I know she’s playing up the enthusiasm because we discussed the date earlier. Well, I gave her simple details and one-word answers. She knows how I feel about Briar, and she also knows that he isn’t someone I can get over after one evening with another handsome guy.
Owen: A party? Nice. Want some company? I’m awesome at beer pong.
I snort another laugh.
Me: You’re full of shit.
Owen: Okay. You caught me. I’ve never played, but I have surgeon's hands, so I imagine that would translate well with aim.
“What is his damn problem?” Legs bitches, pulling my attention from my phone and in her direction.
Following her line of sight, I see TJ sitting on the couch. A girl he would normally be all over frowns as she walks away from him. Ronan saves the day, grabbing her by the hips and lowering her onto his lap.
“What’s he looking at on his phone?” Zoe asks as we all watch him.
“I peeked over his shoulder one day last week,” Xena says as she pours another row of shots. “It’s just a little red dot moving slowly on the screen.”
“He hasn’t fucked me in days,” Legs complains.
“I haven’t seen his dick in weeks,” Vixen adds as she reaches for one of the filled shot glasses.
“I’ve never had the pleasure,” Kai joins in with a sigh, also reaching for a shot glass.
We all laugh at his antics.
Kai has been an amazing addition to the clubhouse. He’s feisty, super funny, and has the hands of an angel when it comes to waxing eyebrows.
A loud whistle echoes around the room when Kai lifts a shot glass to his lips. It stops, suspended in the air, before a drop even touches his mouth.
“Later ladies,” he says with a grin as he drops to his hands and knees. “Daddy doesn’t like it when his pet drinks.”
“You did that just to get a fucking spanking,” Xena teases as he crawls away and in the direction of Professor.
Kai gives an exaggerated shake of his ass, making the now famous foxtail butt plug swish against the backs of his thighs.
“I honestly thought TJ was going to make me his old lady,” Legs whines. “Whoever he’s fucking outside of this club can go to hell.”
Frowning when Xena snorts across the table, I turn in Legs’s direction. I open my mouth to let her down easy, but Xena opens her trap before I can even form words.
“You can’t claim him,” Xena begins, but she draws in a long breath as if she’s about to climb on her soapbox. It’s a favorite place for her to stand, especially when the new girls come in and think they can piss a circle of ownership around any of the guys.
Zoe is the only woman in this club that has any form of claim on a man, and even with as much as she loves my brother, that claim would mean nothing if he didn’t claim her first.
“Look!” Legs snaps, pointing her finger across the room before Xena can speak again. “He does this all of the time. First, it’s the damn phone, and then he’s out the door. I’m going to get the phone from him and find out just what the fuck is going on.”
“Listen to me.” Xena digs her nails into Legs’s arm until she squeals and turns to face her. Legs tries to pull her arm away, but Xena’s grip is unrelenting. I take a step back, not even interested in getting in the middle of a club whore fight.
“You’re hurting me,” Legs whimpers.
“When he wants to fuck you, he’ll fuck you. Until then, you spend your time with the other men around here who want your attention. That’s how it goes.” Xena gives her a little shake when Legs’s lip turns up into a snarl. “You go snooping around for shit that’s none of your business in this clubhouse, and a couple of scratches on your arm will seem like fucking child’s play.”
Legs swallows, but she’s being stubborn and refuses to acknowledge Xena’s warning.
“Am I clear?” Legs nods quickly before ripping her arm from Xena’s and storming out of the room. “Where the fuck is Piper? I shouldn’t be responsible for parenting the baby whores. That one’s liable to poison my food.”
“Maybe you need to tell her about Wendi?” Vixen says with a shrug on the other side of the table. “She won’t try to go after that phone again.”
“Who’s Wendi?” Zoe asks.
“Wendi,” I begin with a heavy sigh, “was a girl that managed to infiltrate the club. She was sent to get information by someone that wasn’t very happy with my father.”
“Okay,” Zoe says. “And your dad was mad when he found out?”
“He wasn’t as upset as the man who got his wife back in eight different boxes,” Xena says.
“No,” Zoe gasps, covering her mouth with her hand. “The guys wouldn’t hurt a woman.”