“If Peter was trying to buy her sweet ass, I wouldn’t blame him. This isn’t trying to buy her, though. He’s trying to buy her out, kick her out on the street, and leave her homeless. That I don’t agree with. Rosie doesn’t deserve that,” Billy said.
“She’s one of those nice women. Never says a bad word about anyone, and tends to get fucked over in the bargain,” Gavin said.
“I’d love to have her riding my cock,” Ethan said, grabbing his crotch. “Just being around her makes me so fucking hard.”
Pops shook his head. They all had a thing for the little bookshop owner. There were fifteen years between him and Rosie, but even he wanted her. He’d noticed her when she’d come back from college at twenty-five years old with dreams of her shop. When she unveiled her store front, she’d been so giddy with excitement, and he’d simply stood back and watched her.
He’d done that a lot over the past few years, watching, waiting.
Rosie had gotten under his skin, and made him want her for years. She didn’t even have to do anything either. He wondered if she even realized what she’d done to him and his little club. Old Boyz. That’s what they called themselves, and he was more than happy with it. A couple of young boys had thought they could try to take them. All of them had been proved wrong. The Old Boyz had a good reputation for being fair, but they also had another reputation. They took threats seriously, and they had been called a time or two to help women in need. Pops didn’t agree with violence against women, and was happy to snap the arms and legs of any man who thought they could lay a hand on them.
It was why the law looked the other way when there was a disturbance at the bar, or if there was a complaint about them, it disappeared. They did what no one else had the balls to do. They weren’t a gang, or an MC, or even a family. They were a bunch of friends that had seen hell together.
“Peter will throw her out on the street, and she’ll be penniless. He clearly wants her shop for something,” Gavin said.
“He wants to open up a brothel,” Ethan said. “Word on the street is that he thinks this place needs some drive-thru style pussy. If he gets enough votes, her place would be perfect for it, enough rooms, enough space. Taking her loan, pushing up the interest, it’s a good way of getting her out of the way, and he’ll own the shop as well.”
Pops sat back. He didn’t need to read any more of the facts. The figures had spoken for themselves. What he wanted to know was who the people were who had stolen her loan in the first place. He found those people, and he might be able to get some of the loan back, and also find out why they stole from her. For Peter to be involved, it was too much of a coincidence. At least, that was what Pops was thinking.
“Question is, boys, what do you want to do?”
“I like Rosie. I’ve been wanting to tap her ass for years,” Billy said.
“She’s not the screwing and leaving kind. You fuck her, you’ll stay with her,” Marshall said.
“You know what we’ve always wanted,” Ethan said. “We’ve talked about it a lot, and we share everything.”
“Do you really think sweet little Rosie is going to want to fuck not just one man but five?” Gavin asked.
“You don’t know what she wants.” Billy glared at everyone, looking mightily pissed off.
“What about what we want?” Pops asked. “We’ve talked about it a lot. Sharing one woman, and we’re all attracted to Rosie.”
“I want her,” Billy said. “I’m not going to stand around pretending I don’t. I want her. I want to fuck her, and be inside her. Seeing how nervous she was standing there, I want to protect her, and the only way I’ll ever be able to do that is if she belongs to me.” He slapped his hand on the table.
“That your answer?”
“That’s my answer.”
Billy stepped aside, and Pops looked at the rest of the room. “Thoughts?”
Marshall stood, tapping his hand on the table. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.”
Ethan nodded. “You don’t have to question me. I’ve done everything I can to get to know Rosie. Even started reading fucking romance just to try and talk to her about something other than the weather.”
They had all spoken many times about what they wanted, and Pops turned toward Gavin.
Out of all of them, Gavin was the most pessimistic. He didn’t believe they’d find a woman who would want any of them, especially all together.
Pops had a feeling Rosie wasn’t like most women, and she would thrive having the devotion of five men.
“Thoughts?”
“I think you’re making a mistake.”
“What are your thoughts about Rosie?” Pops asked.
“He’s got a hard-on for her. He spends all time in town fucking watching her,” Billy said.