Page 32 of Out for Blood

“Sher, your girls are in a clubhouse full of bikers. There’s no fucking way a guy is infiltrating that protection. They’ll be virgins until they move out. Trust me.”

I laughed into his chest, feeling better about bringing them into this life now. It was true. I couldn’t think of any sixteen yearold boy who would dare come up against the men in this MC. Even Cooper could be scary when he wanted to be.

They were going to hate it. But at least they would be safe.

Chapter Six

ACE

The clubhouse was a pigsty. Bottles and glasses littered the tables, chairs and floor, as well as passed out bodies all over the place. I had risen early, mainly because Sheridan and I hadn’t been able to sleep with how hard my cock was for her. When I wasn’t hard, she got me hard by grinding her wet pussy on me all night. We were insatiable for each other.

“I’m surprised you’re walking straight,” Hawk mentioned after he walked through the maze of passed out bodies from his cottage.

“How are the girls?” I asked him. Sheridan and I had spent the night in the room Hawk had vacated after he’d been done to savethe girl's future trauma, while he played babysitter. It was his penance for taking my room when I needed to use it.

“Sleeping still,” he said, grabbing a mug and turning the coffee machine on. “I’m pretty sure one of the guys slipped them a couple of drinks.”

“They’re sixteen. Don’t you remember what we were doing at that age?”

“Well you were too chickenshit to do what you wanted to do at sixteen, that’s for sure,” he replied with a grin. “Or should I say, who you wanted to do.”

I threw an empty cup at him and he dodged it, watching as the thing fell to the floor.

“I’m making up for it now,” I said, smirking at him.

“Oh yeah, Shauna was telling me she needs therapy by the way,” he replied, grabbing his coffee and sitting on the stool.

“That’s on you, brother,” I said. “Why would you take my bedroom and not one of the others?”

Hawk shrugged. “You told me to find a room. I did.”

I rolled my eyes, just as the doors opened and the bright and bubbly Orla stepped inside. “Hello, gentle bikers whom I love.”

“What the fuck happened to you last night?” Hawk asked, laughing as she came to sit down on the stool next to him. She grabbed the coffee he’d been drinking and started to drink it herself. I could barely stifle a laugh as Hawk almost fell off his stool to get it back.

Bear’s snoring tore through the room. We all looked over at him on one of the lounges, laying there with two women draped over him. Fully clothed, but still. He knew the rules.

“Jesus, he really lives up to his name, doesn’t he?” Orla remarked. “In response to your ever so eloquently delivered question, dear Casey, I was otherwise engaged last night.”

“Even to celebrate your goddaughters’ sixteenth?” Hawk asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “I was busy.”

Her tone changed, and I exchanged a quick glance with Hawk. Her actions always spoke louder than words, but right now, it didn’t look like she wanted to talk about it.

“Fuck me,” she said, moving off her stool and going over to Bear. She grabbed the remote from the side table and started to poke him. He moved to get away from the poking, but didn’t wake.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Hawk asked her.

Orla’s little grin returned as she tried to poke his face now. “Just poking the bear.”

He batted away the remote, and Orla almost went flying. She let out a wild chuckle as she went back to do it again. He awoke, the two girls draped over him landing on the floor with a thud. They slowly woke up, as did Bear who was trying to push Orla away.

Both Hawk and I laughed as Bear launched out of the lounge and grabbed Orla, pulling her away from the girls. The tension between those two was electric, but they’d never admit to it.

“Fuck sake, Orla,” he roared. “Why can’t you ever just be fucking normal?”

“You’d be bored if I weren’t annoying the hell out of you. Seriously, though, Alex, you should get your sleep checked. Your snoring could wake the entire town.”

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