Page 12 of Smooth As Whiskey

He ran his hand through my hair, “I don’t know, baby.”

I asked, “Will you tell Coal and Adeline thank you for me?”

He nodded, not having to ask what I was asking him for.

He asked, “Ready to eat and watch the movie?”

I sighed, then shook my head, “No, I’ve lost my appetite.”

“Alright. Get some sleep. You had a hard time with that. I’ll stay until you fall asleep.” He told me.

It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him to stay.

But the one time I did it, I got a firm and resounding no.

Rejection hurts, so I haven’t asked him again.

Chapter 3

Irish

The prospects had just unloaded the last of the kegs for the party we had planned to celebrate Halloween,

Thankfully, we were having weather like we should be.

Which meant the high today was eighty-one degrees and the lowest today was fifty-four.

That meant it was the perfect weather for a barbeque, Mississippi-style.

And that also meant that just about everything would have comeback sauce in it. I rubbed my hands together. I couldn’t wait.

The women were in the kitchen getting the side dishes ready while Whit prepared the grill. The man was a master at it.

How he got different meat to taste different with the coals and things he used, I would never know.

But when the meat hit your tongue, it was almost as good as an orgasm. Almost.

I was helping with placing the tree limbs and things into the area we had designated for the bonfire when the door opened, and the women started to file out with dishes in their hands.

I watched as Pipe dropped his log, then stormed over to Gabby, taking the dishes from her hands, Coal was growling at Adeline as he did the same.

I shook my head at the two of them, they were so pussy whipped it wasn’t even fucking funny, but then... fucking Pagan, that motherfucker was there, taking the dishes that Sutton carried.

And when she gifted him with one of her smiles, I felt my fist clench, my jaw hardened.

Why the fuck hadn’t I moved to help instead of criticizing Pipe and Coal.

Just as I was thinking that Stoney stepped to my side, “You’re going to piss a ring around her tonight, brother. We all know it. But you won’t move to help her. You can’t get pissed off at Pagan. He’s doing what any of us would do.” And with that, he walked away.

The rumble of bikes arriving had all the brothers stopping what they were doing and making our way to the front of the clubhouse.

The Soulless Outlaws had arrived, as well as Pagan’s Soldier’s, Immoral Saints, and the closest Wrath MC charter to us, the one in Alabama, Willow’s Crossing.

Asher shook hands with the Presidents. You had Nuke, Soulless Outlaws MC. Tomb, Pagan’s Soldier’s MC. Snake, Immoral Saint’s MC. Declan, Wrath MC, Alabama chapter.

I greeted the road captains, Jury, Cali, Grenade, and Rocket.

I watched as Whit greeted his fellow Vice Presidents, Grey, Atlas, Vulcan, and Cross.

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