Page 15 of Monster's Madhouse
“Damn right.” Drifter’s eyes burned like embers. “She’s been fighting it, fighting us since what happened with Reid. But she wants us still—both of us. I think that she’s embarrassed about her ex stalking her, and she feels as though she’s been a burden or some stupid shit like that. You see it every time she looks at us—she still wants us both. She wants to be claimed.”
Silence stretched, broken only by the low thrum of rock music playing from the jukebox. Monster finally nodded, lips twisting into a slow, dangerous grin. “All right. Skeleton kings, it is. We show up, drag her into the dark, and make her choose—both of us, or not at all.” Drifter laughed at the irony of that statement. She had made them an ultimatum not too long ago for the same thing. They wanted her but weren’t willing to share her. Now, they knew that not sharing her would end up with both of them losing her, and that wasn’t an option for either of them.
Monster’s heavy hand landed on his shoulder, solid, brotherly, sealing the pact. “Both of us. Always.”
Drifter’s mind flickered with the image—Blitz standing in the middle of the MC’s Halloween chaos, her eyes flashing as twotowering skeletons stalked her from the shadows. The lure, the reveal, and then the moment she realized it wasn’t a trick at all.
It was the truth.
And once they had her, there’d be no going back.
Blitz
Blitz walked into the bar and looked around. It was decorated to the hilt with Halloween décor, and she loved the skeleton theme. Halloween was her favorite time of year, and while she loved Christmas almost as much, there was just something special about fall. Maybe it was because her birthday was in the fall, or maybe it was just the warm, happy feelings the holiday gave her.
Growing up in foster care, there weren’t many holidays that she got to celebrate. Sure, some of the families would take her trick-or-treating with her foster siblings, but not every family did. Some would put up a Christmas tree and give each of the foster kids a small gift, but that didn’t happen every year. One of the families that she lived with for about three years celebrated nothing. During her time with them, she had almost forgotten her own birthday. There was no cake, no presents, and no reminder that she had even been born. That’s how it sometimes felt, too—like she was never born. Maybe that’s why Blitz liked to celebrate every holiday that came around each year—especially her birthday.
She wondered why the guys had summoned her to the bar if they weren’t going to meet her there. Monster said something about needing help with some decorations, but the place already looked great. Drifter asked her to grab his wallet, which he had mistakenly left at home, and bring it to the club. Blitz didn’t just want to leave it with one of the guys, but sitting around waiting for either of them to show up wasn’t part of her plans for the evening either.
She had dropped Josie off at a friend’s house for a Halloween party on her way to the bar. What the guys didn’t know about her was that she’d be just fine staying back at Drifter’s house and handing out candy. It was something that she had dreamed of doing since she was an adult—handing out Halloween candy to trick-or-treaters at her big house while her family was out terrorizing the neighborhood. She just never imagined falling for two hot bikers and not being able to choose who that family should be with. Hell, she had no idea what her dream of family was anymore, but she hoped to find out. That would just take two very large, sexy bikers to come to their senses and agree to her crazy plan of the two of them sharing her. Their one-on-one nights had been everything she had hoped for and so much more. But being with Monster and Drifter separately only drove home the point for her that she didn’t want one without the other.
“Hey,” she said to a few guys in the corner of the room. “Do any of you know where Monster or Drifter are?” Blitz asked. They told her to meet them there before the party was supposed to start, but she was a little earlier than she had planned to be.
“I haven’t seen either of them around yet.” Blitz couldn’t remember the guy’s name. For some reason, she thought that she had heard the guys call him Jackhammer. “Maybe try the funeral home if you’re looking for Drifter. Just don’t go in the basement,” he said.
“Why shouldn’t I go into the basement of the funeral home?” she asked.
“Because it’s Halloween and that place is haunted. The basement is where all the dead bodies get chopped up.” She looked him over and he smiled at her, holding out his hand. “I’m Jackhammer,” he said. She shook his hand, still not sure if he was joking or being serious.
