Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“Stay out of my way,” I finally settled. “And don’t make any noise. I need to hear anything going on.”
The other woman shrugged. “You won’t hear anything. They keep club business to themselves. You’d know that if you’d been with Styx long.”
I had no desire to converse with the woman. I just wanted solitude. I needed to think about something other than Styx and this woman in an intimate position, because that was all that was spinning in my head.
She stretched out on the couch, moving her body sensually over the leather. “I think my favorite time with Styx was when we broke in this couch,” she said with a merry tinkle in her laughter. “Never had a man fill me so full of cum as he did those three days.”
“Three days?” I hadn’t meant to rise to her bait, but I couldn’t seem to stop my stupid mouth. And hadn’t Styx told me he hadn’t ever come inside a woman?
“Oh, yeah. We’d have gone longer, too, except he had to leave to help Red.” She shrugged. “Guess it was when they went to steal that really expensive car in West Virginia. Just a couple weeks ago. That where he found you?”
I nodded slowly. “Yeah. Car was my pap’s.”
“Pap? What’s a pap?” She wrinkled her delicate nose even as she stretched more, showing off her flat belly and the little navel jewelry hanging from her piercing. Her tits were barely contained in the halter she wore, and her hips and ass were hugged in leather boy shorts. The knee-high boots she wore had insanely high heels. I cringed as she propped them on the arm of the couch. That couldn’t be good for the leather.
“My dad.”
She snickered. “Oh. So, hillbilly for dad.” She gave me a wink and a smile. “Gotcha.”
I turned back to the window to hide my wince. I guess my dialect wasn’t up to standards around here. There was no way I could stay here. Not like this. Not with one of Styx’s former lovers in the same room with me. He hadn’t said he didn’t know her when we were at Bones, only that he hadn’t wanted her attentions. I wanted to kick her out but wasn’t sure I could. I mean, if she sought out Styx to complain, then I’d have driven her right into his arms. Then I sighed. I’d lived my whole life with people making me miserable. I could manage for a few hours more. Surely. I’d just grown used to being so comfortable with Styx, it shoved home how much my life had changed in the last few weeks, and I didn’t want to go back.
“I saw the pics you took in the truck,” she said, ignoring my order that she be quiet. “I can’t wait to do Styx one better when he takes that truck back to Kentucky.”
That got my full attention back on the bimbo on the couch. “What?”
“Oh, yeah. Didn’t he tell you? I’m going back with him to return Cain’s truck. I’ll get a full video of us instead of just one stupid picture. You missed your chance, honey. Men around here love to do one better. Ain’t often you’ll get a chance to fuck in a vehicle like that, and you blew your chance to record it.”
“What do you want, Queenie?” I bit out. “He’s with me. Not you.”
She shrugged. “For now. He’ll get tired of the little hillbilly act you got going on soon enough. When he does, I’ll be waiting for him.”
“No one said he’d get tired of me. Styx is with me. Me! He’s mine.”
“Don’t see no property patch on your back.”
Hadn’t Styx mentioned something about that? “He said he had it ordered.”
“Don’t mean nothing until he gives it to you. I know lots of guys in the club who told a woman they were gonna make them their ol’ lady but never gave them a patch. That’s the only way it’s official.”
“He told me it was a done thing. Patch or not, the club knew he’d claimed me.”
Queenie laughed and gave me a pitying look. “Oh, honey. I can’t believe you fell for that. I take it he’s still not given you a vest?” When I said nothing, she continued. “Yeah. He’ll be done with you soon. Probably sooner than he thought. He’s just trying to keep you on a while longer. Probably once he can’t shock you anymore he’ll throw you over. Once he does, I’ll be waiting for him.”
“You’re lyin’,” I said, trying to hold back the tears. I tried to put as much confidence as I could into my denial, but how sure was I? This woman had been in the club for years. My experience was exactly two weeks and three days. And most of that I’d been healing. Not actually interacting with the rest of the club. Well, other than a few of the ol’ ladies. But no one had indicated I wasn’t exactly what Styx said I was.