Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
And as much as Penny just gave her the all clear, I don’t think she means it. And from the look of Scarlett’s face, I think she has guessed as much, also.
“Oh, oh, Saskia, hot dude is coming over!”
I turn and flash my sexiest smile at the man coming over.
Game on.
Baby.
~14~
MASON
“Your girl is flirtin’ up a storm over there, brother.” Malakai grins, curling a hand around his beer and nodding in the direction of Saskia.
“Couldn’t give a fuck what she’s doin’,” I mutter.
“Bullshit,” Maverick chuckles. “You haven’t taken your eyes off her for a single fuckin’ second. Go and claim what’s yours.”
“She caught Petra in my fuckin’ house wearin’ next to nothin’ today. She don’t want a bar of me, thinks I’m usin’ her.”
“Are you?” Koda asks, staring at the girls for a second before looking back at me.
“Fuck no, she’s a good woman, fuckin’ her is incredible. She ain’t over her ex, didn’t think we even had anythin’ to worry about.”
“Clearly the girl is jealous by the way she walked in here with that fuckin’ tight ass dress,” Boston murmurs, staring at Penelope who just walked in.
He’s right, though. Fuck me, Saskia looked fucking gorgeous walking through that door, all done up, dress clinging to her body. I could take her out right now and fuck her against the back of the building. My dick twitches just thinking of it. She’s playing games with me, can’t say I blame her. Petra came into my house uninvited, but Saskia doesn’t know that. And fuck only knows what Petra told her.
Still, she’s making me fucking wild smiling at that man like that.
Fuck.
“Speakin’ of walkin’ in, what’s the deal with you and Penelope?” Malakai asks Boston.
“No fuckin’ deal. She cares for my sister.”
“You into her?”
“We’re not in fuckin’ school, Prez. We’re in a fuckin’ biker club.”
“Okay, rephrase. You been fuckin’ her?”
Boston gives him a look. “She look like the kind of girl you just fuck?”
“No, she does not,” Koda adds. “Looks sweet as fuckin’ hell. Good for you, considerin’ you’re a fuckin’ dick.”
Boston glares at him.
“How about Chantelle, then?” I throw in. “She’s been starin’ at you all night.”
“Fuckin’ lovely,” Boston says, staring over at her. “Might hit her up later.”
“I would be if I was a single man,” Malakai adds. “But lucky for me, I’ve got the sweetest one around, got no interest in the others.”
Maverick rolls his eyes. “Whipped, brother.”
“And you ain’t?”
I snort, and my eyes go back to Saskia, who has now invited the fuckwit to sit down and is leaning toward him, tits poking out of that dress, smiling that smile and laughing that laugh and fuck me, I don’t like it. I don’t fucking like it at all. I know what she’s doing, and it’s working. My blood is fucking boiling.
“Look like you’re about to pop a top, Mason,” Boston snorts. “Get over there and play just as hard.”
I grunt.
“And you say I’m whipped.” Malaki chuckles. “Our boy here is getting led around by his dick right now.”
“Get fucked,” I mutter.
They all laugh.
Fuckers.
But they’re right.
Very soon, I’ll go over there.
And show her I’m not one to be messed with.
~*~*~*~
SASKIA
“Red alert, red alert!” Scarlett mouths when I glance in her direction about half an hour later.
The guy, AJ, who joined us at our table, is actually decent. He’s friendly, and hot, and super nice. I’m actually quite enjoying his company. So much so, I forgot I was trying to make Mason jealous until a few minutes ago, when I was reminded of the purpose. So, I turned up the heat, putting a hand on AJ’s leg, leaning in when I talked, laughing extra loud, you know the drill.
I turn at Scarlett’s words and see Mason stalking over to the table. My heart kicks up a gear and I watch as he approaches, mouth dry, not really sure what to do. I hope poor AJ doesn’t get in trouble for this, because he’s honestly not doing anything wrong, poor guy. Mason stops at the table, lip curled, muscles bulging from that sexy black shirt he’s wearing, eyes icy on AJ.
“Get up.”
AJ looks up at him, and his eyes widen. “Sorry, bro, am I doing something wrong here?”
“Yeah, the woman you’re touchin’, ain’t yours to touch.”
AJ looks to me, then back to Mason, then back to me. “You’re with him?”
I snort. “No, I am not.”
“She is,” Mason points out.
“Not,” I add.
“Fuckin’ is. Now stand up and get the fuck away from her before I make you.”
AJ moves quickly. I can’t say I blame him, I wouldn’t take on Mason, either. God knows he’d probably knock him down in a split second. “Sorry, man,” AJ says and then disappears.
“That was rude,” I snap.
Mason doesn’t hesitate. “Stand up.”
“Um, no.”
“Fuckin’ now, Saskia.”
“I beg your pardon but I’m not here to—”
He leans down, grabs hold of me, launches me out of the chair and, before I know it, I’m over his shoulder and he’s striding, literally striding, out of the bar with me. People are clapping and hooting, but it’s Chantelle’s voice I hear the loudest. “Ha, I knew it!”