Page 24 of Knocked Up by Her Daddy's Friends

I’d completely forgotten about the bread I was so focused on trying to finish my plate. As I’m thinking how I can possibly fit another bite in, I feel so full, quick as a flash, Gunner reaches out and shoves the entire roll in his mouth.

“That was mine,” he lies after chewing and swallowing it.

We all know it isn’t, but Drifter lets me have this one. “Looks like lunch is on me then. Well done, Skye. I love me a woman who can eat, especially one who doesn’t mind a challenge.”

We all laugh as Drifter dutifully gets up and pays for the meal.

“Right, we’d better go pay old Brewer a visit,” Angel says, getting up.

As we all get out of the booth I ask, “Is it far from here?” I’m feeling so full I’m secretly worried I might hurl if we go speeding off this soon on the bikes for miles.

“Luckily not,” Buzz answers, “It’s on the same land, just a couple minutes’ ride up a ways.

“Yeah, I hate riding on a full stomach,” Drifter says, patting his still rock-hard abs and belching.

“For a big tough guy, you sure make a lot of childish jokes,” I tease.

“Would you rather I was the stern, commanding type like Angel? Or the strong silent man, like Gunner? Or the charming intellect like Buzz instead?” Drifter quips, though he’s joking I can tell they all are curious to hear my response.

“I like you all exactly the way you are,” I reply truthfully before daring to taunt them a little by adding, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re acting competitive and jealous.”

Buzz laughs, “You bet your ass we’re competitive. But jealous, never, not between us four.”

Drifter chimes in, “You’ve seen for yourself how nicely we share without jealousy.”

“I’m not sure nice is the right word,” I reply seductively, my mind going all sorts of places. Feeling a little playful and definitely horny I add suggestively, “Perhaps tonight you can show me how competitive you can be…”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Angel growls in my ear, his body close to mine, his hand resting on the small of my back.

Despite how busy the restaurant is, the sexual tension is palpable between us all and I feel like we’re moments away from throwing caution to the wind and tearing each other’s clothes off.

But I can’t resist biting back, “Oh, you’ve seen that I don’t back down from a challenge. Bring it on boys, no holding back.”

“She’s got you there,” Gunner says with a smirk.

Angel gives me one last look like he wants to ravage me before his eyes clear and he composes himself. I notice him glance around as though realizing we’re not alone, his eyes land on someone he recognizes, and my gaze follows him. Veronica is sitting at the bar shooting daggers in my direction, I can’t help feeling slightly smug about it.

“Enough goofing off, we’ve got work to do and Brewer’s expecting us,” Angel says, ignoring Veronica.

“Brewer’s gonna love you,” Drifter says with a grin, throwing his arm around my shoulder and walking with me to the exit, the others following behind.

We say goodbye to Dotty, who emphatically insists on giving us a pie to take with us and demands we come to visit again soon before she lets us leave.

I’m curious to meet this Brewer, from our brief conversation at lunch I learned he’s the oldest member of the club and they all speak of him fondly and with great respect. I hope I can find out more about my dad from him.

But, if the men said we were riding home right now to fuck like rabbits instead, I’d gleefully jump on the back of a bike and ride for hours, full stomach or not. It’s getting harder and harder to stay focused on the reasons why I started working at the club with these four around.

I wish I could say I feel bad about that. But right now I can’t wait to see if they take me up on my challenge tonight. I’m not sure the sex can get any better or naughtier, but I’m up for them trying.

Chapter 13

Buzz

Skye Jackson really is something. She’s witty, intelligent, beautiful, and sexy as hell to boot. And don’t even get me started on the sex. I sure as shit hope she’s not joking around about wanting us again tonight and to take things to the next level. I feel like an addict, waiting for my next hit. It’s been a long time since I or any of the other guys have felt like this about a woman, and never this fast, nor all of us for the same chick.

Of course, after hiring her I did the usual background checks and she seems to be who she says she is—Skye Jackson, twenty-one years old, born in St. Mary’s Hospital, and a student of Haven College. She wasn’t enrolled in the local junior school, so I can only assume her mom moved away for a time or home-schooled her, knowing Rose, it could be either. I didn’t find anything on Rose Jackson, so I guess she got remarried and changed her name. The only thing that surprises me is that they ever moved back, Rose seemed like she wanted to be as far away from the Angels of Havoc as possible when she left.

She has little to no social media presence, which is unusual but not alarming given her personality. The only slight concern is that she’s majoring in journalism. She wouldn’t be the first wannabe journalist to come snooping around the club for a juicy story. But she’s the first with an actual connection to the club, and who fits in and minds her own business.

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