“That’s true, but you still should have said it anyway.” Quinn shot me a glare. “And then you should have to
ld me what happened with this one, so I could have at least helped you kick him in the balls a few times.”
“See, this is where I’m confused,” Kelli groaned, taking another drink of coffee. Setting the mug on the side table, she shot me a lifted brow in question, but I didn’t know what to tell her. Maybe she didn’t realize it because it happened so rarely, but Quinn wasn’t always on my side. It appeared this was one of those times.
“You think I wouldn’t be on your side?” Quinn rolled her eyes, making her look ten years younger than she really was. “Please. I only got a little out of Raider last night, but I can fill in the missing pieces of the puzzle. They suspected you did something—which I’m about ninety-nine percent sure you didn’t—and Colt took you away to get the answers he needed. Whatever happened, he fucked up, and now you’re pissed.”
“Huh. Yeah, that sums it up pretty neatly,” Kelli said with a slow nod.
“So what did he do?” Quinn asked, shooting me a smirk.
Before Kelli could open her mouth, I jumped up. Grasping Quinn’s hand, I pulled her to her feet and toward the door. “Whatever happened is between me and Kelli,” I informed her, rushing her out the door. “You know all you need to for now, Quinnie.”
No way in hell did I want Kelli telling her exactly what I’d done. It was one thing for Kelli to be pissed, it was completely another for Quinn. I didn’t want my best friend to realize just how low I could stoop. She didn’t need to know what I was capable of. What I did to Kelli wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg of what I was capable of when the situation called for it.
“Smooth,” Kelli snorted as she lay back down. Grabbing one of the pillows, she pulled it over her face, leaving only her chin and mouth visible. “Don’t worry, dickhead. I won’t tell her your dirty secrets.”
“Last I checked, you enjoyed most of my dirty secrets,” I shot back as I landed on the edge of the bed and grabbed her feet.
She struggled, kicking at me until I grasped her right heel and started massaging. “Ugh,” she groaned. “I hate you so much, but if you stop, I’m going to stab you with your own knife.”
Grinning, I pressed my thumb deeper into her arch, making her moan with pleasure. “Right there, baby?” I asked, lowering my voice the way that always made her shiver.
Goose bumps rose up on her legs, and I watched as she pressed her thighs together, her ass squirming on the mattress. I kept massaging, releasing all the tension in her foot before reaching for the other one and showing it the same attention.
Those little moans coming from her, however, were driving me up the wall. Her calf pressed into my throbbing cock, so there was no way she could miss just how hard I was for her. Lifting the pillow off her eyes, she shot me a dirty glare and pulled her foot free. With her other foot, she kicked me off the bed.
“Don’t you have shit to do? Your MC is probably looking for you.”
I grabbed her foot back, squeezing her toes with just enough pressure to make her inhale deeply, her lashes lowering in agonized pleasure. “They can wait a little longer. I’m busy taking care of my girl right now.”
Her exhale was exasperated, and she jerked her feet back before using them both to kick me off the bed again. “Go deal with your MC, Colt. I want to sleep,” she grumbled, burying herself under her pillow and the blanket once again.
Sighing heavily, I leaned over and kissed the back of her exposed neck. “Fine. But when I get back, we’re going to talk, Kelli.”
“Hmph,” she garbled into the pillow, flipping me off as I grabbed my cut and headed for the door.
Out in the main room of the clubhouse, a few of the brothers were sitting with some of the ol’ ladies. Seeing me, Butch jumped up. “Been looking for you,” he muttered.
Frowning, I glanced around, not sure he was talking to me. Butch didn’t talk much to anyone, period, so I was surprised as hell that he was doing so with me now. I followed him from the main room and outside to the front of the compound. As the chilly air hit my face, I grimaced and waited for Butch to cut to the chase.
“Jos is here,” he informed me.
My brows lifted as I glanced around, expecting his daughter to pop up out of nowhere. “Really? When did she get in?”
“Yesterday.” He ran his fingers over the stubble of his shaved head. “She’s got a kid with her.”
“Shit,” I muttered, knowing exactly where this was going. “I swear to fucking God, Butch. I didn’t touch her. I told you that the last time she was here. The kid isn’t mine.”
He gave me a look that told me to shut my mouth, and I clenched my jaw, complying for the moment. “I didn’t ask if the kid was yours, Colt. Any idiot with two eyes can see perfectly who that baby’s daddy is.”
“And? Who’s the fuck is it?”
“Matt’s.”
That surprised me so much, it made me laugh. “Yeah. Okay.”
“He’s either Matt’s or Bash’s,” Butch argued. “And we both know Bash would never do that to Raven.”