Ho Ho Hennessy

The thought of having to share one of the men with another woman was her greatest fear. She didn’t need to be compared to the perfection of the women that Jewell had introduced her to when she had arrived.

“I’ll remind you of that when one of the brothers figure out you have his name.”

Her friend expected her to change her mind. Even though she almost did, she didn’t want Jewell to know that before she did. Dammit, she was there to make a change in her attitude, and she was going to do it even if she died of embarrassment at doing some of the things she had never been brave to try before.

“Maybe I won’t wait for the game to win. You said Fridays are a free-for-all. I might take one of the men to tide me over until naughty Santa begins.”

“Go for it. I would if I didn’t have to go to town. I introduced you to the married brothers at the factory before we came to the club. The only ones left are in the clubhouse, ready to fuck if you make the first move.” Jewell started to turn the door handle then stopped. “Except one. There is one who I wasn’t able to introduce you to. Gavin prefers to be left alone.”

“He’s the one—”

“Just steer clear of him. You can’t miss him when you see him. Half his skull is shaved and is covered in tattoos.”

“Trust me, I’ll keep my distance,” she promised as Jewell turned the knob so they could leave the room.

“Can I get you anything while I’m out?” Jewell asked as they went down the stairs.

Arin smiled down at the group of women waiting for Jewell as she whispered, “No. I brought everything I need. Just one quick question.”

“Yes?”

“If you were me, which one of the men would be … uh … would be the best choice to start with?” Embarrassment rolled off her in waves as Jewell waved the other women through the door before they could reach the end of the stairs.

“The best part of doing The Last Riders is you don’t have to pick. You can do them all.”

Chapter 2

Wearily taking his helmet off, Hennessy could see the breath he exhaled in the frost-bitten air. He had lost his fucking mind by not flying, which he would have if he didn’t hate flying worse than snow.

“It’s nothing like our club, is it?” his enforcer croaked as he got off the bike next to him.

“You mean, it has a ceiling?” Hennessy swore he left half of his frozen ass on the leather of his seat as he stood. Viper had failed to mention how cold it was when he had called to ask if Core and he could stay for a couple of days while on their way to Florida.

“It wasn’t Sarafina’s fault.”

He gave the last remaining member of his club a disgusted scowl as they climbed over a mound of snow that had been plowed to the side and made their way to the steps. “Who’s fault is it then?” He wiggled his fingers instead of punching Core, afraid his frozen hand would break into a thousand shards of ice.

Not intimidated, Core didn’t hesitate to place the blame where he considered it belonged. “You should have put batteries in the fire detector.”

“I didn’t have a ladder.”

“Yeah … well, now we have a club with a big hole in the ceiling.”

“Shut up. I fucked up. You think I don’t regret it?”

“Just saying … it wasn’t Sarafina’s fault.”

“You’re right. It was Apoc’s. She was his fucking dog.” Lifting his leg to the first step had his balls shriveling to walnuts at the stinging pain.

“Did you say something?” Core said at his back.

“Watch the first step,” he managed to get out hoarsely. Any plans of having kids in the future were now nonexistent, thanks to a dog that had the same mental capacity as his owner.

Hennessy had come to the long, hard conclusion that he had been too easy on his men. The first time that Apoc had shown up with the licking mongrel, he should have borrowed a car and taken it to the nearest animal shelter. But had he done that? Fuck no. He had been taken in by the soulful eyes and had even sprung for the dog bed and food to make it more comfortable. And what did he get in return? A clubhouse that had water damage from the fire hoses and a big, gaping hole in the ceiling because it had gone up in a blaze so fast that they had been lucky to have gotten out alive.

One of the firemen had pulled him off Apoc when he’d been told the source of the fire was the stove being left on. It hadn’t been left on. The fucking dog had jumped onto the stove to get to the steak that been waiting for him for when he had finished his nap. Unfortunately, the other brothers had also taken a nap after stuffing their faces and had left the dog unattended. The fucker had accidently turned the knobs on, determined to beat him to eating the fucking steak.