Page 165 of Sweet Temptation

When they got off, Blazer made slow work of checking out my ride.

Piper walked over to me. “Looking good, Sterling. You been working out?”

“Feel like I’ve put in a few miles lately, chasing this goddamn ghost.” I threw Blazer a look. He’d settled against my bike, resting his ass on my seat.

He crossed his arms and looked me up and down.

“He’s always had a soft spot for Indians,” Piper said, referring to my bike.

I doubted that. Both Piper and Blazer rode Harleys.

“I’m honored you guys wanted to hang,” I said dryly. “You looking to patch me into your club now?”

“Didn’t know you wanted in,” Piper said.

“A guy can dream.”

“Guess you’ll have to keep dreaming,” Blazer muttered.

“Actually, I’ve got some news for you,” Piper informed me. “We got a little intel on Blair Sanchuk from our friends over at the Sinners MC.”

That got my attention. Right now I’d take any intel I could get—as long as it was good.

“I thought the Sinners were your mortal enemies.”

“Enemies is such a strong word,” Piper said, with mock offense. “And I think you misunderstand our relationship. The Sinners fuckin’ exist out of our charity.”

“The West Coast Kings are a charitable organization now? Congrats. That’s very humanitarian of you.”

Why?

Why did I have to go antagonizing him when he’d just offered me information?

“You know, I always did appreciate your dry sense of humor, Ronan.” Piper smirked, looking me over. “Was that what she liked about you?”

Christ. Were we really going there?

Yup. And I supposed I’d started it.

“Oh, wait,” he said. “No, she liked eatin’ pussy.” He glanced over at Blazer, who chuckled. “I always get that confused.” Then he looked at me again, holding my gaze. Just waiting for me to posture up, get pissed off or something.

I didn’t.

“Guess she was confused too, huh?” he pressed.

“I dunno,” Blazer said. “Sounds like my kinda girl.”

“You know, you might think so,” Piper said thoughtfully. “But personally, I prefer a girl who prefers dick. I mean, if she gets a taste of the pussy and doesn’t come back for the dick, you know you’ve got a problem.”

“That is a solid point.” Blazer smirked at me, and I really wanted to knock that look right off his face.

Instead, I tried to guide Piper back to the conversation at hand. “You were about to share some intel? Something about the Sinners?”

“Yeah. The fuckin’ Sinners. Sorry. You bring up pussy like that, it gets me all distracted.”

I didn’t bother reminding him that he brought up pussy. The guy was trying to push my buttons, but I really didn’t have time for this shit, or any interest in dredging up high school drama in front of his club brother.

“You know,” Piper mused, “those boys over at the Sinners MC can be cooperative as fuck when we need them to be. Blazer had a little afternoon tea with them the other day. Didn’t you, Blaze?”

---