Page 13 of Property of Necro
Rot chuckles. “That too.”
“You’re attractive guys,” I note, appraising his physique. “You don’t need me for that. You can fuck anyone you want.” Sure, they may not all be traditionally hot, but there are plenty of women who’d happily spread their legs for them—no strings attached. Ladies love bikers. Add in the dark and dangerous aspect of whatever it is they have going on here, and they’ll be drowning in pussy juices until the day they die.
Rot nods. “True. True. But that has consequences, and you’ve seen Necro.”
“Is that your president? The one with the mask?” I ask to be certain, so I don’t mix up their names. The last thing I want is to piss them off when we haven’t gotten off to the best start, aside from the orgasms. Orgasms are good.
“Wait.” Rot drums his fingers on my bare thigh. “You didn’t know his name either?”
“Not until now.”
He hums thoughtfully. “I’m guessin’ if Dark didn’t tell you that, he also didn’t tell you Necro doesn’t speak.”
Good ole Dark left a whole lot of everything out about my visit with the Kings of Anarchy.
“No. He didn’t, but I gathered that on my own. Is he deaf?” I ask.
“No. He hears just fine. He can’t, well…can’t ain’t the right word. He doesn’t like to talk.”
I glance at Rot out of the corner of my eye to gauge his reaction. “Why not?”
“That’s not my story to tell,” he replies, head tipped against the headboard.
Fair enough. I wouldn’t want someone sharing my life story without my permission, either.
“Can I ask you a question?” I prompt instead.
He drums a beat on my kneecap. “Sure. But I can’t promise to answer.”
That’s fair.
“How many women came before me? I don’t mean how many women have you fucked. After the whole altar thing and the piercings, something tells me you’ve done this before, more than a few times.”
Rot knocks the side of his head into mine playfully. “Yeah. We’ve done it a few times.”
Thought so. The whole meeting them on the landing and then walking into the church by myself, only to end up on an altar, my clothes being cut off by a massive blade, and everything that subsequently happened feels too ritualistic for me to be the first or even the second woman welcomed into their domain.
“Is it always the red tile? The piercings? The be quiet, be still, endure? Do you guys rehearse it?” I ask.
Rot snickers but doesn’t seem annoyed with my probing. “That’s a lot of questions, Red.”
I shrug, not put off by his deflection. If he doesn’t wanna answer, he doesn’t have to. But something tells me Rot is far chattier than his fellow brothers. There’s a reason he’s here, powwowing naked in bed with me, and they disappeared. “I’m a curious cat.” I rub the back of his hand on my leg to feed the bond I’m already starting to build with this man. The quicker I can get him to trust me, thebetter.
“Hmmmm,” he hums. “I can see that…”
“So?” I flash him an easy smile.
“You’re lucky number…” Rot pauses for a beat as if counting the ladies in his head. “Forty-two… no… forty…four. Shit. Somewhere around there.” He shrugs.
“There have been forty-two of us?” I squeak.
“No. There’s been forty-three of them and only one of you.”
Knocking my shoulder into his, I snort at his half-assed flattery. “Good try. But you don’t need to butter me up.”
“Not butterin’ you up, Red. This is the first time I’ve had a woman in my bedroom.”
Ha. Right.
