Page 99 of Whips and Chains
X took up his jog again, catching up to Trig and his group as they continued on up to the gates where they’d all left their vehicles.
War looked at Whip. “What about you? You staying? Or you got bodies to bury as well?”
Whip smiled and opened his mouth to reply.
But Levi cut him off quickly. “He’s busy.”
Whip raised an eyebrow at him and then turned back to War. “I was going to say I had some things to take care of, but you know what? I’m suddenly in the mood for a beer and some company. So I think I will stay. Thanks for the invite.”
He shook War’s hand and moved past him, heading for the clubhouse door.
I could hear Levi’s molars grinding, even above the music floating through the compound. He stormed after Whip, leaving me alone with War.
He winced. “Oops. Did I fuck up there?”
I grinned at him. “Not from where I’m standing. They have some…unresolved tensions they could stand to work out.”
He turned and walked me into the clubhouse. “Ah. I know all about unresolved tensions.” He grinned over at me and winked. “Get ’em drunk. Get ’em naked. Get in the middle. Guaranteed to fix all.”
Heat flushed through me, partly out of embarrassment, but partly because the very idea of being in between the two of them was very appealing. “Don’t think my brother would be too happy about that idea.”
He winked at me. “He’s already gone home for the night. He doesn’t hang out here much when they have a new baby. Which is basically all the time. They need all-hands-on-deck with their tribe.”
We entered the clubhouse, and War went straight to the bar, reaching over the top of it and pulling a beer from a bucket of ice. He shook it off before handing it to me.
“Drink. Have fun. Like Psychos, whatever happens at a Slayers’ party, stays at the Slayers’ party. Nobody is going to tell your brother what you get up to here.” He clinked his beer against mine.
A tingle of anticipation ran down my spine. The room was already full of people. Most were familiar, and a few I recognized from Psychos stopped me to say hello. Drinks flowed freely, and chatter surrounded me.
War made his way through the room, smiling at everyone and slapping their hands, but the whole time, his gaze kept drawing across the room, and when I followed it, I found Bliss watching him with a small smile on her face.
I waved to her, but she was fully focused on War heading her way. She moved her ample hips sensuously in time with the beat, and I wondered if she even had any idea how effortlessly sexy she was. Her hair was out, all wild waves of beautiful auburn, and Scythe stood at her back, his head lowered to kiss her neck while she sipped her drink.
She had her free hand resting on his thigh behind her, her thumb stroking over the denim of his jeans while she waited for War to get to them.
When he did, she tipped her head back and kissed him deeply, zero shame or awkwardness that she was kissing one man while another kissed her neck.
I glanced around the room, and nobody was staring at them. They all just went on with their conversations like it was completely normal for the three of them to be making out in the middle of the room.
A warm hand wrapped around my wrist, spinning me around, which was a relief because otherwise I probably wouldhave stood there all night, mesmerized by a woman who looked like me being so worshipped by multiple men.
Memories of the night I’d had three men in my bed, taking turns at having me rushed through my head, mixing with the pleasant buzz from the alcohol.
“What are you thinking right now?” Levi asked.
I bit my lip. “Nothing.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Your face says otherwise.”
I laughed at him. “Fine, maybe it does. But I don’t need to tell you my every thought.”
He sat on a cracked leather couch and pulled me down beside him. “Fine. How about I ask you again after you’ve had a few more drinks?”
The corner of my lips lifted. The beer tasted good, and I didn’t drink a lot so one was already having a pleasant, relaxing effect on me that I was eager to continue. “Ask me again later and I might have a different answer.”
“A different answer to what?” Whip asked, sitting on the other side of me on the three-seater couch that had more than enough room for him, considering I was sitting so close to Levi that I was practically on his lap. Whip had two beers dangling from one hand, and he took the empty bottle out of mine and swapped it for a fresh one.
I blinked in surprise. I hadn’t even realized how quickly I’d been drinking it, but I wasn’t sorry. I’d had a seriously shit couple of weeks, and there was something about being behind solid iron gates, surrounded by dangerous men who wouldn’t hurt me, that made me just want to let loose.
