get the damn story finished if he has a rage blackout.”
“How do you always seem to know what to do around him?” One of the McHotty twins asks. I can’t tell which one from here, I’m going to start making them wear giant name badges or get one of them to dye their hair.
“I used to have a pet bear.” I sigh, waiting for the inevitable twenty questions.
Trick, who had been drinking at the time, spits his beer all over the table.
“I’m sorry, what?” Widow asks.
“A bear. My dad used to take my brothers and me hunting and fishing every summer up in the mountains. We always stayed at the same cabin year in, year out. There was a bear sanctuary of some kind nearby, and this one bear, Tarantino, always somehow managed to escape and wander over to our property. Anyway, after a while, we bonded, but he was still a bear, and bears get cranky. Bates reminds me of a bear.”
“I’m not sure how your brothers or father survived raising you,” Saint admits with a laugh.
“I can’t argue with that. You should have seen my father’s face the day he came out and saw me sitting next to Tarantino, feeding him half my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Anywho…” Turning to make sure Bates is still out cold, which he is, I carry on talking, changing the subject back to the one at hand.
“Let’s get this over with before Bates wakes up. The guy wanted a blowjob, so I got to my knees, undid his jeans, and pulled them to his ankles so he couldn’t run away. His gun was in the waistband of his jeans. He had to move it when I pulled them down, so the genius placed it on the sink. As soon as it was in my reach, I punched him in the dick as hard as I could and then grabbed the gun.”
“I’m guessing he went for you again, and you shot him?” Cassius asks, trying to fill in the blanks.
“Oh, no, he was blabbering about how sorry he was while he rolled around the floor. I shot him because he’s an asshole who wanted to rape and kill me. I was going to shoot his little pecker off, but I didn’t want him to bleed out before you guys got to him.”
Priest stares at me as a groan breaks through the stunned silence of the room.
I grimace as Bates stirs, and everyone takes that as their cue to leave.
“What the fuck?” Bates curses, coming around and seeing me perched on his lap still. He looks around the room and sees there’s only Priest and Saint left.
“What happened?”
“You fainted, princess. You must have low blood sugar or something. Come on, let’s go get you a snack,” I answer easily, hopping off his lap, but I don’t get far as he wraps his hand around my wrist.
“Reign?” he growls.
“Yes, Bates?” I reply innocently as he looks to Saint and Priest, who are trying hard not to laugh.
“Did she knock me out?” Bates asks incredulously, which kind of makes me want to do it again.
“I told you, you fainted,” I huff as he turns and glares at me. “Fine, I might have given you a teeny tiny love tap, but you were about to lose your mind.”
“You can’t just go around knocking me out,” he roars.
“Well, it was that or drop to my knees and blow you, but it’s so hard to talk with a dick in your mouth.”
That shuts him up.
He looks at me for a moment before yanking me toward him. Before I can catch my balance, his large hands are on my shoulders, pushing down on me, leaving me no choice but to kneel between his open thighs.
“How about you make it up to me?” he coaxes, his voice deep and filled with hunger instead of malice.
“Damn bikers, always so needy,” I grumble, but I happily do as he asks, and unzip him with a smirk.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Saint
Life goes on in that inevitable way that it does. Things settled down at Carnage after the incident with the prospect and Reign returned to work, with Bates shadowing her the first week. The shadowing came to an abrupt halt in a scene that started with a purple wrench launched at Bates’s head and ending with Reign bent over the hood of a 1967 Chevy Impala.
Not that we need an excuse to fuck Reign, but now that Bates and Priest have been tested and given the