Page 84 of Lockout

I relaxed a little hearing that. I’d already had my suspicions, and hearing it calmed me down a bit. But if Lock thought he was out of trouble just because he’d brought this lady here to massage him, and nothing else, he was going to need to think again. Because I didn’t like the idea of someone’s hands on him. Especially not when that someone was an attractive olderwoman. And she was closer to Lock’s age than I was, so it wasn’t like she was old-old.

Besides, he’d been a cranky asshole all week as he healed, which had me on edge. I hadn’t let him touch me, which wasn’t helping either of us as the sexual tension ratcheted up higher each day. All in all, it was all building toward an explosion.

He hadn’t nicknamed me jumper cables for no reason. He could have his massage, but then he was going to be answering a few questions. Because why hadn’t he just told me from the start he was doing this? Probably didn’t like admitting he had a weakness that needed to be worked out of him, or something stupid like that. Men.

“What’s wrong with you?” Billie asked a few minutes later when she walked into the main area of the club and found me pacing back and forth.

“Lock’s being stupid,” I muttered.

“Huh,” she said, sitting on a stool. “Looks like that’s going around.”

I raised my brows at her and took a seat, too. “What happened?”

“Toxic won’t let me go home,” she sighed. “It’s filled to the brim with bikers. What does it matter if they’re from Wyoming and not Tucson? I would be safe enough there. Not that I don’t want to be here with you guys,” she hurried to explain.

I laughed. “He wants you where he can keep an eye on you. And there’s a code that one of their allies won’t touch their women, but you know how they are…”

“Overprotective,” we both said in unison, then laughed.

“I miss my animals,” she said. “And Eris.”

“Erisisan animal,” I said, taking a handful of peanuts from the little trays on the bar and crunching on them.

“Barely,” she said. “She’s family. And Gramps and Daryl are staying out there. I could be there.”

“Not when Toxic’s here,” I said with a shrug. “This is life with a biker, girlie. You better get used to it.”

She hummed. “It’s not all bad, I guess.” She shot me a sly grin. “The sex is phenom-” She choked on the rest of the word as little faces popped over the bar.

“Whatcha doing?” Taylor asked, scrutinizing us.

“Uh,” Billie said, searching for something to say.

“Want to play hide-n-seek?” Cassie asked, oblivious to my friend’s panic as she tried to think of a response.

“B would love to play with you,” I told the girls. “Isla, too,” I said as the woman passed by. She gave me a look of disbelief. I needed everyone to clear out so I could focus on cornering my biker and yelling at him in private. Then maybe coercing some make-up sex out of him. Billie was right. Sex with a biker was the thing of legends.

I was just assuming with the rest, and judging based on how happy their women were. Lock was the only biker I’d slept with. But if the others were as good as him? Yeah, this wasn’t such a bad deal for us.

I grinned and waved at the women as the little girls grabbed them by the hands and tugged them outside. Isla’s gaze promised retribution.

They were taking forever.And thinking about that woman in there, running her hands all over Lock’s oiled up muscles was just making me angry. It wasn’t rational. She was a professional. I doubted she was hitting on my man. Ihopedshe wasn’t hitting on him.

Groaning, I made my way upstairs and started to strip out of my clothes. A nice lukewarm shower would help put things intoperspective. I wasn’t a fan of cold showers, and it was rare to get one in Arizona anyway. I reached in to turn the knob on for the shower.

And came face to face with the largest fucking spider I’d seen—aside from a tarantula—in Arizona. All that came out of my mouth was a whimper of terror. I hated spiders. Looking around, I debated on grabbing some toilet paper, but the little fuzzy bastard started climbing. As if he knew what his fate was about to be.

Without a thought in my head, I did the first thing my instincts screamed. I hit the shower curtain. The plan—if there was one—was to knock it to the floor, grab a shoe, and squish the little guy. No. Not little. Medium-large.

It was a scene from one of my nightmares. I hit the curtain below the spider, launching it through the air toward me. The blood-curdling scream that erupted was honestly something that was beyond my control. I managed to squirm away in time—thank all the stars in the heavens—before it landed on my naked boobs.

What happened next would provide new nightmares for the rest of my days. The front door of the apartment burst open and before I knew it there were four pissed off bikers standing there in the doorway of the bathroom…staring at my tits.

Grabbing the towel off the sink, I held it to my chest and glared at Hellfire, Ricochet, Smoke, and Static. “What’s wrong with you?” I snapped.

“You screamed,” Hell said, voice a bit choked.

I yelped again as the spider saw the bikers and decided that I was the path of least resistance and came toward my bare foot. “Kill it!” I shouted as I hopped out of the way.

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