Page 18 of The Devil's Revelation
“So you decided to come and bug me then?” I grin wickedly at King. “Or are you just too chicken shit to go home and deal with your woman? Afraid she’ll put you in front of the camera again, little brother?”
King glares at me, making Stone and I laugh. A few months ago, King and Sage went to LA for a photoshoot on a movie set that Sage was contracted for. Since it was in the middle of all the shit with the mob, King went with her as a bodyguard, but one night, ended up in front of the camera with Maren Kingsley, one of the hottest actresses out there. She also took solo shots of King, and sold them to some romance novelists who used the photos on their covers. She didn’t stop there though.
Nope, she bought beer koozies, calendars, t-shirts, hats, and even a life sized cut-out. To say King was shocked, and pissed, is an understatement. Which is exactly why we bring that shit out every so often just to remind him. We also like to joke about his new career as a model for steamy romance books.
“Stop trying to dodge the question,” King sighs. “What’s the deal with you and the hot mechanic? Since she’s not going to be working here, you going to ask her out?”
“Why would I do that? And why is everyone so interested in my love life?”
Stone snickers. “Now that King’s shacked up, Mom’s just going up the list, which means as middle brother, you’re next.”
“Then she’s going to have to wait a very long time. Izzy is hot, yes, but I’m not looking for anything now. I barely make it home most nights before midnight, and when I do, I shower, shit, and watch TV until I fall asleep.”
“Sounds to me like we need to liven up your life,” King snickers. “You’re getting to be an old man. Maybe Dad can give you a few pointers.”
“Boy, considering who your mother is, you really think I spend my nights watching TV?” my father drawls from the doorway.
King, not the least bit fazed, turns around and says, “As far as I’m concerned, that’s all you do.”
I have to bite back a laugh at the slow smile that spreads across our father’s mouth. “Then you’re an idiot. Hell, last night she wanted to try—”
“Stop right there,” we all bark at him.
Dad bursts out laughing. “You boys are too damn easy.”
“What you boys are, is lazy and should be working,” my mother says as she comes to the doorway. “Torque, go finish up that engine you’ve been tinkering away at. Stone, you and King need to get to work on finishing our house so I can spend my final years in it and not at the noisy clubhouse.”
“You make it sound like it’s going to be forever before you get in there and not a couple of months,” Stone sighs.
“With the way you two work, it’ll probably be years,” Mom sniffs.
Stone and King glare at her. We all know she’s just saying that to get them going, but it’s still funny as hell. Stone and King—and me on occasion—have been working on the new house they’re building about half a mile away from the clubhouse. They put a hell of a lot of hours in it, and I imagine they will be moving in sooner than later.
“And what about me?” Dad asks her.
Mom gives him a slow smile, one that no son should see on his mother’s face. “I have plans for you, biker man,” she purrs at him.
“No,” I bark, pointing at them. “This is my shop and you two are not locking yourself in an office, stock room, or anywhere else to do that shit. Go back to the clubhouse or something where I don’t have to see you or walk in on you since you don’t know how to lock a damn door.”It’s a long story, don’t ask.
“Church tonight at eight,” Dad says, taking Mom’s hand and pulling her down the hall. Apparently he’s thinking about following my suggestion.
“Why do they do that?” King gripes. “I don’t want to know that shit about my parents.”
“At least we don’t have to worry about her getting pregnant,” I remark.
Both of them turn and look at me in horror. I snicker and walk out to the shop. Sometimes, it’s fun to mess with them and put that shit in their head.
“Don’t think we’re done talking about Izzy!” Stone hollers at me.
Oh yes we are. As hot as she is, she’s in the past and I need to remember that. I just wish my cock would get the memo because I’ve been jacking off to far too many images of her in my head to be comfortable. In most of them, I’m showing her I’m good on my word in the sexiest way possible.
