Page 15 of Knocked Up by Her Daddy's Friends

“Veronica,” Angel replies, nodding his consent for her to sit with us.

Fuck, so we are going to do this. I’m gonna need more whiskey.

I gesture to Tammy for another bottle and down my glass, the boys all do the same. Veronica is practically giddy, amazed that she’s finally been permitted to join us after weeks of rejection. She immediately drapes herself across Angel who does his best not to recoil and remove her as usual.

Tammy brings the whiskey over and an extra glass for Veronica, looking at us in disbelief but she doesn’t question it. Tammy’s smarter than she lets on, I’m sure she’s worked out more than we’d care. Veronica downs her glass in one go letting out a shrill, “Whoo!”

“It’s gonna be the night of your lives boys,” she declares confidently.

Considering the toothy blowjob she gave that failed to make me cum last time, I highly doubt that. Maybe I should leave the others to it and stick to my nightly ritual of jerking off over Skye. God knows what it is about her, but I can’t get her out of my head. Regardless of what Angel says, I think he’s wrong. I think she wants us as much as we want her.

At that moment, the door of the club bursts open and a crying Skye walks through. It seems we’re able to summon the women in our lives tonight just by thinking of them. Immediately we’re all on our feet, Angel practically shoves Veronica onto the floor, reaching Skye first. I don’t know which he wanted more, an excuse to comfort Skye or to get away from Veronica.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Angel asks, placing his hands on Skye’s shoulders.

She collapses into his chest and almost without thinking, He wraps his arms around her and allows her to sob. We all share looks of concern. I can hear Veronica huffing behind me, evidently pissed to be so easily forgotten. After a moment, Skye regains her composure enough to speak.

“Sorry,” she sniffles, pulling away from Angel who reluctantly releases her. She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. “God, how embarrassing. I’m sorry to come in here like this, it’s just… I didn’t know where else to go. My mom and stepdad found out I was working here, and we had a huge row, they said as long as I’m working here, I can’t be living under their roof. I’m so fed up with them trying to control my life, I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I stormed out. I can’t go back there.”

“So stay here,” I blurt out.

Everyone turns to look at me in surprise.

“Just for a few days at least, until you’ve figured things out,” I reason, for her benefit and the guys.

It’s definitely something I should have checked with them first but none of them seems to have any complaints, even if it’s a terrible idea. Having Skye in the clubhouse will be like putting a plate of food in front of a starving man and telling him he can’t eat.

“Really?” Skye and Veronica echo, Skye’s tone one of surprise and gratitude and Veronica’s one of utter disbelief.

Skye looks at Veronica in surprise, as though she’s just noticed she’s there. That’s sure to piss Veronica off something rotten.

“I mean, doesn’t she have any friends?” Veronica chips in scathingly. “We kinda had plans tonight.”

“Yes you can stay in one of our spare rooms,” Angel replies to Skye, completely ignoring Veronica.

“Unless you’d be more comfortable staying with Tammy, or perhaps at Diesel’s?” Gunner gently suggests.

Tammy, who’s been hovering nearby chips in, “I’d happily let you stay hon, but we’ve only got a sofa, and most nights Viper’s passed out on it when I get home. That man’s harder to wake than the dead. And Diesel’s got a one-room apartment which is not ideal either. You’d be more comfortable in the spare room here, plus there’s no commute,” she says with a grin.

It’s clear Tammy’s pleased with her not-so-subtle matchmaking. There are probably other places Skye could stay, but Tammy makes a good point, her and Diesel’s places are no good and she doesn’t know many of the other members that well. Besides, I know we’d all feel more comfortable with her under our roof than with another member or at a friend’s house.

Skye hesitates, looking at each of us in turn, “Well… if you’re sure.”

“Of course we are!” Buzz says with a grin, throwing his arm over her shoulder.

Skye looks a little surprised but returns his smile. “Thanks.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Veronica cries, narrowing her eyes at Skye and pointing an accusatory finger at her. “If you think this bitch can just come in here and steal my men…”

She doesn’t get to finish her sentence. Angel rounds on her, his blue eyes cold.

“We are not, nor will we ever be yours. Now get the fuck out of my bar,” Angel says, his voice commanding.

Veronica knows better than to push her luck. When Angel’s like this nothing will change his mind.

“Fucking bitch,” she mutters as she leaves.

Angel shoots her a look his jaw clenched, but he doesn’t give Veronica the satisfaction of getting a rise. He knows his cool indifference to her cuts her worse. Skye stands there looking a little overwhelmed by everything.

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