Page 41 of Misrule
“Lawd, you think having money is the fucking end all, be all. Well, it’s not. You’re just a man,” she said flatly. “A man who can work my last fucking nerve, but one I love with all my heart. I don’t give a fuck if you have money, a tattoo, or a motorcycle. As long as you have a fucking J-O-B, I’m good.”
“I don’t have a job,” he corrected, wondering why she spelled it out. “I have a career.”
“What the fuck ever it is, you’ve made your own way in the world. You don’t sit around all day, doing nothing.”
He nodded, then went to her and pulled her back into his arms. “We never argue. Why are we doing so now especially over trivialities?”
“Frustration,” she answered, hugging his waist and resting her head on his shoulder.
“Roxanne—”
Footsteps pounding up the staircase interrupted him. Immediately, he pushed Roxanne behind him and faced the open door.
“I have no wish to see your naked ass, Harrington,” Cash called, “but if you don’t fucking get the fuck out of here in the next minute or two, all our sneaking will be for nothing. Meggie texted me and said the guys already said they’re leaving in half an hour. That means, there’s a greater chance Outlaw or Johnnie or Mort will see Stretch’s momentary scrambling of the outside feeds. In which case, you’re fucked and so am I.”
“He’s coming, Cash,” Roxanne called.
“I really wish I was,” Knox told her.
She laughed and thumped his back. “Dirty dog.”
He turned and kissed her again. “Sweet kitten.”
“Uh, dead dog and crying kitten if you don’t move your ass,” Cash retorted as if he was part of the conversation.
“Stop being such a nosy motherfucker, Cash,” Roxanne told him.
“I’m sorry for being such a jerk, sweetheart,” Knox said. “Forgive me.”
She caressed his lips. “Always, sugar.”
Forcing himself to pull away from her, Knox stopped at the door, awed all over again by her nudity and her beauty. He blew her a kiss and the smile she gave him lit her entire face.
Suddenly, he was yanked by the back of his shirt and dragged away.
“McCall,” he growled. “I wasn’t fucking finished.”
“Yes, the fuck you were,” Cash insisted, hauling him down the stairs so fast Knox nearly lost his balance.
Outside, they trekked the same way Knox had come earlier, passing the same four guards, who turned their backs and pretended they hadn’t seen them. Cash set a grueling pace to his bike. When they finally reached it, Knox didn’t ask questions. He took the bitch seat with the same urgency Cash jumped on.
Even if Knox had been inclined to complain about the brambles and branches they hadn’t gone through the first time, he doubted Cash would’ve heard. If he did, then he wouldn’t have cared. Besides, he’d spent time with Roxanne, had her in his arms, so that was worth all the scratches, nicks, and bumps he received on the wild ride.
When they reached the main road, Cash turned his bike on a dime, so sharp Knox knew they’d crash. They didn’t, making it to the dead-end street where the club was located, in one piece. Cash halted in the middle of the deserted road, not speaking, allowing his bike to idle. A few minutes later, he started off again. At the gate, it slid open almost as soon as they reached it.
Cash rode to his spot and killed the ignition. “Come on,” he instructed as they dismounted.
“Where are we going now?”
“To fucking fantasy world,” Cash said, rushing ahead. “Where does it look like we’re going?”
“The club.”
“Give that motherfucker a silver dollar.”
Cash paused long enough to glare at Knox. Opening the club door, he allowed Knox to precede him inside. Though after two in the morning, a few bikers remained in the club. Heavy breathing drew Knox’s attention to the pool tables. One of the brothers was fucking a girl. She was completely naked, not caring that the man had merely pulled his cock out through his fly since his pants were still up.
Knox walked on. At the bar, another girl was on her knees sucking Potter’s dick. He’d never been in the club at this hour without Roxanne and the rest of them. The hypersexual atmosphere disgusted him.
