Page 34 of Rise In Arms

“You know, party—get drunk, dance, and fuck.”

Charity’s eyes widen, and Hazel slaps me on my shoulder. “You manwhore. Is this what you get up to while I’m at school studying?”

“I am a good-looking guy, sis,” I tease. “Can I help it if the ladies want in my bed?”

“Ewww, you’re a pig.”

I laugh out loud and drape my arm over Hazel’s shoulders. “Come on, let me introduce you to my boys.”

I lead the way into the clubhouse, and as soon as I open the door the music I could hear from outside blasts through my ears. I walk through first, holding Hazel’s hand in mine, and Charity holds on to her other as we walk into the main room. Bear passes us and heads straight to the bar to have a beer. Gunner, and Torch, one of our newest members, are at his side in an instant. Bear turns to face us and lifts his head toward us. The boys look over their shoulders in our direction, and every one of them have big smiles. Fuckers! I know what they’re thinking—new pussy. Well, fuck ’em. Like fuck they’re getting their hands on Charity, and they’re sure as fuck not touching my sister.

I look over my shoulder then lean in close to Hazel. “Stay close, and do not, I repeat do not leave my side.”

Hazel frowns. “Why’s that?”

“Just do as I say, okay? You’re like fresh meat. Any man here will want in your pants tonight, and that includes you too,” I yell over to Charity.

Charity points her finger at her chest. “Me? Why would they want me? I mean I’m nothing much to look at, but Hazel here…. Well… she’s gorgeous.”

Not much to look at?Is she fucking crazy?

I move closer and lean into Charity’s neck. “Just stay close, and if anyone bothers you, let me know. We won’t be here long, just gotta find Prez and let him know we’re back.”

Charity smiles and looks around the clubhouse, her mouth in the shape of an O as she stares at some of the brothers, who are obviously drunk, some with naked women on their laps.

“Are they… you know…?” she asks, pointing at Tracker’s brother Tate and some whore he’s with.

“Oh my God, they’re having sex on the couch,” Hazel gasps out.

“Now you see why I don’t want you two stayin’ here. This is a clubhouse, there ain’t no shame in what we do here. We like pussy, and the women here like givin’ it.”

Charity’s face snaps to mine. “You mean you do that too?”

I swallow hard, contemplating whether I should be honest with her or not. I decide honesty is the best way, if she thinks she and I can have something real… well, she’s better off knowing what sort of guy I am. The kind of guy who takes a different woman to his bed each night.

“Oh, please. You have to ask that, Charity?” Hazel interrupts. “My brother is a manwhore. You should have seen him when he was younger, different girl each night. Right, Kane?”

I smirk. “What can I say, women love me.”

“You wish, brother dearest,” Hazel says, rolling her eyes at me. I don’t miss the way Charity’s body stiffens at the mention of me being with a different woman every night. What does she expect? I am single, don’t have no woman, or ol’ lady, for that matter.

She bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes avoiding mine. If she could see how hot she is right now. All those women that I’ve slept with have nothin’ on her. Charity is perfection. A tiny waist, round ass, and luscious breasts—every guy’s wet dream. Thing is, she’s smart too, and with a good head on her shoulders.

I’m soon brought out of my thoughts when Blaze and Hawke approach us, tapping me on the back when they’re in arm’s reach. “Hey, Trigg, who you got here with you?” I don’t mind Hawke and Blaze asking me questions about my sister and Charity, because I know how much they love their women. Hawke and Luisa are so deeply in love, and have twins together as well. Every time Luisa is in a room, Hawke is not far away from here. And Blaze, well, he and Tess have been together awhile, and he’s a loyal man to her. I’ve never seen him with a whore, or any woman for that matter, only ever Tess. Tess is Blaze’s ol’ lady—gorgeous, tattoo’s covering her tanned, olive-toned skin, with short stylish hair and brown eyes. Blaze told me one night not that long ago, when he’d had a few drinks in his belly, that he’s asked Tess to marry him a few times, but she’s said no. I know there’s more to that story, but Blaze doesn’t want to talk about it. I guess everyone has their own shit to deal with.

“Hawke, Blaze, this is my sister, Hazel, and her friend Charity.”

“Fuck, man,” Blaze says. “Can’t believe you two are related. She’s much better-looking than you, man.” Blaze is likely just teasing, but I don’t take it, and punch him in his ribs. Not even that hard but he still whines like a baby.

“Hey, man, why’d you do that?”

“You were asking for it,” I respond, narrowing my eyes at him.

“You jealous because I said she was prettier than you, darlin’,” he teases, as he runs his hand through my hair.

“Fuck off, man. How many times I gotta tell you not to fuck with my hair?”

Blaze lifts his palms out toward me. “Sorry, man, I forgot how pretty you like to look.”

I hear Charity and Hazel laughing behind me, and say to Blaze, “You want another one where that came from?”

Blaze’s smile straightens to a grimace and he rubs his ribs. “Yeah, no thanks.”

“Then shut the fuck up.”

Hawke laughs loudly and puts out his hand to Hazel and shakes hers, then Charity’s. “Name’s Hawke, nice to meet you, ladies.”

“Nice to meet you too,” they reply almost in unison, and I notice a dreamy look on Hazel’s face when she’s shaking Hawke’s hand. I need to get that shit under wraps, no way she’s getting all dreamy-eyed over one of my brothers.

I look beside Hazel to check if Charity has the same look on her face, but her eyes are on me. Always me. How did I get so fuckin’ lucky?

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