Page 100 of I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC 2)
“We discussed your well-being, sure,” Crown offers up, as if nothing at all about that was wrong. He just keeps staring down at me, the sun playing across his tanned skin, his face clean-shaven, his chocolate hair tousled and gleaming with highlights in the sun. Everything about him makes me weak in the knees, makes my stomach flip-flop, my pussy clench. I hate how much I want him, how much I burn for him. “We couldn’t start fighting over a teenage girl, could we? Gidget, you had to want this. You had to come back here and choose it.”
“So I did. I’m here.” I throw my arm out to indicate the clubhouse area where the rest of the wives are. “I chose it. I’m eighteen. I’m telling you what I want.” I exhale and my dark hair flutters around my face. “I want the four of you. I don’t care what justifications you need to make, what rationalizations in your mind. I definitely don’t give a crap about logistics. All I know is that I want this.”
He says nothing, and I’m done talking, so I just huff and turn around, heading back into the clubhouse proper.
“Just put me to work,” I tell Nellie, and she smiles in a way I haven’t seen in years. When Crown walks in behind me, ehh. She isn’t smiling anymore.
“You should be ashamed of yourself,” she tells him, grabbing his arm and giving him a look. “Cat is not going to like this.”
“I know,” Crown tells her, pulling his arm away and slipping into Sin’s office without saying a word to me.
Good. Because I could use a break from the lot of them.
For the rest of the day, the other women give me a wide, wide berth. Guess Cat was right when he said they were already afraid of me. Good for them.
They should be.
The party starts soon after I hear the first sound of an approaching bike, a single rider that bleeds into a cacophony of howling spirits. The compound turns into a raging inferno with loud music, scantily clad women, and men in leather. There’s booze aplenty. Cocaine. Weed. Gossip.
“He told me he liked to be pegged. Have you ever heard of that?” one of the groupie girls asks another. I’m sitting near them for now while Sin politicks, Crown follows Cat around, and Beast is off watching my brother. It’s Grainger who’s watching me now.
“Pegging is when you wear a strap-on and fuck a dude in the ass,” I tell her loudly, leaning close to be heard. The girl’s eyes get wide before flicking back to Grainger. She hurriedly turns away, and I smile.
“You just had to go and open your big mouth, eh Gidge?” he taunts, standing far too close to me. “By the way, you never asked me if I wanted to be your fuckboy bitch.”
“You never asked me if I wanted to be deflowered and left alone two years ago.” I turn to glare at him, knocking my heels against the railing I’m sitting on. The asshole cannot take his eyes off my leather-clad legs or the plunging neckline of my top. “Sin told me all about it, how you guys agreed to wait until after I graduated to pursue me.”
Cade just stares at me like I’ve lost my damn mind.
“You would’ve preferred it if Crown snatched you up then? Married your sixteen-year-old ass and got you pregnant? Don’t be stupid.”
I slide off the railing and turn to him, using the height from my heels to put me at least a little closer to his face.
“Me? You’re the one who keeps acting like he isn’t interested when, clearly, he is.” I turn and fling my arm out in the direction of the girls behind me, the ones scoping the crowd for available men. “If you want a club-whore, go on then. Pick one out. Sleep with her. And then you can forget about ever having anything with me.”
I take off and leave him to follow after, moving over to the edge of the deck and down the stairs, into the thick of the party where most of the drinking and dancing is occurring. The music is so loud that it drowns out my thoughts.
Once I’ve got a beer in hand, I look back to see if Grainger’s still following me. He is, selecting a spot about fifteen feet away. Also, he’s talking to a girl.
I grit my teeth.
“If you let him behave like that, he’s gonna keep on doin’ it,” a voice says from the shadows beside me. If I were anyone else, I’d jump at that. Only, I know who it is: Beast. My Beast, in particular.
I sip my beer and watch as Grainger throws on the charm the way he did to me in the clubhouse bathroom that one time, when he hadn’t yet realized who I was.
