Avenging Us - Gina Whitney Page 0,14

as they scattered about.

Jake and Ender hung their guitars on the stand and walked over. Woody sat behind his kit and glared at the window. He was not patient, and when he was hungry…brutal.

“Yo, you’ve never sounded better.” Ender clapped my back with his hand.

“Yeah, you too. You’re nice and tight,” I answered. It was true. Ender could be a total dick at times, but no one could deny that his fingers were masters of the strings.

“You too, Jake. Got the fingers of Getty Lee, dude,” I said, for bassists Getty Lee set the bar.

He laughed. “Yeah, don’t I wish? I appreciate that, man. I have a really good feeling about this music we’re creating. We are in the zone. A testament to where we are in our loves. Found our sweet pocket.” He and Ender shared a private laugh. We were all tight as brothers. However, those two hung out a lot more and Woody was either with me or did he own thing.

“Yeah, I was meaning to ask. What’s up with Jessie? My sous?”

This time, Ender answered, Jake taking the backseat. “Well, we’ve been meaning to ask you. What the fuck do you need with a sous chef?” He laughed it off, but I could tell he was only deflecting my question.

“I wanted Michael and she came with him…packaged deal,” I said flatly. It was true. I didn’t think we needed her, but the fucker wouldn’t let me hire him alone. I thought maybe they were a thing. “Why, what’s up?”

Woody caught wind of the conversation and his curiosity got the better of him. “Yeah, I’d fuck the box off her.”

Jake, stopped drinking his Coke mid-sip. “She’s ours. Stop being an Irish asshole and have some respect.”

Woody gaped at me before turning back to them. “Ha! Don’t tell me he’s fuming about me potentially riding his mot?”

Jake and Ender both moved forward in one fluid motion. “There’s no fucking potential there. So sniff around somewhere else.”

I stepped in the middle of our tightened circle. “This isn’t fucking high school. If you’re both doin’ her and happy…then have at it. She’s signed a letter of confidentiality. So, if this shit blows up, I’m good. I don’t want your kink fucking with my life.”

“You and your paperwork. Aren’t you full of yourself?” Ender glared, rolling his eyes. While it was true and the boys often fucked with me, my mind was at ease knowing she couldn’t speak about me and Beauty to anyone. If they wanted to chance that shit, it was on them. But fuck that.

“You have a lot more to lose than she does. Remember I said that and hopefully it doesn’t come back to bite you in the ass,” I answered. Not that I wanted to put her down—she was fucking great at her job—but I knew how bad pussy could bite you on the dick in a flat second.

Woody put two fingers in his mouth and let out a high-pitched whistle. “For fucks sake, shut up already. I’m horned up just thinkin’ of it.” You could see the smoke rising, exhausting all brain function. His lips thinned and he asked the question I knew was coming. “Wait, this isn’t a knobjockey thing is it?”

Ender’s face drained of all color and I wanted to laugh my ass off. “I hope you’re kidding right now, esse. I’m getting real fucking tired of you questioning my manhood.” He grabbed his cock. “Maybe you’re jealous, man?”

“Bloody hell. I’m not jealous. Just fekkin’ curious. Don’t want yer rubbin’ ya pipe on me and shite. This lad likes to be prepared for such things,” Woody said as he made his way to the cooler. “On everything holy…I swear to Christ. I told them I wanted Guinness?” he yelled across the studio and left, slamming the door.

Jake and I were the only ones smiling. Ender stood stock-still, hands fisted. One thing Ender held near and dear…his cock and the ability to fuck. Woody knew damn well Ender wasn’t gay, and I had it on good authority Jake and he had shared girls. So this was just Woody poking the bear.

So I stepped up and took Jake’s diplomatic approach. “Listen, Woody’s just fucking with you and I’m just concerned. It comes from a good place. I’m all for fucking and you both know that. It’s no fucking secret what and who I am or what fuckery I’m into.” I addressed them both. “However, as you both have said in the past…it’s also about the