Hudson’s head jerked up, and she found herself looking at one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen. “What?” she stammered.
“Just wondering who you are,” the brunette drawled. “I’ve never seen Con show up here with a woman before.”
Hudson shot a quick glance at Pike, who stood at the end of the bar watching her like a hawk. But he didn’t seem concerned to see her chatting with the curvy brunette.
The woman studied Hudson with mesmerizing brown-black eyes that tilted upward slightly enough to give her an exotic look. Long chestnut-colored hair cascaded over one shoulder and hung over the black corset she wore.
“Are you with him?” the woman asked curiously.
Hudson gritted her teeth. “He left with someone else. Does it look like I’m with him?”
That got her a delighted laugh. “Oh, look at that. Kitty cat still has her claws.” A seductive hand caressed Hudson’s bare shoulder, making her flinch. “I’m Tamara.”
“Hudson,” she answered reluctantly.
Tamara leaned against the bar. “How do you know Con and the boys?”
“How do you know them?”
“I asked you first, kitty cat.”
She had to smile. “I ran into them a couple days ago,” she admitted.
Tamara’s gaze sharpened. “Are you staying with them?”
She knew better than to confide in a stranger, especially about the whereabouts of the men’s camp, so she shrugged and said, “Nah. They’ve been on the move since I met them. If they have a home base, I don’t know about it.”
The other woman relaxed. “Yeah,” she said ruefully. “I’ve been trying to pry the location outta them for more than a year, but the boys are very hush-hush about where they make camp.”
Hudson nodded and sipped her drink. As silence fell between them, her mind wandered back to Connor and the redhead. And the wicked things Connor was probably doing to the redhead.
On second thought, maybe she was pissed off. Because… well, the nerve of that bastard. How could he sit there and watch her tremble in orgasm and then abandon her so he could get off with some other woman?
As if reading her mind, Tamara laughed softly. “Ah, don’t let it get to you, honey. Connor is a hard man to land.” She lit a cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke past Hudson’s face, then held out the cigarette pack in offering.
Hudson wasn’t much of a smoker, but at the moment she was so on edge, she welcomed the nicotine buzz. She brought the cigarette to her lips and leaned in so Tamara could light it for her.
“Honestly, you’d be amazed at the sheer volume of women that throw themselves at him,” Tamara said as she pocketed the silver lighter. “I ran into him at a bar out east once, and the second his fine ass walked into the room, every girl in the place was begging to ride on his dick. But he’s very selective. Oh, and he never fucks the same woman twice, so don’t worry, hon. That cute little redhead will be nothing but a distant memory in a matter of hours.”
Hudson took a drag and eyed Tamara pensively. “Have you ever… you know…?”
“With Connor? Nah. He’s smarter than that.” She grinned. “Connor knows I’d eat him alive. But him —” She tipped her chin at Rylan, who was tangled up with Jamie again. “He lets me do whatever I want to him. Doesn’t care how many bite marks I leave.”
This time, Hudson’s cheeks didn’t burst into flames when she turned to watch Rylan in action. His powerful buttocks flexed as he pounded into Jamie from behind, and yet Hudson didn’t even bat an eye. It was crazy how fast she’d grown desensitized to the lusty activities happening around her. The sex had become background noise.
Tamara followed Hudson’s gaze. “Trust me, the man knows how to use that cock of his. And that piercing? Fan-fucking-tastic.” She exhaled another puff of smoke, then gave a discreet nod toward Pike. “Now, if you’re looking for someone a little more intense, you can go with Pike. Or at least, you can try to. He’s even more elusive than Con. He’s also a mean bastard sometimes, but he’s your best bet if you’re in the mood for a rough ride.” Tamara’s eyes gleamed mischievously. “Every girl needs to be manhandled once in a while.”
“What about them?” Hudson gestured to the Kade-and-Xander sandwich across the room. “What do they have to offer?”
“To me? Nothing. I fuck men, not boys.”
Tamara grinned again, and Hudson couldn’t help but grin back. Tamara’s boldness was kind of entertaining. Come to think of it, every other woman in the room was throwing off the same confident vibe. It was like they all recognized their own power. They weren’t servicing the men like the women who came to the Enforcer compound. They weren’t just giving pleasure – they were taking it. And damn if that wasn’t an exhilarating notion.