“Dude, come on, it’s free pussy. I bent her over, took her, and left.”
“Rode me until no tomorrow, but you know, I don’t really remember it.”
“Don’t stress about it.”
When he then asked about the next morning, all of them said the same thing, Sable wasn’t around to go again.
She was gone.
As he climbed off his bike, Forge gave him a look. He was proving to be a bit of a problem with this plan. Maybe because he’d learned the woman he thought was a whore was anything but and it was fucking killing him.
The things he’d said to her, the way he’d treated her. There was no doubt in his mind. Sable wasn’t a club whore. The brothers went to her room, passed out, and when they woke up in the morning, she was always gone to make sure they didn’t reach for her.
Sable had saved herself and he wasn’t going to be an asshole and try to wonder why, he knew why.
Him.
She’d saved herself for him because for some strange reason, Sable had feelings for him. He didn’t deserve them.
“Oh, fuck me,” Sweetheart said. “Seriously. She’s working here? This place is better for her than the club? I knew I should have given her up the moment I spat her out. Cheating slut!”
He clenched his hands into fists as he listened to Sable’s mother rant.
This was a really bad idea. Whatever was about to go down, it was going to hurt Sable. She had to be one good actress to get through this.
She has to be. She’s convinced an entire club of being free pussy all this time she’s saving herself for you.
Dog never really considered himself a possessive man. Loyal, sure, but when it came to club women, he wasn’t. There was usually always someone to ride his dick, and women he’d seen were happy to go where they were wanted. He never judged them for it and had known they would pass him up for a bigger dick within the club. He’d gotten used to it.
Sable had saved herself for him.
No other dick had been inside her.
She was fucking pure. All his, and he wanted a taste. No doubt in his mind what he wanted. He didn’t want some piece-of-shit cop taking what rightfully belonged to him.
“Don’t start. I’m hungry,” Forge said. “Anyone can go ahead and leave. I’m not going to force you to stay.”
Sable’s job was working at the local diner. Forge had done it purposefully. It would help show their plan in action by treating her like shit, but also when the plan was finished, Forge could bring her back into the fold.
It was complete and total horseshit.
Dog hated the plan, but he also didn’t climb back on his bike.
He entered the diner, aware of the sudden silence their presence always created.
They found a couple of free booths toward the back. A couple scurried away like scared little rats as they took a seat. Nothing new. He was used to it.
As he sat down, his gaze was drawn to her. She was a couple of tables away. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail. The uniform she wore hugged those sexy curves but it was modest. An ugly gray thing.
She didn’t look toward them but he saw how tense she was. She dealt with the order she’d just taken and he saw her have to compose herself before grabbing the coffee pot and filling people’s orders.
He knew what was to come, as did she. This was going to hurt her.
Forge would have known beforehand what her section was so they could sit here.
She stalled, waited, and finally, when it was clearly too rude to not come and approach them, she stepped toward the group.
They all froze.
“Slut!” Honey hissed the word.
Sable tensed up. Pen poised toward the notepad. She lifted her head. The fire in her eyes clear to see.
That’s right. Don’t fall. Don’t show your fear or your pain.
“What can I get you?” she asked.
“I don’t want you to take my food order,” Sweetheart said. “I don’t want traitor to rub off on my food.”
Sable stared at her mother. Teeth clenching. “Then you’re going to have to move.” She glanced around. “You’re in my section. You don’t want me to serve you, fine. Move.”
Damn, she was turning him on, standing up to her mother.
Sweetheart got to her feet and stepped toward her daughter. Dog tensed but Forge kicked him beneath the table, keeping him in check. He didn’t like this, not one bit, and it pissed him off. Still, he stayed put. The other customers were watching and he hated Sable going through this. She didn’t back down though, even as Sweetheart took her stance, arms folded.
“I don’t know what has gotten into you. Clearly, I’ve done something wrong. I taught you better manners. I taught you loyalty.”