wraps her arms tightly around my waist and presses the side of her helmet against my cut.
I’ve had bitches on my bike before, not often because they tend to get ideas, but nothing has ever felt as right as having Reign’s ass on my bike and her hand inches from my cock as I tear down the highway.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Reign
After all that food, I slipped into a food coma for a few hours but it was so worth it. I’m damn lucky I have a high metabolism because that diner just became my new favorite place to eat.
Thankfully, my food baby seems to have disappeared by the time I wake up, and I can zip up my jeans without feeling like dying. I slip on my boots, run some product into my hair and scrunch it a little, giving it a beachy wave before brushing my teeth and slathering on some cotton candy lip gloss.
I hear the music echoing off the stone walls as soon as I leave my room, making me realize nobody heard Bates and me this morning because the room itself must be soundproof. I wonder if they all are or if it’s just that one. I shake that thought off, really not wanting to dwell on why that room, in particular, would need soundproofing.
I make my way down the stairs and follow the music into the main room. It’s huge in here and must have been the central hub of the library in another life. The bookcases have been removed to make space for a couple of pool tables, a few scattered sofas, and some tables and chairs.
I look around and see Jazz, the petite Asian girl with the gorgeous hair, dancing seductively for someone in what probably was once the kids’ reading corner. Now it offers a stripper pole, an old school jukebox, and lap dances for the horny.
I shake my head and grin wryly. I’m not in Kansas anymore.
I move deeper into the room, taking in the vast stone walls that reach skyward to ridiculously high ceilings, and head toward the center of the room. There, set in a square formation, is what I’m guessing was the library’s reception desk. Now it’s been repurposed into a fully stocked bar, which is perfect as you can serve people from each of the four sides. I can just imagine a little old lady clutching her pearls and shushing Cassius while he does body shots off one of the club bunnies who is splayed out on one side of it. It looks like two prospects are working the bar tonight, maneuvering themselves effortlessly around Cassius like his antics are a regular occurrence, which they probably are. I make my way over to the closest prospect and order a bottle of beer, sipping at it while scanning the room for any of my men.
I spot Bates first, talking to Kermit near the pool tables on the left. As he’s busy, I decide not to approach him just yet. If Kermit is filling him in on my new employment status, I’m likely better off out of the way if he’s going to react to me working in the garage the same way Priest had.
I can’t see the other guys from my vantage point at the bar, so I decide to wander the room.
Just as I’m about to step into the thick of the crowd, a hand reaches out to snag my arm. Looking up, I see Bitch McWhoreface looking smug as fuck. I have no idea why as it was my legs Bates was between earlier.
“Looking for something?” she asks sweetly.
“Yeah, a doctor.”
She falters for a minute, clearly not expecting that answer. “Why?”
“Because if you don’t let go of my arm, I’m going to punch you in your pretty little face until it’s nothing more than a bloody pulp,” I answer just as sweetly. If she had spilled my beer I wouldn’t have been so nice.
She lets go immediately.
“How is it I’m hard already?” I hear from behind me just before hands slide onto my hips and a chin rests on my shoulder.
Bates.
“Your inner psycho has a thing for my inner bitch.”
“This psycho wants to be inner-bitch,” he whispers, both of us ignoring the drama llama calling Bates’s name.
“Calling me a bitch will only make me bark ‘fuck off’ at you before I bury your favorite gun in the backyard,” I warn him.
His lips twitch. “Duly noted.”
“Are you just going to ignore me?” Bitch McWhoreface shrieks.