Page 21 of Devil to Pay: Cutter

“Not surprising,” Nic says. “The pussies who hang around the club are always happy afterward. Oh–we already have a drink for you.” She points to the glass. “Get in here. The drunk train is pulling out of the station.”

Laughing, I walk to the edge of the pool and sit, dipping my legs in first before hopping down into the warm, yet cooling, water. Nic hands me the icy glass.

“He likes it hard and rough,” I admit, strangely at ease with these women, “so with a dick as big as his—I had to take a sex break to recuperate.”

“Helikes it hard and rough?” Greer asks. “What doyoulike?”

I drink down enough of my margarita to feel the first tinges of brain freeze coming on, so I pull the jar away, setting it down next to me. “Hard and rough,” I answer. “He wants to hit my ass, but I can’t see how that will work.”

The women laugh. “A logistics nightmare,” Nic says.

“Buy bulk lube,” Rae offers. “My first backdoor party with Dark pretty much scared the hell out of me because he, too, is a girthy man.”

Uh… this is a lot of sharing for women who only met me today. Not that I haven’t added to it, but we can’t be friends. I’m heading to California as soon as Cutter decides on his retribution and I save up enough money from the job he’s supposed to help me find to blow this town. It’s just better if we don’t confuse the situation by entering into friendships. It’s bad enough I can’t saynoto Cutter when he wants to fuck. He’s a good man, but he’s a good man who lives in Kentucky and never wants to be tied to a woman. Doesn’t mean I haven’t thought a time or two after coming down from an amazing orgasm high that it’d be nice to have that for the rest of my life.

Suck it up, Aja. No sense dwelling on things that are never going to happen.

Right.

I can’t have friends, but I can sure as hell have alcohol. Decision made, I drink up. The problem is, the more I drink and the more the other women drink, the friendlier we all get. We descend into a pool of giggles and there might have been a small food fight. Greer started it. These women are incredible and I can’t help but wonder how they came to live in an MC. So I have to ask.

“You all seem so nice and…normal. How’d you get tied to an MC?”

“Greer and I lived in a safehouse in Texas,” Nic says as if she were talking about grocery shopping.

“A safehouse?” I ask. She nods.

“I’d been kidnapped by a jackass who sold me to a powerful man who had a stable of women.”

My eyes bug as I choke on my drink. A stable of women? Nic reaches over to slap my back a couple of times until I stop choking.

“While there, I met a woman from a different MC here in Kentucky. Together, she and I and a couple other women helped all the women escape. She got word to her man. He and his MC brothers helped us get to a safehouse. Then they helped keep us funded while we tried to get the women home.”

“I came in after the Lords left,” Greer said.

“The Lords? Like, the Brimstone Lords?”

“You’ve heard of them?” Nic asks.

I nod. “There’s a rally in the summer, in this town called Backwoods. It’s in the Blue Ridge Mountains. I stumbled on it a few years ago. There’s this bar called the Road Rash. They needed servers and I needed money, so I stayed for the week. I ran into some Brimstone Lords there, along with a slew of other clubs.”

“I’ve heard of the Backwoods Summer Rally,” Rae says. “Dark and the boys used to go every year. They haven’t been since I’ve been around because it just seems like one thing after another hitting the club, but he talks about it. He wants to take me there so we can have sex in public and not get arrested.” She laughs. My mouth drops open. Rae doesnotseem like the type of woman to engage in public sex.

Thankfully Nic goes on with her story so I don’t have to ponder on that situation a moment longer. “We stayed in touch after they left.” She’s still talking about the women, right? “The safehouse was hit and only Greer and I escaped. We called our friends, the Lords—they extracted us and got us safe for the time being. It’s a convoluted story, but the gist of it is, Vlad helped out some of the Lords’ women when they were in trouble and the friendships continued. You help one of their women, you become a friend to the Lords. They called Vlad to see if he could stash me and Greer. That’s how we met.”

“It’s how I met Sarge,” Greer says. “I got real sick from an infected cut. It happened when we were escaping the safehouse. Sarge was put in charge of my safety while Vlad protected Nic. Then I had some bad stuff happen. He wouldn’t leave me. We’ve been together ever since.”

“So they rescued you?”

Both women nod.

“I needed a bodyguard because my sister stumbled into a pedo ring and I rescued a little girl,” Rae offered and I almost dropped my drink into the pool water. “Yeah,” she says. “And then I was kidnapped by a serial killer.”

Okay, this time, Idodrop my drink, but thankfully, Nic grabs it before it spills as Rae’s face falls. Greer leans over to hug Rae and I decide to move us forward. “So all of you got a biker to protect you? It doesn’t make sense.”

“Honey,” Nic says. “You’ve been hanging around the wrong bikers.”

“I never knew there wererightbikers.”

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