“I can’t say that that bothers me,” I admitted, bending down to pull my pants back up and over my bare flesh.
He watched me as he threaded the belt back through the loops of his jeans, then reached for the gun that’d been next to my face the entire time we’d been doing the dirty.
He placed it back at the small of his back, then tightened the belt down.
“You’re gonna have to not hug men until I can get my ring on your finger,” he ordered.
My mouth dropped opened.
“And when will that be?” I asked a tad hysterically.
I wasn’t even getting into the fact that one of the men I hugged was his son.
His married son. And the other man had just returned from deployment.
He winked. “When I want it to be.”
With that, he left out the door, only looking back at me to offer me a grin.
Shit head.
Wondering if he expected me to follow, I did so, albeit a lot more slowly than he’d left.
When I made it into the main room he was talking to Sterling and Sebastian.
His eyes followed my movement through the crowd, and I glared at him, causing a smile to quirk up the corner of his lips.
“What’s that look for?” Ruthie asked as took a seat in the seat next to her.
“Silas annoys me,” I told her.
The other women at the table froze.
“What?” I asked them.
“Nothing,” Viddy said. “It’s just that Silas’ is so nice to everyone, even if he is a little scary. I can’t see how he’d annoy you.”
I rolled my eyes.
The women of The Dixie Wardens MC thought Silas walked on water.
He didn’t.
Chapter 21
He’s got the pole, I’ve got the bobbers!
-T-shirt
Sawyer
“Yo,” a man yelled over the loud speaker. “Time to fight!”
I pursed my lips and turned to find everyone crowding around the ring where Silas and the man named Stone were warming up.
Silas handed his beer over the ropes to a woman standing there, and I suddenly had the irrational urge to go yank it out of her hands.
She didn’t deserve to hold his beer!
“Whoa, tiger. What’s got you so riled up?” Viddy asked.
“That woman standing next to the ring, the one who just took Silas’ beer. Who is she?” I asked.
Viddy’s eyes turned in that direction, but it was Adeline who answered me.
“That’s Tattie. She’s a…’hanger on,’ I guess you’d say,” Adeline answered.
“Hmm,” I said. “Has she slept with Silas?”
The table quieted. “Umm, we don’t know. Silas is very discreet about his relationships. I couldn’t tell you if he has or hasn’t.”
“Hmmm,” I said, getting out of my seat and walking towards the ring without another word to them.
I wasn’t used to being irrational.
The only man I’d ever dated I really didn’t care about all that much.
Hell, Isaac had slept with, and impregnated, another woman while we were supposed to be together, and I hadn’t reacted with so much as a ‘fuck you.’
But Silas handing his beer over to some chick dressed in a strapless dress and hooker shoes made me practically homicidal.
Pushing through the crowd now, I came to a stop when I reached the very edge of the ring, and reached up until I caught a hold of the rope.
Tattie eyed me with a malevolent look, and I couldn’t help the smirk I shot her when Silas saw me and immediately held up his hand to the man he was standing in front of, Stone.
“Yeah?” He asked, walking over to me.
I ran my hand down his shirt.
“You’re not going to take your shirt off like Stone did?” I teased.
He looked down at his shirt, then over at Stone, before turning back to me.
“I don’t want to distract him with my finely honed physique.”
I laughed.
It was one that bubbled up from the bottom of my belly and made my abs hurt.
God, I loved this man and his sense of humor.
“The Dixie Girls are calling you straight laced. They think you don’t know how to let go and loosen up,” I said, circling my finger around the collar of his shirt.
He winked, then, making my mouth go completely dry, he stepped back and ripped his shirt from his shoulders.
One good yank at the back of his collar had the entire thing folding over his arms and pooling at the base of his hands.
I sighed when I got a good look at his chest.
So muscular and mouthwatering.
“Here, hold this for me,” he ordered me. “And step down so you don’t get hurt.”
I reached out for the shirt and brought it into my chest, leaning far over the ropes to offer him my lips.
“Good luck,” I said right before he kissed me.
I moaned in his mouth when it got a little heavy, and he pulled away, leaving us both gasping.
“Thanks,” he muttered, turning back around to face Stone.
Grimacing, I stepped down and stood next to Tattie, ignoring the scowl she was throwing my direction.
Plus, my eyes were glued to the man in front of me in his sexy jeans that looked to be about a year past the time he should’ve thrown them away.
He had a gun holstered at his back, and I wondered why he hadn’t taken it off.