“I can teach you to fight Zoe, but you're going to have to teach yourself not to hesitate.”
The conversation lulls into light chitter chatter. Zoe and I discuss a couple of things about the college campus and things that she wants to do for the sisters when we get back—being that we can't have parties, mixers, or the games—she wants to petition the school board to allow us to have a version of the games with no alcohol. If she's serious about it and starts making plans I'll get somebody to put some pressure on them so that they say yes, and I tell her as much. The guys are talking about the run tomorrow, both Top and Pyro question who's going to be staying at the clubhouse while everyone is gone.
Before I started dating them, they were never concerned about leaving me at the clubhouse alone. I know that now that our feelings are out in the open it makes things a little bit different, but I hope that they don't start treating me like I’m made of glass. I know how to defend myself and I can take care of Zoe too, we don't need babysitters here at the clubhouse.
Really, more likely than not, we will spend all day in bed reading or watching TV. A nice quiet day with my best friend sounds fantastic.
“I know that Tough is staying,” Bell offers, his voice is just loud enough that it gets Zoe’s attention and a small grin graces one side of her face.
“That's the one we met at the bar earlier, right?” I see something in her eyes that I want a question but now might not be the right time. Then I notice Hollow looking and her and realize that I'm not the only one that notices. He pushes up in front of her, flattening her against the side of my car.
“What? Top and I aren't enough for you?” She seems to consider this for a minute, her eyes flashed to mine, and I raised an eyebrow. I see the determination in her and even a spark of humor and then she opens her mouth.
“I have three holes, don't I?”
I choke on the smoke that I had just inhaled, leaning over and coughing violently toward the ground. When I'm finally able to catch my breath, I'm laughing so hard that I have tears rolling down my face. Pyro’s leaning on his arm that's on the hood of my car, Scar’s rubbing the back of his neck, Bell is leaning over much like I am, but Top and Hollow are staring at Zoe with what can only be described as hunger.
“On that note, me and mine are going to go inside. Y’all enjoy this conversation.” Bell grabs my hand and Pyro puts an arm around my shoulder. Scar leads the way back to the bar, and he orders us a round of shots and each drink and then we go over to the couch that we had been sitting on before the whole ordeal started.
“So, with that mention of three holes…” Pyro starts, I should have known that one of them was going to ask about it.
“Oh no fuck you mother fuckers, each of you have had her to yourself. Sunday’s my day. We're going on a stakeout and then I'm locking her in my bedroom.” My core clenches at the idea alone.
“You're going to break her in half, Bell.” There's a little bit of concern in Scar's voice and I understand it, but I also trust Bell.
“I can handle what he's got planned.” I move into his lap and wrap both of my arms around his neck, molding my mouth to his in a kiss that holds so much passion I feel his dick twitch and start to get hard under my ass.
I had to taunt him into letting lose the first time. I knew that he has a beast hiding below the surface and I wanted him to give me all of it. Sure, my reasoning might have been a little jacked, but it still got us both what we wanted. He let go, and I proved that I could handle him.
“Fuck yeah, you can.”
“So, what? You laid claim to these two, but Pyro is just along because the three of them are always together?” I should have known that Haley wouldn’t leave our conversation alone from earlier.
I turn around in Bell's lap—his dick digging into my ass—and face her with what I hope is a face that scares her. I could just respond and get into a cat fight over men that she could have never had anyways but instead, I grab Pyro by his cut. Fisting my hand in the material and pulling him to me, when he is standing between my legs he looks down at my hand on his cut and pets his fingers across the back of my hand.
“Why would you be interested in sharing one girl when you could have three just like her in your bed whenever you wanted?”
“You are delusional if you think for a second that there is anyone else in this club like Finley.” Scar growls at her when she moves too close to Pyro’s side. He is sitting on the edge of the couch on the other side of our sexy couch pile, close enough that I can touch him too but in a way keeping me between them and her.
“She isn’t that special, and she is never going to be able to keep all three of you satisfied, there are too many willing bodies around.”
I hate to admit it—even to myself—but I have had those thoughts, I just keep reminding myself that if there is a problem in the future, we will address it then. The fact that she is suggesting it just pisses me off, it doesn’t take a whole lot to put me in a fighting mood, especially with Haley.
“Did our party get more interesting?” Top drawls as the three of them push Haley out of the way and sit on the couch.
“It’s going to if Haley doesn’t learn her fucking place.”
She eyes Zoe skeptically, from her perfect blond hair to the brightly colored dress and nude ballet flats that she is wearing. Zoe sits on Top's lap, laying her legs over Hollows, when Haley starts to eye the guys, she very obviously grabs the open edge of Top's cut and runs her fingers over the shoulder of Hollows. Both of the guys tense a little but look at her like she is the most amazing woman that they have ever met.
Haley huffs and opens her mouth to say something but Zoe cuts her off, “Don’t be fooled by my bright exterior, I will fight for what’s mine. And let me make myself clear, these men are mine.”
19
Bell
The run that we had to go on was for the Rojas Family. They had a huge shipment that came in that was going to several different locations and they wanted us to run security on the part of it that was going to the panhandle. It took all fucking day, and we didn’t get back until after dark.
The bar was in full swing but when we did a walk-through, we didn’t find Zoe or Finley. Scar wanted the officers to meet with him when he got back but when we didn’t find Finley, he let me out of the meeting to go find her. None of us lock our doors when we go to bed in the back so I can sneak into her room when I find her in there sleeping.