Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“Has he asked you to cook yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Doesn’t mean it isn’t coming,” Jewel said.
“Has Dawg ever had a house mouse before?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Do you think I’m his house mouse?” Emma asked in a panic.
Jewel laughed. “It’s not a bad thing. It’s certainly not like being a sweet butt or even one of his strippers.”
Emma rolled her lips under. She figured she better not tell Jewel that was how she met Dawg, by begging to become one of his strippers. “What’s a sweet butt? That’s a weird term.”
“A sweet butt puts out to any of the brothers. Sometimes we call them patch whores. They do that in exchange for being allowed to hang around the club and party, shit like that.”
The woman was just a wealth of information. “Why would a woman want to be used like that?”
Jewel shrugged. “I don’t know. In hopes to become an ol’ lady, maybe? To drink for free? To get access to dick?”
“Wait. The men share these women?”
“Yeah. Gross, right? And Dawg’s girls, too. The prospects can’t touch the sweet butts, but Dawg’s girls are free rein.”
Emma’s eyes slid back to where Dawg was standing. She did a double-take when she realized that both men were staring in their direction with serious looks on their faces. “Do most of the bikers take advantage of using these sweet butts and the strippers?”
Jewel followed her gaze. “If you’re asking me if Dawg does sweet butts and strippers, you’d have to ask him.”
“He told me he doesn’t do his girls.”
“Yeah, that’s one of his rules now after...”
“After what?”
“Shit got sticky with one of them. Hard to scrape off a woman when you employ her.”
“Sounds messy,” Emma said, now wanting to ask a million more questions. Questions Jewel probably wouldn’t answer for her.
“Yeah, so why’s Dawg talking to D? And why’d you move into his place this morning? And why’d he bring you here tonight?”
“Woman,” came a loud bark nearby before Emma could answer.
She twisted her neck to see the massive man named Diesel standing at the end of the table, Dawg by his side. Both wore very deep frowns.
“What?” Jewel answered.
“Quit the yappin’. Got work to do. Let’s go.”
“Now?” Jewel asked.
Diesel grunted, “Yeah.”
“I can catch a ride home.”
The big man cocked an eyebrow in his woman’s direction. “Know better than that.”
“I’m fine. It’s safe here.”
“Long as my kid’s in your belly, ain’t riskin’ it. No lip. Let’s go.”
Jewel sighed and rolled her eyes. “I can’t wait until the Warriors are all...” She shot a quick glance at Emma. “Gone and I can live a normal fucking life.” She pushed to her feet. “Welcome to the sisterhood, Emma.” Then she gave Emma a wink and patted Dawg on the arm. “She’s sweet.”
“Right,” Dawg grumbled.
Emma waited until Diesel and Jewel left, then she turned to Dawg. “Who are the Warriors?”
“’Nother MC.”
“Why can’t she live a normal life with them around?”
“None of us can. ‘Nough questions.”
She agreed. She had asked enough questions for the evening. Though, there was at least one burning question she needed an answer to.
“Gonna grab a beer. Want somethin’?”
“Yes, please.” She needed a drink and to process everything she’d learned so far tonight. Which was a lot, and the night wasn’t even over yet.
Chapter Seven
Dawg propped his head on his pillow and shoved a hand under the sheet to grab his nuts. He listened to Emma rustling around in her room, digging through her shit. For what, he didn’t know or care. He just knew his sac needed to be drained, and she was a viable candidate. First off, she was just feet away in the next room. Second, she was smoking hot. And lastly, he didn’t want to stick his dick in anyone else right now but her.
And if he did, he knew he’d have a tough time not thinking about Emma while he did so.
Before he had wandered into his room to shuck off his clothes and climb into his large, empty bed, he’d reminded her once more that his door would be open.
But she had seemed distracted and maybe even a little overwhelmed after being at the party at church. That was to be expected since she didn’t know shit about the MC world and tonight had been somewhat of a rude awakening.
She had handled it well. Just like being on the back of his bike. Just like becoming the Heaven’s Angel’s hostess.
She seemed to adapt easily to new situations. Was flexible.
Fuck yeah. He liked that about her.
But that was clearly not the only thing he liked. Fuck no. He closed his eyes, his fingers finding the root of his dick, which had been at a half chub since he slipped under the sheets in anticipation of her possibly joining him.
He heard the hallway bathroom door click closed. Then the water run. Hopefully, she was washing the rest of the makeup she had worn downstairs earlier off her face. It hadn’t been put on heavily, but he liked her better without any makeup at all and she hadn’t removed it before they went to church.