Page 107 of Torn In Two

Aloha grinned. “Temporary boss, then?”

I twisted the hammer in my hands, impatient for him to get to the point because I was sure sick of looking at their ugly faces when I could be looking at Kara’s.

Or Hayden’s, an insidious voice whispered in my head, which I promptly told to piss off because fuck Hayden. What we’d done last night had been all about Kara.

What we’d done in the darkness a few nights before maybe hadn’t been, but I could put that down to a lapse in judgement. Chaos was an arrogant prick. He was good as an extra dick when Kara needed one, but that had nothing to do with me.

I wasn’t gay.

I might have stopped giving War a hard time about Scythe, but that didn’t mean I was heading down the same path. I wasn’t about to start plastering the clubhouse walls with rainbow flags because Chaos knew how to suck dick.

The whole situation made me grouchy. And vaguely horny.

Fucking hell.

“What do you want?” I snapped at Aloha. “I need to go get laid.”

He raised an eyebrow. “How many times in one day does your dick actually work? Between midnight and this morning when the three of you finally knocked it off, it had to have been put to good use.”

I smirked at him. “Works a hell of a lot more times than yours does, old man.”

Aloha scoffed. “Says the cocky son of a bitch who’s gonna be staring down the barrel of his fortieth birthday in a few years’ time.”

“Five years,” I clarified. “Four years behind you, don’t forget.”

Aloha chuckled. “Fine, fine. You’re the fountain of youth. Don’t mind me if I don’t drink from it. I’m perfectly content with the idea of a new decade. Gotta catch up to my woman.” He sat back, a dreamy expression on his face. “You all don’t know what you’re missing ’til you’ve got yourself a cougar.”

He growled and swiped his hand like he had claws.

The other guys laughed at his antics, Aloha forever the good-natured goofball who kept this place chill.

I disagreed about the older woman thing, though, thinking of Kara’s sweetly rounded face and the innocence she’d come here with. That I’d promptly stripped away by fucking her in so many different ways and positions, with plans to do so much more with time.

Images from last night kept playing through my head: taking her ass for the first time, feeling Chaos fucking her at the same time through the thin internal walls of her body.

Imagining what it would have felt like if we’d both been encased in her pussy. Our dicks double penetrating her, rubbing all up on each other at the same time.

I dug my fingers into the fleshy part of my thigh hard enough to snap me out of the real-life porno playing out in my head and focused on what Aloha was saying.

He tapped the table with his fingertips. “I want to talk about Ice. I know my opinion don’t count for shit, but when are we going to patch him in? He’s been a prospect—”

He was interrupted by the static of the walkie-talkie on the table. “Hawk,” Ice’s voice crackled down the line.

I picked it up, pressing the button so I could talk. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Whaddaya want, Prospect?”

Aloha sighed while we waited for Ice to respond. “That’s what I’ve been trying to talk to you about. You get off on making sure he knows he’s a pros—”

Ice’s voice cut in through the walkie-talkie. “Kara’s here with the doc. But there’s a red pickup behind them. Kara says they know the driver. Says his name is Kyle.”

I exploded up out of my seat, panic flooding my system in a single fast dump of adrenaline that had me racing for the door and my bike sitting outside it with the keys perpetually in the ignition. I slammed my foot down on the kick start, barking orders down the line at Ice, the engine roaring to life. “Do not let him inside those gates, Prospect! You get her and Hayley Jade inside now! If you’ve ever wanted to prove yourself, now is the time. He doesn’t touch one hair on her head, Ice. You hear me?”

I didn’t wait for his reply, tossing the walkie-talkie onto the grass, my tires spinning out on the gravel driveway.

I took the winding path quicker than I’d ever dared to in the past, praying for Ice to be useful for once in his fucking life and keep my girls safe until I got there.

If they had so much as a scratch on them, then all hell was going to rain down on whoever had dared to lay a finger on them.

Blind rage fueled me, and I dumped my bike at the open gates, not giving a flying fuck about the screech of rock against metal as the gravel stripped the paint I’d paid a fortune to have done.

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