“I like hanging here with you, and I don’t want to make it awkward by fucking where I chill,” she says bluntly.
“I mean, all the other women here do it.” Kenzie smirks, glancing toward me. “But I guess it is a gamble.”
“Well, you gambled and won. But I’m woman enough to admit that I’m not as accepting as you. If I fell in love with one of these men, I’d be challenging every woman they slept with here to a fight, and you know that I’d win. Then the single men would hate me, and it would cause a division amongst the brothers.”
“Wow, you’ve really thought about this then,” Kenzie teases, wincing when Dutch gets Gunner with a few hits in quick succession. “A little too much.”
“Shush.” Freya smirks, tipping back the rest of her drink and placing down the empty glass.
Kenzie gets up. “I’ll go get us another round. You want anything, babe?”
“I’m okay, Siren.”
She heads over to Honey at the bar, who forgave Kenzie instantly after apologizing to her for hurting her feelings with the stray comments she caught when Kenzie yelled at Gia.
“You look at her like you love her,” Freya says, never once mincing words. “And she looks at you the same.”
“I don’t know about love,” I reply, watching as Kenzie laughs at something Honey says. “I don’t think I’ve ever been in love before.”
“Hmm.” She hums, cheering when Gunner sweeps Dutch onto the ground. “See, I know how to pick a winner.” She turns to me and taps her white-painted fingernail against her chin. “The ones that fight it usually fall the hardest.”
“You been playing with those crystals and tarot cards again?”
She laughs, tucking her blue-black hair back behind her ear. “Always. Kenzie is happier than I’ve ever seen her. I don’t think she ever planned on dating again after her ex cheated on her. You know that’s why she left Melbourne, right? She wanted a fresh start.”
“And walked straight into my bar.”
“Yeah. Ran from a suit and straight into the arms of a biker.”
“I’ll keep her safe,” I promise. “No matter what.”
Kenzie takes that moment to place a tray of drinks down and sit back in my lap. “Where’s Cash tonight? Gone to another party?”
Pressing a kiss to her temple, I nod. “Yeah, he had plans with his friends. And as soon as we get out of here, I have plans for you.”
“What do you have in mind?” she asks breathily.
“I’m going to get down on my knees, push you back against the wall, lift your legs over my shoulders, and eat that sweet cunt until you come all over my face,” I whisper to her. “And then I’m going to fuck you all night long. I missed you last night, and now we’re going to make up for it.”
“Fuck,” she pants, leaning forward and picking up her drink. “I’m going to finish my drink, and then let’s get the hell out of here.”
She says something quietly to Freya, who shakes her head in amusement.
“You’re a lucky bitch, you know that?”
Kenzie looks down at me. “Every day.”
20
MACKENZIE
The grocery store is the last place I expected to see Gia, but here we are. We’ve been on lockdown for a week, and Chance isn’t playing around with our safety. He’s even moved Freya into the clubhouse, since she’s been seen around with me. Tegan is safe, since we mostly hang out at school, and we haven’t been out since that one night at the cocktail bar.
Gia comes right up to me, with that smug smirk on her face, taking in the huge number of items in my cart. “Well, I’m sure the men are appreciating your cooking over me fucking them every night,” she says in a sarcastic tone. “You know the last time I sucked Chance’s dick was the night Cash got in trouble at school. I was in his bed that morning, too. And so was Sassy. We both fucked him all night long. Are you going to give him that when he gets bored with just being with you? I was the one who left those marks on his neck. Did he tell you that?”
I keep my face neutral, but inside I’m fucking pissed. Chance told me that he hadn’t touched another woman since he saw me at the school, and now she’s saying she gave him head that night. “Are we still talking about this, Gia? Still haven’t moved on, I see. Now, if you don’t mind…”
I try to move my cart past her, but she blocks me. “Oh, I’m over it. I’ve found hotter, badder bikers than the Royal Bastards.” She lowers her tone as she walks past me. “Count your days, bitch.”