“Blitz,” she said. “I'd better look around for the guys. They told me to meet them here before the party started.
“We’re already here, so the party has started,” Jackhammer teased.
“I see,” she said, still not sure how to read him. “It was nice meeting you, Jackhammer. Blitz quickly walked to the back of the bar and peeked into the kitchen, finding it dark and empty. Maybe she had gotten her signals crossed and was remembering her conversation with Monster all wrong. She was beginning to think that she should look down at the funeral home for Drifter, because there was no sign of Monster anywhere. Maybe she’d have more luck finding Drifter—even if the funeral home was haunted and she was a giant chicken when it came to scary stuff.
Blitz decided to try one last place before she headed over to the funeral home. She walked back to Monster’s office and opened the door, not bothering to knock. She didn’t think she’d find anyone in there, but when she saw someone dressed in a skeleton costume, she nearly screamed.
“What the hell?” Blitz shouted. “Who the hell are you?” The skeleton didn’t answer as it stood from behind the desk and made its way to her. If she had to guess, it was actually a he, and he was stalking her as though she were his prey.
“This is not funny,” she insisted, trying to pretend that she wasn’t creeped out at all. “I’m not sure who you are, but you shouldn’t be in here.” He kept walking toward her, his hoodie hiding most of his face as he drew closer. She couldn’t tell whowas behind all that makeup, but if she had to guess, it was Monster. He had the same build and walk. He got close enough that she could smell his cologne, and she knew that it was definitely Monster. Well, two could play at this game. She was up for a little bit of fun.
“Um, I’m looking for Monster or Drifter,” she almost whispered, pretending to still be nervous. “Have you seen them?” The skeleton took a few more steps toward her and shook its head. Yeah, it was definitely Monster. She could see a strand of his overly long dark hair as his head shook.
“Okay then,” she said, “I’m going to look for Drifter at the funeral home.” Blitz looked him over, trying to decide her next move. She wanted to knock him a little off kilter before she turned to leave, and she knew just the way to do it. She leaned into Monster, grabbed him by the sweatshirt, and tugged him in for a kiss. Not a short peck on the lips either. She ran her tongue over the seam of his lips, begging for entrance, and when he granted her access, she couldn’t help but moan. He not only smelled like Monster, but he also kissed like him and even tasted like him, too.
She broke the kiss, leaving them both breathless, and turned to leave his office, running right into a hard wall of a man who was also dressed as a skeleton, wearing a hoodie to conceal his identity. If she had to guess, Drifter wanted to play the same game with her as Monster was, and she was up for whatever fun the two of them had in mind. This was actually the sexiest thing that had ever happened to her—barring the nights that she had shared with them individually. Did they both think about her proposal and decide to give her what she wanted, or were they just playing games with her? Blitz planned on finding out.
“Oh, sorry,” she breathed, looking up at the second guy. “I was just leaving.” She tried to push past him, and he grabbed herarm. Her breath was coming in hot puffs of air as she tried to control her excitement.
“Can I help you?” Blitz asked, looking at where his hand held her wrist. He pulled a pair of handcuffs from his jacket pocket and latched one end of them to her wrist and the other to his. Monster did the same, attaching her to him, too. She was effectively stuck between the two of them, and she had to admit it was making her hot. She was breathing as though she had just run a marathon, and there would be no hiding her arousal from either of them.
“What are you doing?” Blitz breathed.
Drifter wrapped his arm around her body and pulled her against his own, sealing his mouth over hers as she tried to put her arm around him. She knew that they had handcuffed her to have her completely at their disposal. Blitz wasn’t going to have any control when it came to the two of them, and she liked the idea of giving over complete control to them both.
“Drifter,” she whispered against his mouth. He smiled down at her as Monster pulled her over to him. He gave her the same attention that Drifter had just had, and she smiled up at him when he finished with her. “Monster,” she breathed.
“Did you know the whole time?” he asked.
