“A guy? What the fu—” He shakes his hands out in front of me. “I’m not fucking gay.”
“It wouldn’t matter if you were,” I assure him. “Dad and his old crew would’ve had a problem with it, but I don’t think the guys now would give a damn. In fact, I’m pretty sure Smalls and—”
“I don’t give a shit,” he interrupts. “I took a vow of celibacy ten years ago because I needed some things to change in my life, not because I’m hiding who I truly am.”
He flinches. The movement is slight, but it’s there none-the-less. Whatever reasoning is behind his vow is a part of who he is. Nodding, I concede to drop the subject.
“You’re the only one I trust around here,” I confide.
“Only because you think I’m into dudes,” he mutters before we leave the chapel to make arrangements for the rest of the crew while I’m gone.Chapter 12Candi
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,” I tell Molly with my eyes downcast.
Every time I look up or walk into a room, I have to steel myself to see all sorts of sexual activity. At any given moment someone will go from whispering in each other’s ears to tits being pulled out. That never lasts long though. The men, nor the women, are really into delayed gratification. I know when the whispering starts, the sound of moaning and sex will be around shortly.
“You get used to it,” Molly mutters not even looking up from her magazine.
It’s as if my friend doesn’t even see the couple on the other end of the sectional sofa as they fuck. I mean, they’re shaking the damn couch we’re sitting on, and she’s focused on some home decorating periodical.
“They’re like beasts,” I hiss when Xena’s long ass leg gets close to touching me. Not knowing what else to do, I scrape my broken fingernail along her instep, forcing her to yelp and pull it away. Thank god the club members don’t usually do more than pull their cocks out. The only saving grace is that usually thrusting hips and asses are covered up. “Like feral animals who just satisfy any urge they have without possessing the ability to wait until they get to another room.”
Molly chuckles, folding the magazine in her lap before looking over at me. “Feral beasts?”
“Exactly,” I tell her, grateful that she’s paying attention to me so I can have something other than tits, cocks, and grunts to focus on.
“Rumor has it you were pretty feral in the chapel the other day.”
My eye twitches, but I refuse to respond, knowing her ass has been holding on to that information for the last five days.
“Your brother,” I begin, but my words fade off because I don’t know how to end the sentence. My words and my actions haven’t exactly lined up lately. I’ve always hated hypocrites, and my own character flaw being pointed out is sobering.
“My brother what?” she challenges with a smirk on her pretty little lips.
“When do they get back?” It’s the best I can come up with as a means to deflect from what I was about to say.
Most of the men left days ago. I’m sure some people here know where they are and why they went, but I wasn’t privileged enough to receive that information. I also haven’t had the guts to ask anyone. I know Molly’s keeping secrets. I know she recommended me to help Boston with the books, whatever the hell that meant, but he isn’t around either. The only guys left in the clubhouse are Briar, two prospects, and whoever the grunting member is beside me that just orgasmed with minimal fanfare.
“No clue,” she says answering a question that takes me a long minute to realize I’d asked.
Her eyes dart from mine to over my shoulder. When they don’t look away, a sure sign that she’s giving someone privacy while they do private things in public, I know that Xena and the club member have unlatched from each other and something else is drawing her attention.
“Oh,” I praise looking over my shoulder. “He’s cute.”
“That’s Ronan,” my friend whispers. “He’s a prospect.”
“Have some fucking class, Princess,” I tease throwing her words back from my first night.
“Don’t call me that,” she hisses. “Ronan won’t be a prospect long.”
“He looks like the younger version of—”
I squeal when she pinches my leg. “Don’t even say it.”
The words never leave my mouth, but my eyes still dart around the room. Briar’s ice-blue eyes are glaring in this direction, but he doesn’t see me. The only thing he concentrates on is Molly.
“Tell me about him,” I beg when her eyes finally meet mine. “I never see him with a girl.”
Looking back over my shoulder without answering, I watch my best friend bite into her lip, focusing on the boy at my back. The man across the room isn’t impressed, but I’m not convinced. Molly is too stiff beside me, her focus is split between the two males, and I know for a fact that the scale is tipping in Briar’s favor.