Sugar tilted her head. Understanding crossed her pretty face. She was another blonde bombshell but with hazel-green eyes. Her shoulder-length hair was usually up in a messy bun. She certainly didn’t look old enough to have twin teenage sons. Her boys, Maddox and Markey, were rarely around. Big seniors and all that.
“Hey, hon. It’s the way of the MC. None of these guys ever want to settle down. What they do isn’t easy. It’s dangerous at times. Not having any entanglements keeps them focused. But they like sex, like all of us here at this table.” Sugar wiggled her eyebrows. “That’s why they have kittens.”
Well, she wasn’t wrong about liking sex.
“God, yes!” Libby shimmied in her seat. “Love sex. But Tara, Hero didn’t do anything wrong before you came into the picture. And even if he had been with one of us after he met you, until Hero claims you, he’s free to do as he damn well pleases.”
Sugar huffed. “Shit, some guys still live by the old ways. They fuck around on their old lady, and she accepts it.”
“Not me. I’ll cut off Wolf’s big dick,” Jill growled, showing her fierce side.
Maddy took my hand under the table. She knew me so well, but I wouldn’t show any emotion. Not with these women. I didn’t know them well enough.
“No worries. I’m good. Hero isn’t mine, so he can fuck whoever he wants.” I raised my glass in acheer,then remembered it was empty. “Copper! Another please,” I shouted toward the bar.
The corner of Libby’s perfect mouth curled. “Okay, babe. I get it.”
I hated how she appeared to know my plight. Was I really that transparent?
“Boxer says love is for pussies. Fucking is just a release of pent-up aggression. I get the impression he isn’t tender in bed. I mean, I’ve seen him fight so...” Jill turned toward Libby. “In a sick way, I’m kind of curious if it transfers into the bedroom. He’s a violent son of a bitch. But you don’t have to tell me. Hell, I may not want to hear the answer.” Jill popped another cherry into her mouth.
Libby’s eyes bugged out. “Oh no, Boxer isn’t tender. I get the feeling he’s been burned… bySnow.”
Jill launched out of her chair like a submarine missile. “What did he tell you about Snow? That asshole!” Jill’s face turned bright red like the maraschino cherries. The woman looked positively distressed over some woman named Snow.
I was so glad the spotlight was off me. Libby was right, though. Hero hadn’t done anything wrong being with the kittens before I was in the picture. However, I was of the same mindset as Jill. No kitten or other woman better touch my man. I’d beat them to a pulp—even this adorable blonde kitten.
Libby shrugged one shoulder nonchalantly. “It’s not like he was confessing the secrets of his heart. Her name is tattooed on his chest. When he fucks me, he calls out Snow’s name. I guess he doesn’t do that with the other girls. I suspect it’s because they don’t have blonde hair like Carla and me.”
“Shit,” Jill muttered, dropping back into her chair. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
Maddy gasped, digging her nails into my palm. She hadn’t let go of holding my hand.
“Sorry, Angel.” Libby grimaced. “I didn’t mean to mention her.”
God, I sure as hell didn’t want to hear about that bitch Carla. But again, at least the attention wasn’t on me. Small victories.
Madeline waved Libby off. “No, that’s okay. I just can’t stand her.”
Libby relaxed in her seat, pushing her tits out. They were much too large for her lithe petite body. I wondered if they were real. “None of the kittens liked her either. Of course, most of us were jealous that she got to be the Prez’s personal kitten.”
Madeline sighed. “Not what I want to hear, Lib.”
A growl came from behind Maddy and me, stealing our attention. The ladies at the table stiffened. The men in the room looked our way.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Storm stepped behind Maddy’s chair, bent down, and kissed her. “Angel? Why the fuck are you ladies talking about me?”
Uff da. He was a touchy one, that was for sure.
Madeline placed her hand on his cheek and stroked it with her thumb. “Relax, handsome. This is what girls do.”
“Not in my goddamn club,” he barked, pulling her chair out and lifted her into his arms like prince fucking charming. Except he rode in on a Harley wearing a leather cut and surly beard instead of a noble steed and a smooth face. “Say goodnight, Angel.”
Frick, he didn’t even give her a choice. Although, I wasn’t sure if I’d complain if in her shoes. Hero’s face flashed behind my eyes. If he hadn’t abandoned me, I might’ve let him whisk me away to bed too.
She pouted, still stroking his cheek. I wondered if she was trying to defuse him. “It’s only a little after ten.”
“You’re growing my baby and need to rest.” He kissed her neck, burying his face.