“With pleasure. Great food, Peaches. Look forward to seeing you around,” Beast grumbles. I don’t think he can talk any other way. He grabs Shaft and Keys by their collars at the back of their neck and pretty much pulls them out of the room. They’re too busy whining over having to clean bathrooms to do much else. Beast is so big that he handles the large men rather easily.
Torch comes over and picks up my hand and kisses the back of it, despite Sabre pushing him away. “Until next time, love,” he says with another wink.
“Keep your motherfucking hands away from her,” Sabre warns him, but it doesn’t seem to bother Torch at all.
And just like that—we’re alone.
“Sabre, I think maybe you should go, too.”
“Did you mind me?” he asks and I blanch at the words. Does he think I’m a mindless child who will do everything he commands?
“I have no idea what you…”
“Are you wearing panties, Peaches?”
“I…uh…well, no.”
“Good girl. Now let’s finish eating, I’m starved.”
“It’s kind of cold now,” I answer him, wondering exactly what twilight zone I’ve slipped into.
“So we’ll zap it in the microwave. C’mon Peaches, feed your man,” he says walking into the kitchen.
My man? Maybe I have fallen off the deep end. I follow him into the kitchen and help nuke his food. I get a little bit for myself and sit beside him. We don’t really talk, but it doesn’t feel awkward. Something is bothering me, though, so instead of pushing my mashed potatoes around in the plate, I decide to ask him.
“Shaft made it sound, like well…”
“Spit it out, Peaches.”
“He made it sound like you guys, shared…like well…he mentioned a red-head and it sounded like…well…”
“We share women from time to time.”
“Share? Like once you date one, sometimes they go out with Torch, too?”
“You need to get that motherfucker, Torch, out of your head right now,” he growls and his voice is full of anger.
“I wasn’t, I mean I wasn’t thinking that I would, you know…”
“Damn, Peaches, can you say any actual words?”
“I think you should go now. I can say those words,” I retort carrying our plates into the kitchen. Sabre gives a loud sigh in the background.
“The brothers and I don’t date, Peaches. He’s talking about a club girl. They hang around the club, live the life. They help us release steam, take care of our needs, and we do the same for them.”
“I thought you ran a garage…”
“You thought wrong,” he says mysteriously.
“What is it you do?” I ask, clenching my hands into a fist.
“I’m a member of the Devil’s Blaze Motorcycle Club.”
“But what do you do?” I ask, looking at him in shock. I’m such a fool. I let this man touch me and I know nothing about him. Maybe my parents are right, I’m not ready for the real world.
“That is what I do,” he answers and I don’t question him further. Something in his stance tells me that asking would only annoy him.
“I’m not the kind of girl who dates bikers,” I say before I can stop the words.
“The way I look at it Peaches, you don’t know what kind of girl you are yet. I’m going to help you figure that out.”
Maybe he does have me pegged.
“I don’t want to be shared with other men, Sabre. If that’s what you want, then you should leave.”
“We’ll never do anything you don’t want to do, Peaches.”
I’m pretty sure Sabre is the king of cryptic answers.
“You’re not staying the night. We need to slow this down.”
“We’ll see,” he says taking a bite of his food.
Crap.
Chapter 9
Sabre
A man can only take so much. She wanted to go slow. I gave her a week, but a saint couldn’t take this shit.
Annie asked me to slow things down. She had a look of panic in her eyes, so I backed off. Well, I haven’t fucked her yet. That’s as much backing as I’m capable of doing. She’s still in my arms every night, and I’m still at her house having dinner and spending time with her. It’s almost like a white picket fence type of life, except I’m not fucking cut out for that. I’m living a fucking lie with her and that’s burning a hole in my craw. I’m going to have to bring her into my world, there’s no other way about it because I’m sure as hell not letting her go.
“Hey, Peaches,” I say, walking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her and my mouth whispering against her neck. We’re standing outside of the library. She just got off work and she’s wearing this pale pink skirt with a matching silk blouse under a pink sweater and some more fuck-me heels. Yeah, I’m going to make her leave those shoes on tonight. It’s time to dirty up my girl even more.
“Sabre,” she whispers back and I might not be able to see it, but I hear the joy in her voice and feel the way her body instantly relaxes back into me. Her plush ass rubs against my groin and my cock protests. Poor guy is going to be permanently blue if he doesn’t get relief soon. That’s another reason I’m done with waiting. I’m dying to be inside her. Fucking hell, I’ve jacked off so many times this week my hands are getting calluses.
“I’ve missed you today, my sweet Annie.”
“I missed you, too,” she exhales because my hand reaches between us and kneads that gorgeous ass of hers.