Page 33 of Rescue Us (Next Generation 7)

Pet: I’m confused.

Me: Same, babe. Same.

Pet: Enjoy your time with your brothers. Be safe.

Me: Always. I’ll see you soon.

“What or who put that grin on your face?”

I looked up from my phone as Jaron sat down across from me. “Nothing and no one.”

He chuckled, taking a sip of his beer. “Right.” He looked around the room, his body shifting in the seat.

“Something wrong?” I asked, my stomach twisting. Just once I would like an easy night.

“Not exactly.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I think I pulled a muscle.” He moved again, wincing. “And it hurts like a bitch.”

A laugh boomed through me. “Too much sex?”

“No such thing my friend.” He chuckled. “Piper is due anytime and I think she’s just dying for the baby to come, so she’s trying everything to make that happen. I usually love the attention, but my dick feels like I got fucked by sandpaper.”

“She’s in the safe zone, so if the baby comes now, both of them would be okay.”

Jaron raised an eyebrow. “How do you know that?”

I shrugged. “I read and know things.”

“I thought her fourth month of pregnancy was bad.” He looked down at his lap. “We’ll make her kiss you better later, buddy. Don’t worry.”

“I think you need to get out more,” I laughed.

Jaron chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Sammy asked, joining us with Cheesy at his side.

All humor left me as I stared at the guy who was apparently friends with my girl. Leaving the booth, I went up to him.

His eyes widened. He lifted his hands, trying to ward me off. “Cyrus.”

I only smirked and smacked his hand away. “You going to slap me around, Cheesy?”

He swallowed hard. “Listen, whatever you’re thinking—”

Closing the distance between us, I hooked an arm around his shoulders and led him away from the crowd.

I was vaguely aware of my name being called but I didn’t give a shit. I needed to let Cheesy know just who exactly Ainsley was to me and to find out how far their friendship went.

“Cyrus, I swear nothing happened.”

“We’re going to take a drive.” He was a good kid and did well for the club. He would eventually patch in and become a full-fledged member but for now, he was going to help me.

“Where are you taking me?” he asked, his voice shaking.

I stopped us just outside my SUV and cupped his shoulders. “You think I’m going to hurt you.”

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