Page 63 of Start A War (Saint View Psychos)

Where was the confident woman in deep-red lipstick from Friday night, who’d strutted around the club, not even noticing how many men stopped and stared at her? Me fucking included. “Come over to the clubhouse on Saturday night.”

Her gaze darted to the door, like she was thinking about making a run for it. “Uh…”

“We have a party every Saturday night. You’ll like it. Queenie’s a good cook. We’ll smoke some meat and hang out. Bring Rebel, since I need to spank her ass anyway.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“I can spank yours too, if you like,” I said with a chuckle.

I liked the shade of pink her cheeks took on. And fuck. Flirting with her gave me something to feel other than bleak, cold numbness. By the weekend, Fancy would either be better, or she’d be gone. Either way, I’d be looking to get drunk and laid.

I could do both without the pretty red-haired, blue-eyed stunner. But if I had her to think about all week, then it might just be bearable. “Come. I haven’t got a proper nickname for you yet. So I need some more time with you to work one out.”

“If I come, do I get final say in said nickname?”

“Oh, I plan on you coming, baby. Nickname or not.”

She frowned at me like she was a fucking schoolteacher and I was the misbehaving brat in the back row. “We both know what you’re insinuating, War.”

I laughed and held my hands up. “I meant nothing by it.” The laughter was almost painful in my chest after barely breathing for the last few days. Bliss was fucking fresh air and sunshine. I wanted to suck her in and hold her inside me so the warmth could melt the ice. “Just come. To the party.”

“Fine. I’ll catch a lift with Rebel.”

I sat back, suddenly feeling lighter than I had in days. It had been the same feeling I’d had when I’d seen her in the club.

It had been so long since I’d actually been interested in someone. Not just one of the club’s girls who satisfied my biological desires on a nightly basis. None of them interested me one iota, apart from as a warm slit to stick my dick into.

None of them had hair like fire. They were all stick thin, so skinny their collarbones jutted out. Bliss was the opposite of that. I wanted to grab her ass while she rode me. I wanted her full tits in my face when I came in her sweet cunt.

When she backed out of the room, her cheeks were pink again.

I was liked that look on her.

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