“Let us buy you boys a drink,” the blonde said. “It’ll be fun.” Her raspy smoker’s voice grated on my nerves.
“No thanks,” I growled as we arrived at our room. Lynx got the door while I turned to face the girls. “Listen, I’m sure you’re bothgreat. But—” I issued them my most charming grin, raising my hands. “We’re not here for pleasure.”
The women smiled wide, not buying what I was selling.
Blondie leaned into me. “Why don’t you let us show you how great we are?” Boldly she ran her fingers down my chest.
With just enough force, I grabbed her wrist, stopping her before she got to my crotch. “You don’t want to do that,” I warned, narrowing my gaze. This brand of persistent women annoyed the shit out of me. They believed if they were ready to put out, every man would want them.
Not in this lifetime.
“Sure, I do.” She pressed her chest into mine.
My brothers snickered behind me. Leave it to those yokels to laugh at my expense.
I glared at Blondie as her coppery counterpart giggled, the tobacco smell turning my stomach.
“No, and I’ll tell you why. We aren’t into women.” I threw off her wrist and stepped inside the room. I pushed the door closed, leaving the women in the hallway to pick their jaws off the floor.
“Shit, man! Do you always have to make us gay when we’re getting hit on?” Wolf tossed his duffel onto one of the beds.
“Would you prefer I act like a prick? You know how women like that are. They don’t take no for an answer. They think if they offer, we’ll fall at their feet. Like we have no standards. Seriously, what’s with some women?”
“Hold up,” Lynx interjected, feigning shock. “We”—he circled his finger—“have standards?” The asshole gaped.
Track dropped onto the bed, laughing. “That’s good, that’s good. Cause we’re a bunch of decent men who don’t like easy fucks!”
“Fuckers,” I bit back. I hated when women assumed shit about me. Just because I looked rough and tough, and was a biker with tattoos, it didn’t mean I thought with my dick instead of my brain. Unlike Lynx. I might even be arrogant and cocky most of the time, but there was more to me. I didn’t sleep with just any pussy on legs. I stuck with the kittens. No complications. Plus, they were regularly tested for STDs.
“Decent men… I like that,” Wolf chuckled—a rarity.
“Whatever.” I gave them the middle finger salute.
Decent was pushing it. But I sure as hell had standards. So did Wolf, Ire, and Track. They were just assholes poking fun.
Lynx squatted to check out the mini-fridge. “Can’t you think of something else to say? You’re a smart guy. Like you could say, ‘Pretty lady, I have a small dick. I would only disappoint you.”
Track, Wolf, and Ire howled with laughter. Ire laughing? Yep, my brother definitely appeared a lot better these days.
I bit down on my molars. “Shut the hell up, already!” Now I was pissed. I unpacked with a fire in my belly, spreading like wildfire through my body.
Lynx’s obnoxious laugh annoyed the shit out of me.
I realized what my brothers were doing. They were getting a rise out of me. Firing me up.
Before I could call them out, Lynx continued in a scrappy, baby voice. “Aw, did I hurt your wittle feelings? I promise to never talk about your itty-bitty-willy again.” It was a horrible attempt on his part, but it did its job.
I balled my hands into fists, ready to beat the shit out of him.
“What the fucks wrong with you?” I roared.
“What?” Lynx coward like he was innocent. My brother’s ridiculous insults were a ploy. Everyone knew I wasn’t focused. I’d lose my ass if I didn’t get my shit together… get angry.
Still, it pissed me off that Lynx would talk shit about my dick. It shouldn’t bug me. My manhood was well endowed. I had nothing to be insecure about. But my reaction wasn’t at all about my cock. It was about Aspen.
“Fuck off, you giant, hairy pussy! I’ll tell all the women that’s what you have in your pants instead of a dick.” I retaliated, throwing my duffel on the floor and went into the bathroom.
The guys laughed, making hissing sounds as if trying to be quiet. Fuckers.