Kitty Kitty (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 5)

“I heard that his place was haunted,” Bellini said as he gathered a roll and pulled up a chair, obviously having listened to at least part of our conversation.

The waitress moved in beside him and stood between Bellini and Sin. “Can I get y’all some appetizers?”

As she asked this, she leaned forward and handed me a menu, only her eyes were so focused on Sin that she didn’t realize that she was knocking my glass of tea over until it was already being poured into Sin’s lap.

Sin cursed, and with nowhere to go, he ended up getting a lap full of tea and nothing to do about it.

“Oh, no!” the waitress said, reaching for the conveniently placed stack of towels that were on the edge of our table. “Let me help…”

She started to reach toward Sin’s lap with her stack of napkins and I placed my hand on his lap, fingers splayed over the supple flesh that I could feel there—even soft he had a lot of heft to him—and glared.

“I think we can handle cleaning him up,” I told her. “Now, kindly remove yourself from his dick.”

The waitress paused, her eyes wide, and stared at me in shock as if she couldn’t quite believe that I’d just told her to step away from his dick.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” She looked from Sin to me to Bellini and back. She even spared a quick glance for the other two brothers who were now laughing in amusement.

Whether it was due to the fact that I told the whore to step away from his dick, or because Sin had a drink poured into his lap, I didn’t know.

What I did know was that the dick underneath my hand was growing, and I was having a hard time not flushing with excitement.

I reluctantly pulled away, but not before my fingers brushed against the broad head of his cock that was now a little further down the length of his jeans than before.

“I’ll go get a towel to clean everything up,” Bellini murmured. “Tandy, you go and get a mop and her another tea, please. Then ask Beth to take this table over.”

Tandy looked pissed as hell for a second as she nodded in consent, then stomped off toward the bar where the bartender looked up and gave a jerk of her chin at Tandy’s words.

Bellini backed away from the table as he said, “Sin, I have a pair of sweats in my office. And some underwear, I think, in the drawer. I’m not sure whose they are, but it’s better than your dick flopping around for my entire restaurant to see in a pair of sweatpants.”

With that, he left to fetch the towel, and Sin was sliding out of the booth.

I pulled my feet up from the table since I could now feel tea dripping from the seat onto the floor, splashing on my boots.

“Be back,” Sin said as he headed down a back hallway and disappeared.

That’s when I realized that I’d been left with two men who were now staring at me.

“What?” I asked when they didn’t move their eyes.

“Tandy and Sin dated once,” Jim said.

My brows rose.

“Does he remember that they dated?” I asked curiously. “Because it was obvious that he didn’t remember her.”

“Maybe.” Jim shrugged.

“You’re not mad that they dated?” Bronx asked curiously.

I laughed then.

“Not at all. There were a lot of years that we didn’t know each other,” I pointed out. “In fact, if we’re going to keep count, then he should probably know about the four that I dated before him. But we’ve never really gotten to that point in our…”

Bronx held up his hand. “I get it.”

“You get what?”

I turned to find myself on eye level with Sin’s dick.

Sin’s very much not contained by underwear dick.

“You didn’t put the underwear on,” I mused.

Jim and Bronx started to laugh at Sin’s reply. “No, I didn’t.”

CHAPTER 10

I just released my own fragrance. Nobody in the car seemed to like it.

-Sin to Blaise

SIN

“How does this work?” she asked as I pulled up to her house.

“How does what work?” I wondered as I turned the truck off and got out, rounding it to get to her side.

She was already out and sliding down the length of the truck to come to a stop with her feet planted beside it.

“Do we start this just whenever?” she asked, gesturing between us. “What do we do? Are we just roommates? Are we more than roommates? Are we friends? Are we…”

I stopped her tirade with not my hand over her mouth, but my mouth on hers.

She gasped when my lips met hers, and I took advantage of her openness by sweeping my tongue inside, tasting her.

She tasted like chocolate still.

The way that she’d eaten the dessert that the chef had personally brought her had been such a complete turn on that I’d almost regretted not borrowing the underwear my brother had offered to keep my dick contained.