The elevator dinged to my relief: conversation over.
We nodded to an older couple who joined our party in the elevator, but only because we didn’t want to seem like assholes like we were most days. None of us talked much to people outside our club. Well, except Lynx, who dealt with a lot of customers out at The Bullet. He loved managing that place.
Two women entered next, the metal doors sliding shut after them.
We were gawked at by the couple and middle-aged women. Typical. We could never go anywhere without people staring and women coming on to us. It annoyed the crap out of me. It wasn’t like we walked around with a sign saying:We welcome your judgment and sexual advances.All we wanted was to be left the hell alone.
Women coming on to me wasn’t as much fun. I love the thrill of the hunt. Catching my prey and owning them. I was more of an animal, compared to Track and Ire. They were a couple ofrespectfulmen… Those fuckers were boring with a capital B when it came to picking up women.
Speaking of…
An off-putting scent made me shift closer to the door. I guessed one or both women were smokers. A smoker was an instant no dice for me. There was nothing worse than an attractive woman who tasted like an ashtray when I kissed her, and I fuckinglovedto kiss.
Aspen’s pink lips came to mind, along with the soft scent of the watermelon lip gloss she used to wear when we were together. Fuck, I’d loved the way it tasted. We’d make out for hours on end, never able to get enough of each other. After we’d had sex for the first time, we fucked like rabbits every chance we got.
Stop it. It’s over and done with. Move the fuck on.
I didn’t want to think about her.
Checking out the two women, they looked like twins wearing matching spandex dresses. One in red, the other in black. They did nothing for me.
No woman had ever appealed to me as much as Snow.
I needed to stop already. My goddamned mind betrayed me. It wouldn’t let me shut her out. This was a big fucking problem.
The elevator stopped on the fourth floor. The elderly couple exited with disgusted expressions. They likely thought we were a group of tattooed miscreants. They wouldn’t be wrong.
We stopped again on the fifth floor, but the women didn’t get out.
I shot them an expectant look.
“This isn’t our floor,” the lady in the red dress said. She batted her lashes, puckering her lips. Brown lipstick? Not my thing. Neither was blonde hair with black roots. She acted interested. Little did she know, I wasn’t fazed.
There was one problem with the woman’s statement. There was only one stop left after the fifth floor. Mine and my brothers’ floor. Someone had to have pushed the button for this stop. And it couldn’t have been the couple who got out a minute ago.
Track and Lynx whispered to each other. Ire stood like a stone statue beside them.
I gave Wolf an all-knowing look. The one that said:Crap, here we go. These women must have taken us all for idiots.
“Yeah…yeah. That old couple probably pushed the button,” the woman in the black dress said. “You know how old people are.” She snorted nervously.
I stared at her. She looked like a walking sarcophagus drenched in copper. Everything was the same shade, from her hair, skin, and lipstick to her jewelry and pumps—way overdone.
“What are you men up to tonight?” The blonde hiccupped as she elbowed her friend, who nodded eagerly, their eyes sizing us up.
“We’re meeting our wives,” Wolf answered before I could.
“Right,” the blonde drawled. “You don’t really expect us to believe that, do you?”
I rolled my eyes just as the door to our floor opened. We stepped out, leaving the women behind.
“Yeah, if you had wives, they’d be with you right now,” the sarcophagus said as they followed us. “No woman would let handsome devils such as yourselves out of sight.”
Wolf gave me a sidelong look.
Lynx muttered something to Track and Ire. Probably wanting a quickie before the match. Not happening. The fucker needed to mind his dick until the event was over and we were back at the club.
It was my turn to deal with these eager women. I wouldn’t be as nice as Wolf.