Page 80 of Indecent Lies

She sipped until there was nothing left in her glass and thought about riding on the back of Tait’s bike the day he came for her. Maybe he was one of the bikers who didn’t hold with their weird mating tradition.

Roux laughed. “Nah, cars and trucks are free game.”

“Have you been on the back of a biker’s motorcycle?”

Like the electricity was sucked out of the atmosphere, Roux’s demeanor changed and Poppy felt it. “Yeah, once.”

“Was it like that… the biker traditional way or just your dad giving you a ride?”

“I thought it was, turns out I was wrong.”

Oh. “Sorry, Roux.”

Then her friend checked back in and grinned. “Always plenty where that came from, Cinders.” And at that, two guys stepped up to their table, dressed in what most of the men were wearing, denim, thick boots, some differing form of a long sleeved undershirt and silver rings on their fingers. The one giving his gaze to Poppy had a tattoo next to his eye and floppy hair he pushed off his forehead before he grinned. “Can I get you a drink, baby?”

She wasn’t unused to attention, she’d been engaged three freaking times for goodness sake, but the way this guy was leering at her was brand new and not altogether comfortable. “Eh, no thank you, I’m good.”

“Aw, come on, baby doll. It’s just a drink.”

He looked to be around Roux’s age, so a couple of years younger than Poppy, but he was definitely overly confident.

“Get lost, Dread.”

Dread? Seriously?

“Butt out, Roux.” He bared his teeth then turned back to Poppy.

It was her friend who butted in again.

“You need to walk away. She’s aSoulsold lady.”

I’m a what now?

Because Roux looked like she was handling both guys, the other one was silently along for the ride or whatever, Poppy kept her mouth shut.

Bikers were not the easiest of men to be around, she was finding.

Most of them scared the pants off her.

One biker in particular she wanted to shimmy her pants off for.

“She belongs to aSouls, so unless you want to start a fucking war…”

“Fuck this,” Dread cursed and turned on his heel, not before Poppy heard, “fucking stuck up bitches.”

“If any biker gives you trouble, you just tell him you belong to theSouls, that will get them to back off.”

Poppy blinked. “But I don’t.”

“Bitch, you belong to Texas, don’t you?”

Warmth spread through Poppy like a fourth of July bonfire and she giggled. She’d been harping on all night how he owned her ass. She only said it as a joke… kind of joke.

Not a joke.

She bobbed her head.

“Then that’s what you say. These guys know not to fuck around with theSouls.”

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