Page 28 of Thunder

“That’s just the thing, man, she doesn’t get embarrassed. She walked out into the bar with her tits out and everything. She knows what she wants and takes it. Besides, it’s not that she was lying to her girlfriends about it, she looked me in the eye and acted like it never happened. It’s what we fought about before she bolted. There has to be a reason, but for the life of me I can’t figure it out. Even if she was running game to get inside the club, that wouldn’t be the way.”

Trip took a drink and seemed as baffled as Thunder was.

“So, now you understand my headspace. It brings up too much shit because it’s the exact kind of shit Melissa did to make me question everything I heard or saw. I cannot go back there. I just can’t.”

Another shot. “I won’t make it this time.” The last confession he hadn’t meant for Trip’s ears.

“Well, then, that settles it. She’s out. Brothers first. Now, you need insurance. If you remove the possibility, you can get your head on straight and move on. We need you top-notch to handle the Rainbow and Petty problem. With everything in motion, Andy can’t be living up here, man.” Trip tapped his own forehead before whistling and waving Lexi to them.

She sauntered off the stage and prowled their way. Watching her move, it was clear why she was one of their top money makers. Lexi straddled Trip’s lap and fingered his hair. Grinding on him like she was dry humping her prom date. “I’ll dance for you as much as you want, handsome, but me and you? Still, never going to happen.”

Trip held her hip, groaned, and thrust up against her. “Damn it, woman. Fine.” He removed his hands. “Message fucking received. However, if you change your mind…”

“I won’t.”

“Good.” He helped her stand and slapped her on the ass. “Because my boy needs some quality time.”

Lexi’s eyes went wide and she tripped over her platform thigh-high boots.

They reminded him of the ones Andrea had worn.Fuck. Trip called it, he needed to get Andy out of his head. Trip was also right about how to keep her out.

“Fuck yeah, get your ass over here.”

Lexi hesitated. Probably out of loyalty to her friend.

“If you’re not up for it, sugar, just say the word and I’ll head back to the clubhouse and find some company there. Makes no difference to me.”

If looks could kill, fuck if he wouldn’t be six foot under, but she got her ass in gear. Again, probably out of a sense of loyalty.

She straddled his lap as she had Trip’s, but instead of a playful flirting look, her eyes held something that was a cross between nausea and fury. Lexi was a professional while on the clock, so she put her ass in gear. He groaned when her heat rubbed his dick through his jeans. He wasn’t the least bit interested in Lexi, but friction was friction. His body was reacting to a woman on his lap.

As soon as he looked her in the eyes again and they weren’t a warmed brandy brown, he started to lose what little reaction he’d had.

His anger and sadness surged. If he couldn’t trust her enough to be with her but his dick couldn’t react to another woman, he was fucked. Or, not fucked.

“So, Thunder,” Lexi purred but with an edge. “I haven’t seen you around lately. Who you been up to?” She was fishing. Thunder wanted to believe that Andrea had put her up to it, but it was probably all her being nosy. He also didn’t miss the who that should’ve been a what.

“Don’t waste time beating around the bush. Say what you wanna say then get to fucking moving or get off my dick.”

Shit, he’d never seen Lexi so pissed before. It wasn’t what he really wanted to say, but Trip was right. He had to do it. He had to end it, and rubbing her best friend’s barely covered snatch on his dick would do it.

It was all he could do not to just shove Lexi off and ask how Andrea was doing. But one look from Trip and he steeled his spine.

“Fine. You’re a dick. You treated my girl like a whore after I vouched for you guys. I even defended you after the fact. If you had questions, why not fucking ask them instead of going all alpha douche. Even after, why not call, and I don’t know, using your words to gather information before accusing. You might’ve learned a thing or two that could’ve explained everything. Instead, you come here with Mister-I-Can’t-Keep-It-In-My-Pants over there and pop a half chub with her best friend sitting on your lap.”

She was practically shouting at him by the end. A lot of shots and memories had slowed his brain to a crawl, but he realized she’d said something very leading and then clammed up. What the fuck did she know? He shoved her off his lap.

“What does that mean, Lexi?”

She looked like a deer caught in headlights. It felt like she was on the verge of telling him something.

“What possible excuse could she have for lying to my fucking face?”

Crickets.

“I should’ve known, easy civilian pussy comes with a side of fucking psycho. No fucking thanks.” His words made him sick, but he turned to Trip. “Let’s roll. I can get what I need at home. Fuck this.”

When he turned, Lexi surprised him by shoving him from behind. “You fucking douchewagon… she wasn’t fucking lying. Not on pur…” She took a deep breath and her voice was suddenly calm. That kind of calm that scared a man. It meant she was well and truly done. “Nope, you know what, no. You’re not worth it. Run along. Get back to the clubhouse to get your dick wet. Oh, and Trip. I quit. Consider this my two weeks’ notice. And by quit, I mean, I quit everything Phantoms. You all can launch the males yourself, deal with any of my girls who choose to stay without me, every bit of it. I’m going to go get dressed.” She turned on her heels and shouted back their way without even looking. “Oh, and good luck with keeping your liquor license. You should probably make some calls about it first thing in the morning, the paperwork may take a while.”

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