no problem being that dick for her. It wasn’t a sacrifice on his part whatsoever.

Whip stared at his half-eaten bowl of now cold homemade chicken and dumplings. A heavily-ringed hand waved in front of his face and he lifted his eyes to the asshole it was attached to.

“Damn, Junior, you got it bad. It’s pussy. There’s plenty of it out there,” Ozzy said. “No need to be obsessin’ over one.”

“Ozzy,” Shay scolded him softly. “Leave him alone.”

The club secretary shrugged. “The woman musta fucked his brains out. He’s sittin’ there like a fuckin’ zombie. Or a teen boy after his first wet dream.”

“Maybe he’s tired,” Shay suggested.

“Yeah, from all that fuckin’,” Ozzy said with a grin. “That cougar have claws?”

“Shoulda told her to stay at the hotel instead of the motel since you’re nosy as fuck,” Whip told him.

“Hard not to notice with your sled parked out in front of her room all fuckin’ weekend. And you texted me to have the housekeeper skip that room. Pussy must be sweet as fuck.”

“Ozzy,” Shay said a little more sharply this time.

He turned toward his ol’ lady. “What?”

Shay bugged her eyes out at him and shook her head.

Whip didn’t need a woman fighting his battles. “We wanna discuss your sex life?” He lifted an eyebrow. He was pretty damn sure Shay didn’t know all the shit Ozzy had done in the past and also with whom.

The list was long on both accounts.

“Problem over there?” Judge asked from the other side of the U. Leaning back in his chair and finished eating, the sergeant at arms had an arm thrown over Cassie’s shoulders and one massive hand planted on her protruding belly.

“Nope,” Oz answered the club’s sergeant at arms. “No fuckin’ problem at all. Just bustin’ on Junior here.” He grabbed Whip’s shoulder and shook him. “Right?”

“Fuck off,” Whip said under his breath, jerking up his shoulder to shed Ozzy’s hand.

Ozzy laughed and removed it, then patted Whip’s chest over his cut. “Just havin’ a bit of fun.”

“And that’s what Whip is having with Fallon, so leave him alone,” Shay said quietly but loud enough to make a point with her ol’ man, especially when she added a raised eyebrow.

Ozzy ginned, grabbed her chin, leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips. “Anythin’ for you, baby.”

A whole bunch of mocking kissing noises rounded the group of tables.

“Anythin’ for you, baby,” Deacon mimicked with a laugh. “Never thought anyone would be able to bring you down a peg, asshole.”

“Look who’s talkin’,” Ozzy said. “If anyone’s got their nuts in a vice, it’s you.”

“That vice gave me a son,” Deke answered, not taking offense at all. “I was in that fuckin’ delivery room. After witnessin’ that, I can tell you whatever this woman wants, this woman gets. ‘Cause fuck if I’d survive pushin’ a head this size,” he made a circle with both hands, “outta a hole this size.” He made a much smaller circle with his thumb and forefinger.