Page 31 of Pirate

Fletcher’s jaw ticked. Sophia didn’t even bother hiding her smile. Fletcher tried again. “There’s some things I would like to discuss?—”

The roar of Pirate’s engine interrupted him for the third time. Sophia’s laughter also attributed to the noise.

Fletcher scowled. “I’ll be at your house tonight at seven. We’ll discuss things then.”

With that, Fletcher stomped off towards his own bike. He put his helmet on, mounted, and then turned on his own engine. The rev was like a house cat’s purr compared to theHarley’s lion roar.

Fletcher skidded through a donut, spinning around in two tight circles, before shooting toward the road down the drive. Halfway, he pulled a wheelie.

Pirate and Sophia stared after him.

“Great,” Sophia scoffed. “Now I need to find somewhere else to be tonight.”

Pirate looked over his shoulder at her. Neither of their helmets’ faceplates were down so she could see the amusement on his face as well as the heat in his eyes. “He’s welcome to come over, but all he’ll find is me balls deep inside you.”

Her breath hitched. She shouldnothave found that statement so arousing. She didn’t mind some outside fun, like what they’d done that afternoon at the overlook, but she was not an exhibitionist. She had no desire to have someone actually see Pirate fucking her.

But hear them?

Her lips spread into a wide grin at the thought of what Fletcher’s face would look like if he approached her front door, only to hear Pirate bring her to orgasm inside.

“That plan has merit,” she said wickedly.

“Unlike yours to keep our marriage a secret?” he shot back at her with both eyebrows raised.

“Shh…” Sophia chided. “Even the shrubbery has ears around here.”

“Fine. Then we’re going to the clubhouse where you can explain to me why you told your mom we are dating in theprivacy of my room.” He lowered his faceplate and sat forward again.

Pirate pulled out of the driveway in a less showy fashion than Fletcher had.

Most of theclub was in the communal Pentagon’s backyard while the kids played on the large playground equipment there when Sophia and Pirate pulled onto the property. Pirate parked his hog among the sea of his club brothers’ sleds in hopes that his wasn’t readily noticeable.

They slipped inside the back door from the patio and down the hall that led to the members’ apartments. The rooms themselves were small. The property used to belong to a distillery company and the apartments had been meeting rooms that private parties could rent out. Each one had a bathroom and a small kitchenette. The fact that the room was barely wide enough to fit an adult sized mattress made the small rooms comfortable for men coming back from living in the military barracks but not for a family.

Pirate used his room as a getaway more recently than he ever had before. Living with his brother and his brother’s new fiancée had been interesting to say the least. He’d walked in on the two a few times, but there had also been specific times when Pirate had stayed at the clubhouse to offer them private use of the apartment.

He knew the two of them were saving up for a house. Money was tight for the couple since Jumper was unable to work due to his head injury. Pirate didn’t mind that he was the one paying rent and utilities. Jasmine pitched in where she could, plus she’d insisted on purchasing all the food for the apartment after shemoved in. She also gave free vet care for Pirate’s new dog, Kidd. In the end, it all worked out. Jumper would hopefully be able to start pitching in again after getting back from his honeymoon.

There wasn’t much in his clubhouse apartment. He had some beers in the fridge, some snacks in the single cabinet over the sink… There was a change of clothes too and some travel toiletries in the bathroom. No pictures or novelties to make it his own. It could have been anyone’s apartment.

When the Honeys had been around, he’d had the occasional tête-à-tête with one in his room before they went their separate ways. It had just been a convenient location and, unlike some of his club brothers, Pirate had never been one for public sex. When Pirate had first prospected for the club, Bear had been the club’s biggest exhibitionist before he’d met, knocked up, and then married Tessa.

Recently, he’d been using the room in the same fashion with Sophia. They’d sneak inside, go at each other, and then sneak back out. Much like they were doing now. It hadn’t bothered Pirate before.

So then why did it feel like he was doing something wrong now as he coaxed Sophia through the apartment door while keeping an eye and an ear out for any of his club brothers?

She immediately took off her jacket, heading over to the mini fridge to get them a beer. Neither one had drunk anything more than a beer in a single setting since waking up hungover and married. Sometimes they even shared one rather than each having their own.

“I take it Fletcher’s an ex who cheated on you.”

“Ding-ding-ding,”she rang out, tipping her beer in his direction. “Give the man his detective’s badge. Figured that you, did you?”

Pirate narrowed his eyes at her sarcastic response. “Did you love him?”

Both of them froze at the unexpected question. Sophia looked a bit like a deer in the headlights. Pirate wasn’t really sure why he’d asked the question. It wasn’t any of his business. But the idea of Sophia being with that pompous wiener made acid churn in his gut.

The idea that she could have beenin love with himmade Pirate want to punch something. Specifically Fletcher’s face.

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