Diesel shot her one of those impertinent grins he should consider patenting.
“Seems I earned an interesting night,” he shared. “My service has started, and so Molly doesn’t feel left out while Mad goes at me, Mad ordered it, and we ate her out and fucked her before we left. She came six times.”
“Seven,” Molly mumbled.
“Sorry, baby,” D murmured and shot another grin at Sixx. “Seven.”
Maddox reached out with his free arm, lifted the chair he’d had that arm draped around, angled it toward their tribe, and then slammed it down before moving his reach to the table and pushing a martini glass toward her.
The warlord gear might be gone, but the warlord vibe clearly remained, at least in communication style. Sixx read that particularly as Sit as well as Drink.
She sat.
“Got any news?” Maddox rumbled.
“Yes,” she told him and pulled her phone out of her cleavage.
For her part, she was Mistress Sixx again, wearing a strapless, black leather bustier that was just a band of material that swelled up higher above her breasts, but dipped slightly lower at her back. She wore this with a matching pencil skirt with a high slit up the front, her platinum choker, her diamond studs, and a pair of black and silver, stiletto-heeled sandals.
She didn’t carry a purse at clubs unless she could lock it up somewhere.
So that meant phone, keyfob and card wallet had to have a place against skin under leather.
And she was adept at that.
She pulled up her texts and turned the phone out to the trio with the best picture Tucker had taken, zoomed out.
The men leaned forward to study it, and since Molly was attached to them, she came with.
“Got someone helping me on the legwork with this, and he got photos of money changing hands,” she informed them. “You guys will be busy, but I have to keep an eye out for this one. If he comes, odds are, the pay in that photo is for play. I need to get a shot of him here so I can put that together for Josh and Barclay.”
The men nodded, and both immediately turned eyes to the club like they were looking for the guy.
Yes. She could maybe partner up with both of them in future.
Molly stared at the picture looking mildly skeeved out.
“Went back earlier, set up our room,” Maddox mutely boomed, which apparently was his normal talking voice, not just his getting-jacked-and-good voice, though it sounded even more attractive when he was the latter. “Had a look around. Two girls already being given the business. Not that guy,” he bobbed his head toward the phone that Sixx had lowered. “And the three asshole DMs are on.”
“So Barclay isn’t here tonight,” she surmised.
“My guess, no,” Maddox replied. “And shit will undoubtedly go extreme. Molly says she’ll keep an eye with you while we’re back there.”
She shook her head. “Especially with those three DMs on, this has to look natural. You guys doing your thing with me an invited observer. I can’t risk Beardsley being tipped Josh has moved forward with doing something about his shit. Don’t worry. I’m good at observing without appearing to do it.”
Maddox jerked up his chin.
D muttered, “Gotcha.”
“So business as usual,” she told them.
Maddox stared at her like he wanted to burn holes through her with his eyes.
D grinned his grin.
A couple of somebodies wanted to get the party started.
“Just so you know, if I have to move, I will move,” she asserted, “to get a shot. If this guy is a john, I need a picture of him. But also if shit is going down that’s out of line. Even if the DMs don’t stop it, it’s a Dom’s responsibility to step in when play is out of hand. No one will question it. But like any club, if it’s serious extreme without true consent or it’s breaking rules, it will be investigated.”
The trio nodded as one, well, in a way. Maddox just jerked up his chin again.
“One thing,” Maddox pushed out like a grunt.
“Yes?” Sixx asked.
“I’m on for you tonight. I’m workin’ my boy, but we’re all in this with you, Sixx. So Diesel knows how it might go down. Something happens, you need meat at your back, you tap in and I’m there.” His full lips spread in a slow, striking, nasty-awesome smile that prom ised interesting things for D’s future. “If I need to take care of business with you, D can wait.”
“Word,” D murmured, his blue eyes dancing even in the dark.
“Thanks, boys. A six-pack as payback for when this is over seems lame so we’ll negotiate something appropriate when this crap is done,” Sixx replied.
“Babe, trust us, no payback necessary,” Maddox declared. “You hadn’t approached our woman, we were talking about doin’ something anyway.”
“And straight up,” D added. “Last night, even on the job, you made lovin’ more fun, and I’m guessing we’ll get that tonight too, even if you have to go off and deal with a fuckwad.”
She lifted her drink to them in a salute while it cemented in her mind she liked these guys.
All of them.
She took a sip.
“Can I ask a favor, though?” Maddox requested.
“Shoot,” Sixx invited.
Maddox didn’t hesitate, indicating the glass in her hand with another nod of his head.
“Suck that back and quick, Mistress Sixx. I got ass to fuck.”
twenty-four
Inspired
SIXX
“Stations six and seven, right beside each other,” Molly whispered to her as they moved through the sliding glass door to the room the trio had booked for the evening.
They’d made a good request for space. Sixx surveyed the area and the two mostly serviceable but comfortable-looking armchairs that had been set side-to-side at a slight angle to the room. With Sixx sitting in the outside one, she’d have direct visual on all of station six and most of station seven.
She nodded to Molly, murmuring, “Thanks, babe,” as Maddox ordered, “Boots off. Shirt open and on. Edge of the vault. Jeans to thighs.”
Molly gave her a bright-eyed, excited smile and moved to the small seating area.
Sixx carried the remains in her martini glass there and settled in.
From there, she watched D saunter casually to the narrow end of a padded vault, undoing the buttons on his shirt as he moved, not exactly appearing like he was chomping at the bit, not wasting any time either.
“How often do you guys play?” Sixx asked Molly as she watched Diesel.
“At the Bolt, if life schedules work, twice a week. And if it happens, it has to be twice a week, one after the other,” she answered, and Sixx looked to her. “One night for D to go at Mad. One night for Mad to have D.” Molly grinned at her. “We have fun at home, but Bolt nights usually go all night, so we don’t do it very often or we wouldn’t get a lot of sleep.”
Sixx grinned back and turned her attention again to D.
He’d made it to the vault, had his shirt undone and was bent to pull off his boots and socks. When he did, he tossed them away. He then worked the jeans, pulling them down over the molded rounds of a superior ass, widening his stance so they caught on his bulky thighs. Positioned, he rested his hands on the vault.
He was at an angle to her, but she mostly had his back, and his cock apparently was hard, so lifted. In other words she couldn’t see it. But his heavy sac was full and high. He was hung that way beautifully.
Though what he was not was trussed. At least not at his balls.
But it appeared he’d come prepared.
As in, pre-lubed. Liberally.
Probably a good call.
Maddox was bent over a new bag of tricks, this one a large, black duffel on the floor beside Molly’s chair.
Sixx looked back to D to see his head turned to look over his shoulder at Maddox. He must have felt her attention because he looked to her and winked.
Okay, maybe in a totally-platonic-if-you-didn’t-count-watching-him-participate-in-kinky-sex kind of way, she was thinking she loved this guy.