Page 63 of Riot

“Patience,” he tells me. “That and she digs my tattooed?—”

“We get the idea,” Cash grumbles. “For fuck’s sake.”

I’m one of the few who know that Bronco was the one who tattooed Nevada’s dick. How the fuck he agreed to that I’ll never know, and frankly I don’t want to. It’s always nice to have intel like that up your sleeve in case you need a favor down the track. Not that Nevada wouldn’t agree, but after the shit he’s pulled over the years, I’m just biding my time until I can return the favor.

“Hey, speakin’ of things that glow in the dark, how was the fleshlight dick sucker?” Nevada clearly wants to keep the topic on dicks.

A few chuckles go around the room, and that reminds me that I want to go get the damn thing and take it back to show Halo. It seemed to get her going when I was explaining about what I did to myself, picturing her. Now I want her to see it.

I have a vision of me using my fleshlight and her getting off with a vibrator as I suck her titties until she’s wailing.

Of course, I’m not gonna admit to these assholes how much that stupid toy is gonna come in handy. “Yeah, real thoughtful, asshole,” I mutter. “Like I don’t get enough snatch as it is.”

Okay, Nevada may have stepped down from being the resident fuck boy, but there ain’t no way I’m taking his place. I’ll save that job for Pipes since he’s recently patched in and working the sweet butt circuit.

“Star said you picked up a stray dog last night, spent the night at Faux paws.” Of course, he has an ol’ lady with loose lips. They’re best friends so obviously Halo is gonna tell her shit.I wonder if she said anything about me?

“Got that right. Some dickface left this dog in the dumpster with a broken leg, should’ve seen the poor thing.”

“Assholes,” Priest agrees. “Who would leave a dog in a dumpster?”

I shake my head, remembering the sight. “Not sure, but I’m gonna get the boys to check the footage outside Halo’s buildin’ to see if we can find anythin’. He’s the sweetest dog, too, wouldn’t harm a fly.”

“Takin’ it the mutt’s gonna be okay?” Ryder asks.

“Yeah, he’s doin’ good. We picked him up this mornin’.”

“We?” Cash raises a brow.

I palm the back of my neck. “Well, yeah, he needed a place to crash so his leg can heal, so me and Halo are gonna share custody until he’s better.”

A few chuckles ring around the table, which I don’t appreciate.

“How long’ve you known this girl?” Bronco taps his chin.

I can’t help but puff my chest a little. “Long enough for her to wanna be my ol’ lady.”

“What? When the fuck did this happen?” Nevada looks incredulous.

“Last night.” I shrug like it’s nothing. “We bonded.”

More laughs ensue, but I don’t care. I’ve always kinda worn my heart on my sleeve, so the boys are used to this with me.

“Bonded?” Nevada guffaws.

“Yeah, you heard me. It’s a thing.” I double down.

“The man’s got a point,” Priest chimes in. “It’s not like you can pick and choose who you fall for, it just happens sometimes. You have no control over it.”

It didn’t take long for Priest to knock up his ol’ lady, and now they’re expecting, he’s trying to play matchmaker all the way to heaven.

“Exactly. I mean, take Prez here, it’s not like you knew you’d be makin’ your best friend's daughter your ol’ lady that first night she stepped into the clubhouse, right?” Nevada is seriously looking for a bitch slap pretty soon.

“Watch your mouth, pretty boy, I’ll still kick your ass all the way outta those doors,” Cash warns.

It’s not like Nevada would care. We’ve all taken turns punching him in the face. I think Tag’s was the worst beating he took, but it clearly didn’t knock any sense into him.

“We here to discuss business?” I check my watch. “Gotta get back to Halo and Cookie.”

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