Page 34 of Property of Woods

When I see my sister and Jessika step up to take part, I grab Gray.“Call the contest.My sister isn’t showing her tits off.”

“Fuck.”He moves toward Low, but she steps onto the stage as the song changes to Cherry Pie by Warrant.Foolish grabs a bucket from Cash and gets Gray’s backside as he lifts Low over one of his shoulders.

The crowd around the stage boos and Gray grabs the mic from Silo.“Madz wins,” he yells, dropping the mic.He carries Low toward the house as she beats her fist against his ass like a damn toddler.

Madz returns to the stage to collect her winnings and flashes her tits at everyone.

Jessika walks past me, and I grab her by the hand.“Was you going to enter the contest or were you giving my sister moral support?”

“Both.I could have used the money.”She smiles, her pretty blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I’ll pay you to keep your shirt on, butterfly.”

“Don’t tell me you were jealous.”

“How about we go to my room, and you give me a private show?”

“Your wife is here.”She yanks free from my hold, and I let her go.

I’ve about had enough drama for one fucking night.

The party rages on, but I’m not in the mood to celebrate.I grab a six-pack of ponies and walk across the field to my place.The lights are off, so I guess Faye is back at the clubhouse.I’m surprised she didn’t cause a bigger scene.I sit the beer on the kitchen counter and check Henry’s food bowl to make sure the bitch at least fed him today.

A creak sounds from down the hallway.

Someone’s here.

Quietly, I open the dish towel drawer and slides open the secret panel where I keep a revolver.I listen, but don’t hear anything else until I get closer to the bedroom.

The moans start out low and grow louder with every passing second.What the fuck?

I flip on the light and what I see doesn’t really surprise me, but it sure as fuck pisses me off that it’s going down in my bed.

Dirty is in my bed with Kiki and Gabbie.

“Get your whores and take it somewhere else.”

“You gave my room away.Didn’t figure you’d mind.Unless you want me to share with that sweet piece you’ve got on the side.Gotta say, I didn’t think you had it in you.Your balls dropped, and you stopped being pussy whipped.”

I grab his jeans off the floor and throw them at him.He’s trying to provoke me, and I’m not taking the bait.He’s pissed at me because I got what he wanted.The President’s patch on my cut.It’s not my fault he fucked up, and I stepped up to the plate when Uncle Hoss could no longer ride.

“You can sleep in the guestroom on the pullout.We’ll figure out something else tomorrow, and don’t tell Faye you had them here.I’ll never hear the end of her jaws flapping if she finds out.And change the fucking sheets.I’m not sleeping in your fuckfest juices.They better be gone when I get back.”

He slaps Kiki on the ass, and she giggles.

Gabbie smiles at me.“You could join us.”

I don’t give her a reaction.Last place I’d stick my dick is in some skank that’s fucked every single man that’s walked through the clubhouse doors.

I grab my six-pack of ponies off the counter after putting my gun back in its hiding spot and trudge back toward the clubhouse.Jessika is sitting out front alone.

“Want to take a ride, butterfly?”

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“I’ve had worse ones.”

“Okay.”

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