Page 39 of Their Property
“I’ve never had that either.”
T-Bone leaned into her with a laugh, and I held my breath for a second, thinking again that he might kiss her. But he just scooted the plate toward her. “Try it. If you like it, that’s yours, and I’ll have the burger.”
She didn’t just like it, she went nuts over it. “Oh my God, this is magical!” she moaned, carving into the fried chicken thigh and smothering her forkful in maple syrup. “Why didn’t anyone tell me this combination of flavors was so good?”
“We can’t let the rich folks have all the good food,” T-Bone teased her while wiping a crumb from the corner of her mouth.
Of course that didn’t stop her from sampling his bison burger and fries too. We all got another round of drinks, and I struggled to focus on my food instead of watching T-Bone and Kyrie’s constant flirting. It felt like the more I drank, the more it got under my skin. But it wasn’t just because T-Bone brushed me off with his ‘I got it under control’ bullshit. Grudge summed it up with a single word that he sneakily wrote on his notepad.
Jealous.
“Yeah,” I sighed, leaning away from the table. The alcohol had warmed my blood, and my hunger was sated.
Well, one type of hunger was. The other kind gnawed and ached. It lit up the nerve endings under my skin and made me crave touch and heat. If I had to be honest with myself, this feeling never truly went away. Not even when the guys made me come so hard that stars dotted my vision. This ache was for something specific, a type of intimacy and connection that was different from the two men I’d made my life with. And I couldn’t shake the feeling that it could only be soothed by the woman sitting on the couch across from me.
The woman we had to guard constantly but could never,evertouch. That was what I had to keep reminding myself of. It could never be as simple as just four people who wanted to spend time together. That wasn’t the kind of world we lived in.
Kyrie got up to use the restroom at some point, and T-Bone patted the space where she’d been. Grudge slid into it a moment later, his mouth connecting hungrily with T-Bone’s. Yeah, it seemed I wasn’t the only one who was worked up.
“You just gonna watch?” T-Bone asked when his lips were free for a moment. “Get over here.”
“And make her feel weird when she gets back?” I scoffed. “Nah, later.”
“Just for a sec. You’ve been in a mood all night.” T-Bone sighed, limbs tangling with Grudge’s in a full-body embrace. “You’ve got that look on your face like you’re gonna stew on something for hours.”
“I won’t. I’m just trying to be considerate of the company we have.” He didn’t look like the type, but T-Bone got insecure if one of us wasn’t cuddled up to him after a certain amount of time. I’d want a few hours alone to ride or think, and he stuck to me like a barnacle when I got back. “I’ll suck your dick ‘til you fall asleep tonight, alright?”
Kyrie returned before he could reply. “Oh, no, don’t move!” she said when he and Grudge started to separate. “You two look comfortable, stay there.”
“Sit here, Ky.” I scooted over and patted the seat next to me, realizing too late I’d shortened her name. Shit, what was it about just being near her that made me want to treat her like she was mine?
“Thanks,Dy.” She smirked and plopped down next to me.
Again, she kicked off her shoes and curled her feet underneath her, leaning slightly toward me. And I couldn’t bring myself to move away.
“Dyno’s not your real name, is it?” she asked, reaching to cradle her third beer in her hands.
“No, it’s a road name,” I said. “All of us use road names.”
She pursed her lips. “Are your real names top secret?”
“Not really. Sometimes we refer to each other by name in private. Every MC is different, but for us, it’s just an intimacy thing. Like a pet name.”
“Aw, that’s sweet.”
“Yo, I’m Travis.” T-Bone saluted her from the couch. “But in public, I prefer T-Bone.”
Kyrie smiled as she took a sip of beer, and I thought she might ask what my name was, but she pivoted instead. “Can you tell me how you got your road name?”
“It’s short for dynamite. I just like to blow shit up sometimes.” I downed the rest of my whiskey, smiling at her surprised expression behind my glass. “There’s not much to it, really.”
“I wasn’t expectingthat,” she breathed. “You seem so calm and collected. I’d expect someone who enjoys explosives to…have more of an explosive personality, I guess.”
“What, like T-Bone?”
“The fuck you sayin’ about me?” he drawled with a lazy smile. His eyes were hooded, his whole body relaxed and leaning back with Grudge reclined against his chest.
“Tell her how you got your road name,” I told him.
