I’ll bring you dessert.
Siren
No. Lose my number.
Chance
An orgasm or three might cheer you up.
Siren
You’re right. But it won’t be coming from you.
Chance
You’ll be coming with me and no other man, Siren.
Siren
You’re unbelievable.
“You texting the teacher?” Lust asks, dropping onto the stool next to me. His shirt is unbuttoned, and red lipstick stains cover his chest. “When are you going to bring her around here?”
Gia and Sassy start making out with each other, putting on a show for the men. “Never,” I grumble, making him laugh.
“Any news on the Bloody Scorpions?” he asks, lowering his tone.
I shake my head. The Bloody Scorpions MC are rivals of the RBMC, but we never had any issues here until a few months ago, when a few of them were spotted riding through our town, scouting our area. Since then, there’s been no sightings, but we’re keeping our eyes open. We heard through the grapevine that their president passed away, and a new generation is stepping up to take over.
“Nothing yet, but I don’t want us to let our guard down.”
We have someone always surveying our security cameras around the clubhouse.
“Fuckers would be stupid to try anything,” he mutters, his hand tightening around his drink. He may come off as a lover boy, but Lust is a cage fighter and ex-military, as are many of the brothers here.
“We’ll handle whatever is thrown at us.”
He nods, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yes, we will. Just like you’re going to handle the little teacher.”
“She has a name, you know,” I reply with steel in my tone.
“Fuck, you’ve got it bad. Never thought I’d see the day.” He pauses and then adds, “That shit better not be contagious. You going to bring her to fight night?”
Do I want to bring my sweet, skittish Siren to watch my brothers and me beat the living shit out of each other for fun while all the women watch?
No, not really.
But Lust is right, I need to bring her into the club slowly. If she can’t handle it, I suppose it’s best that I learn that now.
But I also think slow and steady wins the race.
“I’ll think about it.”
“We can tell everyone to be on their best behavior,” he teases, nodding toward Custom, who is now getting head in front of everyone.
“Fuck.” I sigh, scrubbing a hand down my face.
My men aren’t shy, and they aren’t going to want to stop living their lives, but that doesn’t mean I won’t tell them to play nice when she first gets there.