Page 43 of Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

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Tango

(7 months later)

Glancing into Tango’s eyes I saw the way they crinkled at the corners with his amusement. He knew I was up to no good. Hell, pretty much everyone who had spent time with me over the past seven months had gotten used to my bullshit.

“Just give it to me!” My voice came out in a weird mix of far-too-happy and whiney that was making everyone around us laugh. They all knew something was coming too.

“I don’t trust you,” Rabbit informed me.

“Mwah? Little old me?” I gasped in mock-horror at his revelation. “Why ever not?” I asked in an affected southern accent that was truly a horrible impersonation of Scarlett O’Hara from Gone With the Wind.

Rabbit quirked a brow and then grinned at me. “Frankly, my dear,” he started, but then he couldn’t hold a straight face either. “Fine! Go ahead and show me this fabulous thing you learned today.”

“Yippee!” I shouted as I clapped my hands together while bouncing up and down on the stool in glee.

“Oh, you learned how to ride T’s cock? Sweetheart, we all knew that. Heard you both earlier today.” Rabbit winked at me while slinging a beer to Shameless who had to know he’d walked too far into the danger zone to back out now.

I narrowed my eyes on Rabbit. “I already knew how to do that just fine, thank you. Give me a cherry, a lime, two…” I stopped to think about it. “No, three pint glasses and two shot glasses.” I did some fictitious math in my head and then smiled at the man who had become one of my best friends along with Charlie and a woman who danced at Renegade Ruby’s named Cherry. Rabbit eyed me suspiciously once again, and then did as I asked.

I proceeded to set up the three pint glasses in a row, and then I placed the two shot glasses on top of the pint glasses, balancing them where the rims of the glasses were almost close enough to kiss one another. Then I took the lime wedge – a nice fat, juicy one – and the cherry. I popped the stemmed maraschino in my mouth, made a production of chewing it up and swallowing while still holding the lime all innocent-like. Then I asked Rabbit to spritz some soda into the glasses while avoiding the shot glasses on top since he had banned me from touching the spray nozzles for the soda and seltzer. He did as asked, and then I asked him to pour some 151 Rum into the shot glasses on top. I teased Rabbit with a hint of cherry stem between my front teeth before I murmured one word. “Ready?”

He leaned in close just as I did the same. While he was watching my mouth I reached over and squirted the lime right in his face before snatching a shot up, downing it, and then slamming one of the cokes back to chase it. I shivered as Rabbit spewed and sputtered about his eye being on fire while everyone around us laughed.

“Damn boy, you never learn.” Shameless chuckled as he grabbed up his beer, took a sip, and started to walk off. Unfortunately, he was still in blast radius, and Rabbit pointed the spray nozzle toward the older brother.

“Neither do you, old man!” Rabbit called out, and just as Shameless glanced back he got a face full of seltzer. I continued to giggle until the hose was turned on me too. It was fine though. I got the last laugh when Cherry’s gorgeous twin sister, Chastity, strolled up to the bar about twenty minutes later, having just gotten to the clubhouse, and saw Rabbit with one red and irritated eye.

“Oh my God, Rabbit, what happened? You don’t have pink eye do you?” The woman actually took a step back as if the man might have been carrying a deadly communicable disease instead of a possible pink eye infection.

“Poor Rabbit,” I lamented with my lip poked out in a mock pout. “He learned a lesson about sniffing random panties and falling asleep with the wrong pair, didn’t you, Captain Shit-Eye Willy?”

“Jesus,” Tango muttered as he moved from his chair to come get me.

Chastity had continued backing up even more.

Rabbit actually growled at me then as he pointed an accusatory finger my way. “Paybacks are a bitch, woman! You remember that.”

Chastity leaned in, then thought better of it and straightened back up. “Why? Did you have her panties? You know she belongs to Tango, right?” Rabbit growled some more, and said not so nice things about me under his breath.

I was still giggling as Tango picked me up and slung me over his shoulder again. God, did I love when my man went all caveman on me. I still managed to see the smirk on Rabbit’s face as he whispered something to Chastity. Well, he spoke low enough I couldn’t hear, but she could still hear him from the safe distance she was maintaining.

“Aw, honey, I can show you some videos online later about how to take care of all your princess parts so your panties aren’t infecting the men,” Chastity called out.

I huffed in indignation. “Don’t you do his dirty work for him!”

“You were the one doing the dirty work, remember, sweetheart?” Rabbit called out his question on a cackle. “Maybe Tango can show you how to trim up and keep clean so this never happens again. We need to protect the club members.”

“You bastard!” I yelled from my position still flopped over Tango’s shoulders as he moved up the steps bumping me higher into the air with each step as he went. “I’ll squirt you in both eyes next time, with a lemon! Mark my…ouch! Damn it! I was in the middle of something, T. My diabolical laugh was next and everything!” I pouted after Tango slapped the hell out of my ass to get me to shut the fuck up.

“I swear, you two are going to be the death of me,” he lamented as he put me down on our bed. We were still living together at the clubhouse for now. We were having a house built not far from the clubhouse on bordering property, and until it was done I didn’t mind living amongst the guys. Actually, I was beginning to wonder how in the hell I was going to adjust to a quiet house once we moved out. I was so used to the security here, and the noise of the men I had come to love and trust that I wasn’t sure how I would adjust to the quiet and lack of bodies willing to defend me if necessary.

Tango’s phone rang, bringing me out of my thoughts. “Yeah? She did? Well shit, man. I’m happy for you guys! Yeah, I’m sure we will. We’ve both been drinking tonight, though.” I continued to listen to the one-sided conversation as Tango devolved the conversation to grunts of acknowledgement and the occasional okay. When he hung up he glanced at me warily. I thought I knew what was coming.

“I know you don’t want anything to do with Amy, but we really should go congratulate Whiskey and Fox on their baby girl.”

“Of course, we can.” I leaned into Tango and smiled into his chest thinking about the little bundle the boys had been blessed with. “Tell me about her,” I stated before placing a kiss over his heart.

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