Page 27 of The Devil's Revelation
“Thank God we’re past that part of our lives,” Simon quips. “I have to put up with my four semen trophies enough as it is.”
Most of us are sipping our beers, and we all choke at his words, making Dad and Simon burst out laughing. “I’m stealing that one,” Dad gaffs. “Semen trophies. Best one I’ve heard yet.”
The rest of us curl our lips in disgust. “Anyone up for some darts?” I ask.
“Hell yes,” Stone growls. Sloan nods and follows us over to the dartboards.
For the next hour, we laugh, drink, and throw darts. Sloan, the fucker, collects his winnings with a smug grin. “Asshole’s richer than God and he’s taking our money,” I complain good naturedly.
“Shouldn’t suck so much at darts then,” Sloan sneers at me.
I flip him off, but laugh. King makes his way over. “Your woman finally gave you permission to hang out with the rest of the men,” I taunt him.
King ignores me. “Figured I would come over here and help you assholes out since you’re letting this rich prick kick your asses so terribly.”
Stone flips him off. “They probably have a damn dartboard in their fancy mansion so they can practice,” he complains.
Sloan snickers. “Who knew a bunch of bikers were such poor losers. Want me to give you a handicap, ladies? Or you going to suck it up like men?”
We all laugh. I’m relaxed and feeling good. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to relax and enjoy a night out. I look around the room and see my brothers all talking and laughing, a few dancing and flirting with some of the women here. Hell, I’m even enjoying the women sitting in their booth laughing and cheering each other on.
Something catches my eye and I turn to see Izzy walking through the door. She looks around curiously, and when her eyes land on me, she gives me a small smile. Heat rushes through me, and my dick hardens as I take her in.
She’s left her blonde hair down, soft curls framing her face and over her shoulders. Her blue eyes are lightly lined, giving her a soft, natural look, and her lips are ruby red. She’s wearing a pair of dark denim jeans that hug her slim legs like a second skin, and curving over her slightly rounded hips in a way that makes my hands sweat. Her shirt is black and tucked into the waistband of her jeans, showing off her slim waist and the curve of her breasts. She’s not overly endowed, but I don’t give a damn. On her feet are a pair of black leather ankle boots with a short heel.
She looks perfect, and my night is about to get a whole lot better. Especially when she starts making her way towards me.
