“She isn’t wrong. They all want to have their dick sucked or fucked,” Maggie adds. “Not that I mind that. It’s actually pretty hot.”
The waiter standing beside our table shifts uncomfortably. I turn to him. “Is that true? Do men always expect to get their happy ending?” I ask. “And would I enjoy giving you a happy ending?” He keeps his face neutral and stares straight forward. I wave my hand in front of his face, but he barely blinks. “Is he dead?” I frown.
“No, he’s like the King’s guard in England.” Josie laughs, getting up from her seat and stands next to him for a photo. That then sets all of us off as we do various poses with him, to the point the manager comes over and asks us to stop sexually harassing the staff.
“Hey, not once have we touched him in any way,” Star argues. She shoves a wedge of money in the waiter’s pocket, and he gives her a wink. “See, he loves it,” she says, grabbing his face in her hands. “If we were to sexually harass him, this poor boy would not survive.” She winks.
The manager stiffens and reluctantly walks off. “Let’s dance!” Dixie suddenly yells, jumping up from her chair.
“When did she wake up?” I laugh.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ACID
“I don’t wantto go to bed yet,” Olly protests.
“Dude, I’m following your mom’s rules, so suck it up and go to sleep,” I tell him.
He huffs and pulls the covers up over his head. “Fine,” he grumbles.
I smirk. “Do me favour, go to sleep, do as your mom says with no arguments, and be good at school. Then I might let you go game shopping.”
His head pops up from under the covers, peering at me. “Deal?” he asks, holding out his pinkie finger.
“Deal,” I agree, linking my pinkie finger with his.
I switch off the big light, leaving the night light on for him. “Night, dude,” I say, closing the door behind me.
I walk back to the bar and see Queenie laughing, looking at her phone. “What are you laughing at?” I ask.
She quickly puts her phone away in her pocket. “Nothing.” She smiles.
My cell pings in my pocket and I pull it out to see a message from Nova.
N: Ask Scar if he will give her an orgasm without his own happy ending.
It’s then followed by a picture of Rhea wearing the most ridiculous dress I’ve ever seen. She looks fucking incredible. She’s laughing, unaware that the photo is being taken. That dress leaves nothing to the imagination. Unease sits in my chest as I think what other guys will think of her dressed like that. I catch Queenie out of the corner of my eye looking down at her phone again with a smile on her face. I quickly move before she can stop me and snatch her phone from her hands.
“Hey, give me back my phone right now,” she demands.
I scroll through the photos on her phone. “You knew where they were going,” I state. “You knew they were going out dressed like that with no protection from the club,” I add. Ghost walks over. “I thought you got Bambi and Happ watching them?” I ask.
He shrugs. “I have. They said what club they’re in, and that they are in a separate part form the rest of the club, so they are safe.” He shrugs. I hand him Queenie’s phone, and I know the minute he sees Star because his jaw starts to tick. “Jesus,” he growls.
“You can’t be pissed because they look beautiful,” Queenie snaps.
“We ain’t pissed because of that. We are pissed because we know how other men can be, and you know as well as I do that if one guy tries it on with any of them, which they will, Star will knock them the fuck out,” Ghost seethes. He passes Queenie’s phone to Beast who in turn passes it to the rest of the brothers.
“Fuck, Rhea is looking damn fine.” Scar whistles.
Queenie snatches her phone back and Ghost grabs his jacket. “Watch the kids. We are going to get them,” he states before storming out with the rest of us hot on his heels.
We come to a stop outside the club, cringing at its loud base thumping outside. We walk up to the entrance, but the club security is blocking the entrance. “Sorry, you can’t come in,” the guy sneers.
“We can and we fucking will,” Ghost snarls.
The guy smiles. “And why would I let your kind in here?”