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She tugs the covers off of him and bends down to take him into her mouth. Whatever argument he had disappears when he knots his fingers in her hair.
“Okay, fine, whatever you want. Fuck, Lex, yes, just like that.”
I could get whatever I want like this. I’ll have to remember that…
Colt thrusts hard into the back of her throat, and she suppresses her gag reflex. He’s always loved her skills, especially when she’s on her knees, and she gets a kind of pleasure watching him lose his mind as he comes in her mouth.
Let’s see how untouchable you are now, asshole.
“Your turn,” he growls, tossing Lex onto her back before moving between her legs. His tongue swirls the way she likes, and she closes her eyes in victory.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Griffin’s Beach
Gracie
As if the night wasn’t already awkward, Gracie has to sit in the clubhouse with Cole across the room, Klaire on his lap, and her son is being watched by Kent’s sister, Martha. She knows he’s safe, and she’s known Martha their whole lives, but if tonight wasn’t the vote, she wouldn’t be anywhere near here. And if Cole gets patched in, she will avoid this place like the plague.
The lovey-dovey looks between Cole and Klaire make her want to throw up. If only Klaire knew her “perfect boyfriend” was messing around on her because she refuses to have sex before marriage and has at least one kid out there because he doesn’t use condoms.
“Aren’t you just so excited?” Klaire calls to Gracie from across the room. Standing up, she hurries over, and Gracie feels sick when Klaire looks so deliriously happy. “Our boyfriends might become members tonight. And your brother. Isn’t it just great?”
“Uh, yeah, super great,” she says, plastering a smile on her face.
Klaire’s dark hair looks just like her mother’s used to before she finally let the grays settle in and stopped the chunky highlights.
Kent must sense her unease because he wraps a strong arm around her shoulders, and Klaire looks distraught. “Gracie, oh, you must just hate me. I haven’t even asked how your baby is. Or seen him. Maybe we can plan to get together soon. How does lunch sound?”
The way Cole glances back with a knowing smirk on his face makes Gracie want to hurl all over Klaire just so he’ll have to smell it all night. He can deny Nolan is his to everyone else, but the look on his face says he knows he is. Knows and doesn’t care.
“Sure, lunch sounds great, Klaire.”
“I like you two together,” she says and smiles at Kent. “You’re a cute couple.”
No matter how cordial she wants to be, Gracie can’t bring herself to tell Klaire the same about Cole. A rabid dog chewing Cole’s face off is the only thing that would look cute with him.
She’s saved having to respond when Melanie calls out, “Is that popcorn?”
They all turn to see Lex sitting on the bar top with a bowl of popcorn in her lap. It looks ridiculous but also very Lex-like. “I like popcorn with my shows. Wanna join? It’ll start any minute now.”
“I like shows. What kind are we talking about?” Melanie asks and hops up next to her. Taking a handful, she pops it into her mouth.
Undertaker’s girlfriend leans against the bar and takes a handful herself. Jamie Pittman may not be that much older than Gracie, but the larger woman fits very well with Undertaker. She makes a mental note to get to know her a little better.
“I’m not positive, but I’m leaning towards action with a slice of horror,” Lex says.
“Horror?” Jamie asks, her dark hair hanging in loose curls down her back.
Maybe I should dress up more for Kent like she is with Undertaker. I wonder if he’d like lingerie or something like that. If I can find something that doesn’t look ridiculous on me.
Lex smiles and shrugs. “Gore. Bloodbath. I’m hoping for a fucking bloodbath.”
Gracie’s mom tilts her head from the table nearby. “What kind of bloodbath?”
“Shhh, it’s about to start. And I won’t ruin the twist for you,” she says, her eyes glancing at Gracie.
Her stomach twists, and she looks up at Kent. “Did you tell Lex?” she hisses in his ear.
