Blood & Bones: Rook (Blood Fury MC 7)

“I’m nothing,” she finished for him. “An unwelcome, untouchable tag-along. Right?”

“No one invited you, you forced your way in. Remember that. Trip tolerates it because of Deacon and Reese. That’s it.”

“Wow. Someone has a prickly burr up their ass tonight,” she muttered and took another swallow of the Jim Beam, hissing when she was through.

“Just remindin’ you that you bein’ reckless and forgettin’ who you are could really get someone fucked up. Nobody wants their colors stripped, no one wants to be taken out to the field and given a blanket party with that fuckin’ club.” He jerked his chin to where the wood club with the leather cord hung on the wall. The club used by the Originals and the same one Judge used on Cage not so long ago. The carved wood had dark stains from old blood on it.

It hung in The Barn as a reminder to follow the rules. But when his brothers were partying hard, sometimes they forgot those rules. Sometimes that shit slipped right from their muddled minds.

Sometimes temptations were stronger than consequences.

And Reilly was on the do-not-touch list along with Saylor and Tessa, Trip’s younger sister.

However, Reilly tended to be a dick tease. Rook didn’t think she did it on purpose, but it was more about how she lived life. To the fullest. Watching the blonde, green-eyed beauty tempted a lot of them. Drove a lot of them to touch themselves since they couldn’t touch her.

Even Rook.

Well, before the black-haired, blue-eyed bitch stuck to his brain like a fucking leech sucking out his sense. Damn it.

“You ain’t drivin’ back to your place tonight if you’ve been drinkin’.”

She cocked one blonde eyebrow in her very Reilly way. “So, where am I staying then?”

“In any of the empty rooms. Just don’t pick the one Dutch is in.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I saw and heard enough of that already.”

Rook grimaced. “Didn’t we all.”

“Trip doesn’t want women staying in the bunkhouse all night, though,” she reminded him.

“Don’t think Trip’s gonna give a shit if you stay in one of the rooms. Alone. He just don’t want it turnin’ into a whorehouse.”

She smiled and took another draw on the bottle. “That means I can’t cuddle up with you?” she teased.

“I prefer to keep the colors inked into my skin right where they belong, fuck you very much.”

She leaned closer and whispered, “We don’t have to tell anyone.”

“Reilly…”

She shoved his arm. “I’m just messing with you. I don’t fuck assholes. Especially colossal ones like you. You know, wide and loose from all the fisting done to you in prison.”

“Don’t knock it ’til you try it.” He ripped the bourbon from her fingers, finished it off and slammed the empty bottle on the shellacked bar top.

“I was drinking that!”

“I was drinkin’ it first. So you know, you drank my backwash. That’s one way for you to take me down your throat.”

“Eww. Gross!” she cried, but then laughed. Yeah, she was tipsy, for sure.

That meant she needed to stay away from any horny bastards including the new prospects who didn’t know how dangerous it would be to put a finger on her, whether she encouraged it or not.

“You can’t find an empty room, take mine.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “You won’t need it?”

“I’ll crash elsewhere if I need to.”

She grabbed his cheeks and squeezed them, giving him fish lips. “You can be the sweetest asshole sometimes.”

“Just don’t tell anyone.”

She slipped from the stool. “I’m getting shirts printed, just so you know. In fluorescent colors, too.”

He laughed, snagged her wrist and pulled her back to him. “You ain’t so bad.”

“Ooo. A compliment!” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Stop with all this sweetness. I can’t take it. I might stop thinking you’re an asshole.”

He released her wrist and when she turned, he gave her a stinging smack on the ass. “Go. My room’s unlocked. If you use it, lock the door behind you. You hear me?”

She shot him a smile over her shoulder. Fuck, she was tempting.

“And just ignore any dirty shirts or socks you find that are stiff,” he called out.

She waved a hand over her shoulder and shook her head. His gaze remained glued to the swing of her hips and ass until she disappeared through the door she had come out of a few minutes earlier.

At least she had taken his mind off Jet for those few minutes.

Reilly certainly made working at the garage more entertaining. But recently he had noticed Rev’s attention focused on her more often than not. Rook had warned him several times not to even think about it.

Rook’s head swiveled back to the bus bench where the threesome had been earlier. Rev had disappeared and Crystal now straddled Whip’s lap and rode him. From where he sat, Rook could barely hear the sweet butt’s high-pitched cries over the loud rock playing through the speakers.