Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,73
all of us aren’t lucky enough to find an ol’ lady. My day will come. Until then, coffee in the morning and whores at night. That’s all I’ll ever need.”
“Spoken like a true romantic in search for his everlasting love,” I tease, shutting the fridge door with a bit more gusto than I planned.
“Fuck off.” Bullseye flips me off and pulls out a chair to the dining room table, taking a seat. This is my chance. I grab a mug from the cabinet and pour my coffee, then sit in front of him, sipping and staring, then I tap my fingers along the ceramic. I don’t know how to have this conversation with him. He lurks over the coffee cup, his tired eyes narrowing in irritation. “What the hell are you looking at, Skirt? Out with it. I don’t have all fucking day. I have to go meet Maximo in about an hour.”
“For what?”
“Don’t know. I’ll find out when I get there. Spill.” He sighs and rubs his temples. “I swear if this is going to be about eating the last piece of pie—”
I slam my mug down and stab a finger in his direction. “Ye! How… The audacity!” I place my hand to my chest, hurt from his betrayal. “I thought we were friends.”
“Skirt, you know we are.”
“Ye a backstabbing little dart, ain’t ye?” I pick up my coffee mug again and take my time drinking it. I cross my ankle over my knee and get my thoughts together. I’m a jumbled up mess now. I can’t remember what I wanted to talk about.
“There was nothing left in the fridge—”
“Blasphemy. Traitor. You … you broke the most sacred—no—you know what?” I pinch the bridge of my nose and inhale a calming breath of air. “Forget it. It isn’t important. I need to talk to ye about … uh … things.” I clear my throat, cough, and take a scalding gulp of coffee.
Bullseye crosses his arms and chuckles, leaning back on two legs of the chair. “Oh, you’re blushing. This is going to be good.”
Damn it! I hate my pale skin. Gives away all my emotions.
My stomach clenches, but then I think of how turned on she gets listening to other people. I lean forward and crook my index finger for him to meet me half way.
The chair falls forward, and the wooden legs hit the ground with a loud thud. “I’m not kissing you, Skirt.” Bullseye scoots the chair forward, and I deadpan him an incredulous glare. “What? You’re being weird.”
“I’m not going to kiss ye. Ye not my type.”
“I’m everyone’s fucking type,” he boasts about himself.
“Will ye listen? I’m nervous as fuck asking ye about this, but I trust ye. I can’t ask anyone with an ol’ lady. I have to ask someone who is single.”
He lifts a brow at me, and his curiosity only makes me more nervous.
I spin the mug in my hand, the ivory scratching against the table. “Dawn likes to hear people fuck.”
Bullseye spits his coffee out mid-sip, and it lands all over my face.
I should have planned better. Mid-sip is never a good idea to take someone by surprise.
“No shit? Kinky. You lucky bastard.” He slaps my shoulder. “So what does this have to do with me?”
“Well, I was hoping ye’d kind of be the guy we listen to? In the next room.”
“Not going to lie, knowing she wants to listen to me is giving an hard-on. Fuck yeah, I’d be honored to be her honorary audible fuck.” He wiggles his brows and leans in further. “Can we go do that now? I’ll grab Candy—”
“Can’t be Candy.” I know how much Dawn hates her.
“Eh, I wanted to switch it up anyway. Candy is getting clingy. Clingy Candy.” He slaps the table when an idea strikes him, and I jump. “That’s her new name.”
“There’s more.”
“More?” he says, the whites of his eyes wide on display.
“So, she wants to know if she likes someone watching us. Ye can’t touch her because I’ll kill ye, like fucking murder ye with yer own darts. If ye sat in a dark corner, touched yerself, whatever; she just wants to know if she likes it.” Why is this so hard to talk about?
Bullseye’s mouth is open, and I reach up, lifting his chin so he doesn’t catch any flies.
“You’re serious?” he asks, staring at me skeptically. He runs a hand over his lips, exhales, then locks eyes with me again. “You realize any single guy here would want to