“I didn’t hear them come in.” I look up at the wall with the chime on it. “That thing didn’t go off either.”
Minx chuckles. “He doesn’t always announce himself.”
“I can’t wait for him to release you,” Chains says as he leans in a little too close, wrapping his arm around my back. He’s stayed away for the most part since they got back two days ago, but it seems the liquor is giving him courage.
“Church!”
The party dies down immediately when Lynch storms across the room. Watching as the men turn to follow him, I notice it’s only the ones with certain patches. The prospects keep doing whatever menial job they’ve been given, and the guys everyone calls hangarounds smile wide, knowing that the pow-wow frees up the women.
“I never imagined they’d be so religious,” I joke a little too loudly.
Lynch snaps his head back in my direction, and my body suddenly aches for him. The alcohol isn’t only working on Chains because I feel bold and brazen. I set my drink down and walk in his direction. The extra sway in my hips is for him alone. Molly being a couple inches shorter than me has never seemed like a blessing until I put on one of her blue jean skirts today. It barely covers my ass. Too bad I’m walking toward him because he’s missing out on the show from the back.
Before I can get fully across the room, he steps inside of the room and closes the heavy doors in my face.
“Asshole,” I mutter as I head back to the girls and scoop my drink back up.
“That was established a long time ago,” Molly says as she leans on me to steady herself.
“He’s not an asshole,” Minx argues.
A laugh bubbles from my throat. I wouldn’t be an asshole to her either. The girl is drop dead gorgeous, as in other-worldly.
“No one is mean to you,” Xena agrees with a kiss to her friend’s cheek. “Because that pussy of yours is so damn addictive.”
I nod my head, drunk and happy because I can see that about her. One sip turns into four more consecutive sips of the blue liquid.
“I bet your mouth tastes like heaven,” Ronan whispers in my ear as he gathers up the dirty cups on the table in front of us.
“Only one way to find out,” I tease as he walks away.
The girls laugh at me as I watch him leave.
“He’s great in bed,” Vixen advises from her seat at the pub-style table to the side of the dart board.
I tried to hate her, to give her the cold shoulder after watching her suck Lynch off a week ago, but I couldn’t stay mad. Not only was I turned on more than I ever have been while watching her, but she’s also so freaking nice. All of the girls here are. Molly told me they were, told me they were some of the most amazing women I’ll ever meet, but I couldn’t go on just her word. I couldn’t believe that women who lived here and fucked all the men would have any redeeming qualities, but they are amazing.
I haven’t had trouble with one single girl. The attention and seduction Lynch got last week from Vixen were just as powerful as what Axe got two days ago, and another member got last night. They really enjoy what they do. I’m the one with the preconceived notions of how women should act. Hell, I’ve been fighting against those standards since I was born, but put me in front of a group of people that are actually living freely like I’ve always wanted to do, and all of a sudden, I have negative opinions.
“My parents really fucked me up.”
“What are you muttering about over here?” Molly wraps her arms around my waist, leaning her head on my shoulder.
“I really disliked these girls.” I wave my hand in front of me showcasing the entire group before freezing. They should be pissed, angry at me for saying that shit out loud, but they all smile. “But they’re too damn nice.”
“I’m not nice all the time,” Xena counters. “Let me get you on my cross, I’ll prove it.”
“That sounds like fun,” I tell her. “Right now?”
I have no idea what she’s talking about, but I have enough alcohol in my system to try just about anything.
“Did anyone see where TJ went?” Legs walks up and lifts a drink from the tray that has suddenly appeared from nowhere. “He left the room to grab some lube and never came back.”
“They’re in church,” one of the girls answer.
“Lube?” My eyes cross when I try to focus on her face. “Sweetheart, he should get you so wet that you never need lube.”
The girls chuckle around me, a chorus of happiness and disbelief.
“TJ is a master at getting a girl wet,” Minx purrs.