Page 13 of Smooth As Whiskey

Trigger greeted his fellow treasurers, Xander, Coins, Scythe, and Tinker.

Pipe greeted his fellow secretaries, Jasper, Eagle, Magnum, and Bash.

Coal moved to jerk his chin at his fellow icers, Grimm, Koffin, Tyne, and Rhage.

Priest shook the hands of his fellow enforcers, Kettle, Slater, Slayer, and Havoc.

Rome moved to greet his fellow sergeant at arms, Khal, Kodiak, Phantom, and Thrash.

Stoney met everyone, the blunt old fucker.

Four vans followed the bikes as women and club hangers on’s climbed out of them, fixing their mini-skirts and fluffing their hair. I caught sight of Cynnamin’s blonde hair.

Adeline moved to Coal’s side.

Gabby moved to Pipes.

Stella moved to Asher’s while dragging Chloe, her best friend and the one woman who had Asher’s undivided attention, she just didn’t know it. And neither did Stella. Yet.

Sutton was there walking through the men, and then she stepped to my side.

Nothing could have made me puff my chest out more.

But I didn’t like the looks she was getting.

She wasn’t claimed.

And after what she had been through, she didn’t need to be claimed. It would be her decision.

And god help the lucky motherfucker that got to call that woman his.

It wouldn’t be me, though.

What woman wanted a man that no one wanted?

Not even his parents.

Why else would they have dropped him off outside a fire station when he was only four years old? And then bounced around from foster home to foster home. Each home ended up getting worse and worse.

And all that any of them wanted was to collect a fucking paycheck.

I felt a hand rest on my forearm, looking down into Sutton’s eyes, she lifted a brow, then mouthed, “Are you okay?” she asked as she squeezed.

I jerked my chin at her, then pulled my arm from her grip and went back to work on creating the bonfire.

After I got some whiskey in my system, my earlier words faded, and like whiskey always did, it heightened my sex drive.

The party was raging at full force, and when I saw Sutton bend to a cooler and tag one of those sweet teas she loved, my dick got hard.

Jesus Christ, but she had the perfect ass.

Each globe fit deliciously in my hand.

Sadly, when she did that, it got more than one pair of eyes on her. Hands moved to adjust their junk, but they wouldn’t be in her bed, no, I would be there.

Or... yeah, correct that, she would be in my bed.

No way in fucking hell was I going to leave her bed only for some motherfucker to knock on her door later in the night.

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