Page 25 of Up in a Blaze
“I gotta hit the road before people figure out I’m not behind my desk at Polished,” State said, moving to the door first.
“Later,” Country called to him, before saying, “Right, I got shit to do here, so the lot of you get the hell out.”
“Thank you for listening and agreeing, Country. You’re a good man.”
Country rolled his eyes and shook his head, but he did it grinning.
With Blaze’s hand in mine, we followed Wreck and Saint out into the common room. There were a few members lingering around, same with the amount of club girls, but it was quiet.
“I’m goin’ to see Opal,” Wreck said. “Let me know if you need anythin’.” Opal would be, no doubt, in the day care center the club now provided in the compound.
“You got it,” Saint said. “Give my niece a kiss for me.”
“No,” Wreck answered before he walked off.
We sat at a bench seat. Saint was opposite Blaze and me as he quickly typed something out on his phone. When he looked at us, he grinned. “Just tellin’ Kylo to get his ass down here.”
“I’ll get drinks,” Blaze offered. When I went to open my mouth, Blaze gave me a look. “I know, just a soda. You’ve got work later.”
“I love you,” I told him since that was exactly what I was going to say.
Blaze’s cheeks tinted a little before he glared and walked off.
Saint snorted. “I’d shit myself ten times over if he glared at me like that and yet you look at him like you’d eat him up.”
“I really would and have.” I winked.
Saint chuckled, shaking his head. His gaze went to the stairs where his man walked down them with a slight limp.
“You do know you look at him the same?”
Saint grinned. “Hell yes, I do. That guy is mine, and I’d shout it to the fuckin’ world if I had to. I never thought about pissin’ on anyone until it came to him, and I see the interest men and women have for him. They eye him like they want to lick him.”
“Oui, I know the feeling, but at least we are the only ones who get to do the licking.”
“Do I want to know what you two are talkin’ about?” Gun asked.
Smirking, I looked over at him as he sat beside his lover. “At least you missed the talk about urinating on you.”
He sucked in a sharp breath and choked on his saliva. “What?” Then his hand shot up. “Nope, don’t fuckin’ tell me.”
Saint and I grinned at each other.
“Guess what, boo?” Saint said to Gun.
“What?”
“We’re branching out into a different business.”
Gun’s brows pinched. “What type of business?”
Saint grinned. “Strippers.”
Gun froze for a moment before he started laughing. “Why doesn’t this surprise me? All right, I’m in to help. What do we need to do?”
I wanted to burst out of my skin with how excited I was.
CHAPTER SEVEN
