Ho Ho Hennessy

Nodding, Core left, leaving Moon and him alone.

Finishing his drink, Hennessy started to get up and follow Core’s example. “Where’s everyone?”

“Knox got a grant for a new tactical unit at the sheriff’s department, so the brothers went to check out the guns and equipment he was able to purchase. The women wanted to do some Christmas shopping.”

Damn, if he wasn’t so cold, he would ride back to town to check out the windfall that Knox had been able to score.

Moon took his glass from him, refilled it, and made one for himself. Hennessy took the glass instead of getting his ass up as Moon set the bottle down on a small table next to him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be watching the door?”

“Nickel pulled up after you did. He’s the one who got me out of the snowbank. It was worth taking a dive off the porch to get off that duty.”

Hennessy toasted Moon with his glass. “Glad to help.”

“Viper said you’re heading to Florida. Lucky you.”

Hennessy refilled his glass. It was as far from lucky as he could get. If it wasn’t for a four-legged destructor, he wouldn’t have to take the job in Florida. Now he needed the money to make the repairs.

“Yeah, lucky me.” Tipping his glass up, he downed it in one swallow.

Moon refilled both their glasses again. “You’re riding a different bike than you usually ride.” He unknowingly hit on a sore point.

Hennessy picked his glass up. “I needed to get some work done on it. I borrowed Apoc’s.”

Having to sell his bike had hurt as badly as when DJ had been killed. He had sold it to come up with the deposit to get work started on the clubhouse. He would have sold Apoc’s piece of shit, but it wouldn’t have given him enough to buy a case of beer.

Blurry-eyed, he saw the bottle was empty. Seeing it, too, Moon went to a shelf behind the bar, coming back with a new bottle.

“Viper bought your favorite drink of choice.”

Damn, he might be the one joining The Last Riders. Hell, he was even beginning to like Moon.

“Brother, now you’re speaking my language.”

Chapter 3

Arin adjusted the temperature of the water as the water cooled. Then she squirted out a generous amount of body wash into a washcloth before lathering herself. Soap bubbles clung to her breasts before the water spray washed them away.

The water warmed, surrounding her in a steamy mist. She hoped Jewell was right, that she could get close and personal to one of The Last Riders.

She had tried to talk Marcus into shower sex once when they were first married. She had never asked again when he hadn’t been able to hide his appalled expression.

“You’d kill me if we fell.”

Would she ever get him out of her mind? No matter how hard she tried, he somehow managed to slip through the cracks of her memories, bringing it all back in a rush.

Drowning out his voice, she reached for the silky body wash again, nearly slipping in fright when the shower door opened and a man stood there, seemingly just as surprised to find her there.

Holding the cloth to her breasts, she opened her mouth to yell at him to get out until she looked down. His nude body left nothing to the imagination, and she hadn’t had sex in so long that she had a lot of it. He was a wet dream come to life. She might not have had one, but she recognized one when she was gifted with it.

His brown skin covered a body that was sculpted to hell and back. He even had ridges that highlighted the cock that, while limp, was still long and wide enough that Marcus could only wish his was half its size.

“There’s enough room for two.”

She didn’t just say that, did she?

She must have, because he entered the shower and closed the door.

She was only a head shorter than him, so she was left to stare at his back as he moved in front of the spray.

Arin swallowed hard as her eyes traveled down his back to his butt. Sweet Jesus … if she had died and gone to heaven in this moment, she would be content. And if she had her phone, she would take a selfie and text the picture to her ex-husband.

“Who’s the poor bastard you photoshopped your picture into?”

Stop it, Arin. Don’t think of him. You have better things to be thinking about.

Putting her dirty thoughts in action, she hung up the washcloth before squirting the body wash onto his back.

The man turned as if she had stabbed him.

“I was going to wash your back for you.” She lifted the body wash in her hand.

“It’s cold.”

“I’ll warm it for you.” Placing the bottle on the shelf, she wiggled her fingers.

Nodding, he turned around to give her his back.