Page 67 of Bullet

“Tell him you’d rather stay out there than the MC.”

I shook my head, stood in front of the mirror, and smoothed my hands down the dress. “It’ll only make it harder to leave.”

I reminded myself this was just temporary, but I couldn’t stop the flurry of butterflies in my belly at seeing myself in the dress, of knowing I was wearing it for Bullet.

“You look stunning. I’d fuck you.” She smoothed my curls over my ears. “Maybe one day you go back to being Madison. But don’t lie to me. Stormy likes riding on the back of his bike.” Her lips twisted into a knowing smirk. “And bitch, good luck trying to stay off his dick.”

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“Not happening,” I said and pulled a cigarette from my pack. “I’m not fucking you on camera.”

Clover snorted. “It’s not like you haven’t fucked me in front of an audience.”

Lacey slid onto the desk, letting her legs dangle. “Or me.”

“Not. On. Camera.” Not on my dick as long as Stormy was in my bed.

“Or Jinx. Or Scarlett, or what was the chick’s name that you used to smash? The redhead who laughed all the time when you were fucking her. Remember how high we’d get before she came over,” Clover said, and then she and Lacey laughed, mimicking the girl.

Fucking in front of Rogue or sharing pussy with Kodiak had never bothered me. I’d done my share of partying, but I was dipping my toe intosomethingwith Stormy. I’d call it a relationship, but I’m not sure that’s what we had either. We hadsomething. I wanted more. And I didn’t want my history fucking it up.

I took a long pull off my cigarette. I hadn’t been in bed with Lacey or Clover in a couple of weeks. I’d never fucked Skye. For them, this conversation wouldn’t be uncomfortable. I figured Bristol and Stormy would work out any concerns they had, and no doubt Scarlett was going to be a bitch to Stormy. That left Jinx, and she preferred to hang out with Hellers, but it didn’t have to be my bike or my dick she rode.

“I’m not sure where this situation with Stormy is headed.”

Sitting on the couch, Clover braced her bare feet on the glass coffee table. “You’ve never backed down from a fight.”

I leaned forward and tapped ash from the cigarette. “I’m not talking about her ex.”

Neither Clover nor Lacey spoke. The quiet in the room suffocated. I guess they were waiting for me to declare I’d become pussy whipped over a petite dancer with an attitude and a sharp tongue, but with a strength at war with her vulnerability.

“What are you saying?” Lacey finally asked. “Does she need to stay here with us?”

“She stays with me.”

Clover tapped her chin with her finger. “And she rides on the back of your bike.” She tilted her head. “Lacey, did you hear him bitching about giving her a ride?”

“No, actually, he politely asked her if she’d like a cup of coffee.”

Clover nodded. “I heard that, too. About the time I noticed the hickeys all over her neck.” She tugged on the collar of my T-shirt. “She’s not the only one. Can you imagine how he’d react if we left a mark on him? Well, besides scratches down his back.”

“Hmm,” Lacey hummed. “This situation could be serious.”

“Exactly,” Clover said to her while looking at me. “Because we know he isn’t possessive over pussy.”

“And that is definitely territorial for him.”

“Fuck you both.”

“Oh, I think that’s the opposite of what you’re trying to say.” Clover laughed.

“She’s important,” I said.

Clover smiled at Lacey. Neither said a fucking word.

“Fuck off,” I said and stubbed my cigarette into the ashtray.

“We’re right though, aren’t we? Monogamy,” Clover whispered as if the word tasted bitter in her mouth.

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