Page 9 of Brew
Everyone else tiptoes around the language when Erica is around, because she’s religious and they probably think it’s a courtesy, but I’ve heard her say fuck a couple of times, albeit she was kicking the photocopier at the time.
“Hey, I’m the nice one,” Haze pipes up. “Right, Erica?”
She smiles at him. “Right.”
Immediately, Sawyer chuckles. Usually, it’s only the four of us; all the important people. “Right, you keep tellin’ yourself that, bro.”
Haze and Sawyer hit it off, it’s how Sawyer got a job with us. He’s an excellent hacker by night and can get into any system, and works on surveillance during the day. Handy when Jett and Rock; the twins from the MC who have their own surveillance operations, are busy.
They both grab a handful of the delicious-looking cookies. Erica meets my eye. “Watching your weight, big guy?” She’s always called meBig Guy, andit isn’t because I’m fat. I’m six-four, and I’m built. She could also be referring to what’s between my legs, but she wouldn’t know anything about that. Lucky for her.
I let my mind wander as I reach for a cookie… What would it be like to bed Erica?
I sincerely doubt she’s a freak between the sheets, not with her strict religious background, but it makes my cock twitch.
“Yeah, those love handles are lookin’ a little on the pudgy side.” Haze beams at me. He’s been teasing me about Erica for as long as I can remember. Haze is the only one who knows me well enough to get away with it. Little brothers can be so tiresome.
“Love handles?” I deadpan.
“Speakin’ of which, haven’t seen you around the club lately,” Sawyer goes on, talking to me. Yeah, he’s patched in. With his life experience and dedication to the MC, prospecting at the club wasn’t for very long. He’s more than proved himself with helping the club on several occasions, the last time was when Stella, our first female member, was kidnapped after our enemies blew the clubhouse up.
Good times.
“Nobody taken your fancy?” Sawyer craps on.
“We really gonna sit here talkin’ about pus— eh,women,with Erica at the table?” I lob my pen at his head, narrowly missing him.
“I’ve learned to switch off,” she tells me helpfully. “Boys will be boys.”
“Maybe Erica could give you some tips?” Haze shrugs. “Since you seem to have lost your magic touch.”
If I could kick him under the table, I would, but he’s too far away. Damn asshole.
“I’m not sure I’m the leading authority on what women want.” Erica smiles. She’s the only one who came to this meeting to actually have a meeting. Her pen and pad in front of her, along with a mug of steaming coffee and a stack of papers.
I bite into the cookie, testing it before I shove the rest in my mouth. Of course, it’s amazing, even though she said something about oats, no sugar and fiber. You’d never guess it was healthy.
“We’re not sure Brew is either.” Sawyer grins. “Those sweet butts at the club keep askin’ for you.”
I don’t have anything else to throw at him, and I know he’s just trying to get a rise out of me and make me look like a chump in front of Erica.
She surprises me by saying; “The sweet butts are still women with hopes and dreams. If men want women to act or be a certain way, they need to stop treating them like pieces of meat and listen with their ears, not their nether regions. In my humble opinion, of course.”
She can’t even say the word dick. Hilarious.
I hide my grin behind my coffee mug as I take a sip.
This is what gets me about her. So prim and proper. It makes me want to fuck her sideways, show her what a piece of meat actually feels like. Who knows, she might even like it.
The room is silent as we all stare at her.
I give Sawyer a chin lift. “Heard what the lady said. The sweet butts aren’t pieces of meat, should stop treatin’ them that way.” I smirk.
Of course, I’m guilty of bedding just about every one of them in the past. That’s changed lately because I’ve been too busy for sex. Hunting down Ridgely and the men who wronged me and mine takes up all of my free time these days. Sex has taken a very big backseat.
“Riiiiight,” Sawyer laughs. “I forgot you’re well-to-do, E. Those chicks could learn a thing or two about dignity from you.”
E. I fucking hate him calling her nicknames.
