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I snorted, and King chuckled beside me. Oh God, now I’m snorting. How embarrassing.
Trick chalked the tip of the pool cue he was holding, then handed it to me.
“You ready to play?”
I nodded and accepted the stick with a smile, eager to play again. I eyed the table critically, as Bodhi picked up the triangle rack and started to place it on the table again.
“Do you mind if I rack?” I asked him.
He looked at me in surprise, then handed it over. “No, babe. Go right ahead,” he conceded with a wave of his arm over the table.
“Eight ball?” I asked, and at their nods, I placed it on the table and quickly set up the balls in formation, then slipped my fingers inside the rack to make sure the balls were nice and tight. Once I was satisfied, I carefully lifted the rack, and hung it on the hook next to the pool cues.
“Nice,” Trick nodded in approval, and I inwardly rolled my eyes at his almost patronizing tone. Typical macho bullcrap, but I was used to being underestimated when playing pool. As kids, we’d had a pool table in our basement. Dad had taught us how to play, and I’d spent many hours during my teenaged years perfecting my skills by playing against my brother and his friends. I wasn’t big into the bar scene in college, but when I had gone out, I’d rarely paid for a drink. I’d found out early on that challenging a frat boy to a game of pool, with the understanding that the loser buys the drinks, resulted in free booze for me almost every time.
“Why don’t you break, Molly,” King suggested. He was leaning against the other pool table a few feet away, and I noticed that Viking had wandered over to join him, as had the other video game player. Great, an audience. Just what I needed, after not playing pool in at least a year or more. I could only hope my skills weren’t too rusty.
“I’d love to, gentlemen,” I responded with false bravado, bending at the waist over the table as I lined up my shot. I smiled in satisfaction at the crack of the balls, watching as they scattered perfectly.
I glanced back at the men, who were all watching with approving smiles.
“Impressive, babe,” Bodhi told me, eyeing the table. “Ladies first,” he offered. I glanced at Trick, who nodded his agreement.
“Solids. Two ball, corner pocket,” I called out with a bit more confidence returning. I leaned over the table, lining up my shot while trying to ignore the fact that my skirt probably wasn’t the most appropriate thing for me to be wearing right now. I could feel it riding up the back of my thighs a bit more than I would like. I took a deep breath and exhaled, then drew my arm back and followed through on my shot in one swift move. I smiled as the number two ball fell cleanly into the corner pocket.
“Nice shot, sweetheart,” King encouraged, while Trick whistled, and Bodhi nodded in approval.
“Four and five, side pocket,” I gestured to the table, eyeing it to get a good angle for my next shot. I sank it, spinning the number four into the five ball and sending them both into the pocket, then spent the next several minutes running the table. I got lost in the familiar groove of the game, forgetting my discomfort over my skirt, and blocking out the crowd which had increased by several more bikers.
“Fuck, she’s kicking your asses!” I heard shouted out, and Trick and Bodhi both groaned good-naturedly amid the laughter of the other men.
“Eight ball, back right corner pocket,” I announced, needing just one last shot to win the game. I walked around the table to find the best angle, then bent over and lined up my shot. Crack! The ball disappeared just as I’d planned, dropping cleanly into the pocket.
I did an excited little shimmy, then placed my stick on the table and whirled around to the sounds of clapping, whistling and whoops from the peanut gallery, which now included even more unfamiliar faces.
“Who’s the sexy librarian?” I heard a voice holler. It was followed by a grunt of pain, then a voice I recognized even though I couldn’t see him through the crowd around me.
“She’s a sexyteacher, and she’s mine, motherfucker,” Jagger snapped out loudly, before elbowing his way through the men surrounding the table.
Chapter 6
Jagger/Cole
Bull and I finished looking over the new policy from our insurance company, which had made some changes to our liability coverage on the bar when we renewed it. It had taken longer than I had liked, and I was anxious to get back out there with Angel.
“All right, asshole, you can leave now,” Bull told me with a roll of his eyes. “She must be something if she’s got you this on-edge. I don’t think you listened to a goddamned thing I said in the last five minutes,” he grumbled.
“Sorry, man.” I apologized, not actually sorry in the least. I opened the door to his office, and Bull followed me back down the hall. As I turned the corner toward the main clubroom, I heard shouts and laughter, so clearly more of my brothers had arrived. I quickened my pace, wanting to make sure Molly wasn’t getting too overwhelmed. I rounded the last corner and stopped short at the sight of a crowd gathered around the pool tables. There must have been a dozen or so brothers, whooping and hollering about whatever the hell was going on. I circled around them, intent on reaching the bar, when I registered what I was hearing.
“Who the fuck is that?”
“Damn, would you look at the ass on her?”
“Shit, I think I’m in love.”
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby, bend over just like that again.”
“Please tell me she’s a new bunny?”
