Page 7 of Monster's Madhouse
Drifter clapped his hands once, triumphant. “Knew you’d come around.” He offered her his hand with a wink. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you ready to cause some trouble.”
Monster straightened, satisfied, and jerked his chin toward the door. “Ten minutes. We’re riding out together.”
Blitz rolled her eyes, but the smile tugging at her mouth gave her away. They’d won—and both men seemed to know it.
They got to the clubhouse, and Blitz suddenly felt out of her element. Both guys seemed to pick up on it, too, as they flanked her sides and each held her hands. She wanted to protest and tell them that she was fine, but she wasn’t about to lie to either of them. They’d all gotten to know each other enough to be able to tell when someone wasn’t being truthful.
“Come on,” Monster said. “We can go back to my office until you get your bearings. This place can be overwhelming, and shit, I never even thought about that. I’m sorry,” he said. So, the big bad biker had a softer side. She had to admit she liked it.
Before she could protest, the two of them led her to Monster’s office down the hallway. It was dark and smoky, making the whole scene feel mysterious. The back room of the clubhouse hummed with muffled laughter and the distant hum of engines outside, but inside, the three of them were caught in a silence that crackled like a live wire.
“Is this better?” Drifter asked. He looked at her as though checking her for actual trauma.
“I’m good,” she whispered. Blitz realized that she was trapped between the two of them, and God, she had thought about his moment for so many weeks now, since meeting the two bikers.
She stood between them, the scent of leather and smoke wrapping her as surely as their heat. Drifter man at her back, broad chest pressed close, his hands resting low on her hips. Monster was in front of her, gaze burning into hers as if he could strip her down with a look alone.
“You two are trouble,” she whispered; her shaky voice was already betraying her.
Drifter chuckled, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “That’s the point, sweetheart.” His stubble grazed her skin, making her shiver. Why was he touching her that way? Not that she planned on complaining. It was how her dreams began every night—caught between the two of them while they touched and kissed her all over, claiming her as their own.
Monster seemed to take her silence for compliance as he leaned in, close enough that his breath fanned her lips. “You think you can handle both of us?” His eyes flicked briefly to Drifter, a current passing between them that made her pulse stutter. Monster dipped his head to kiss her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Did he really mean what he had just said? Was she going to get what she wanted—the three of them together?
The kiss broke, and Drifter caught her face in his hand, tilting her up to meet his mouth while Monster dragged slow, possessive circles against her hip. Every nerve in her body lit at once, caught between their strength, their heat, their unrelenting focus.
She wasn’t sure where one touch ended and the next began. All she knew was that the three of them burned brighter together, tangled in something dangerous and undeniable. And she didn’t want it to stop.
“Now’s the time to tell us which one of us you want, honey,” Drifter said, breaking their kiss.
“Which one of you?” she repeated, feeling a bit breathless and confused. “I thought that you both wanted me. I mean, you both seem to want me right now.” She looked down at her body as though proving a point. The three of them were entwined like old tree roots. There would be no way that they’d be able to deny wanting her.
“We do both want you,” Monster admitted. “I think we’ve made that pretty obvious, but Drifter and I agreed that you would be the one to choose which of us you wanted.”
“Oh,” she breathed, “Well, that’s very kind of you both—letting me decide.” She couldn’t help her sarcasm. “But I don’t want to choose between the two of you. How would you feel if I told you that I want you both?” She stood between them, waiting for her words to sink in. Realization seemed to dawn on both of their handsome faces at the same time. Yeah, now they were getting the whole picture.
“Both of us?” Drifter asked. Now it was his turn to be a little unsure of the situation.
“Yep,” she said.
“You can’t ask us to both date you, Blitz,” Monster almost shouted. He pulled his hands free from her body, and she instantly missed their connection.
“Why not?” she asked. “I mean, you two seem to be close friends, right?” They both nodded, and Monster looked a bit leery about what she was going to say next. “So, why can’t you both share me?” she asked.
“Share you?” Drifter shouted, “No fucking way. This isn’t like that, honey. You need to pick which one of us you want to be with.”
“Well, to use your words, Drifter, there is no fucking way that I’ll choose between you. I want you both, or neither of you. How does that work for you?” There she had laid her ultimatum on the table. Blitz just hoped like hell that she wouldn’t be sorry for saying it out loud.
“Neither of us then,” Drifter said, joining Monster across the room. They stood there, like sentries waiting for her to try to make a move past them. They were giving her an ultimatum back, and there was no way that she’d agree to it. She couldn’tchoose just one of them. How could she? They were both so perfect for her.
“I see, well then, I’ll get an Uber back to the house. I hope you both enjoy your night.” She pushed past the two of them, and they let her pass. She expected more of a fight, but why would they give her one? She had made her choice and so had they. She’d end up with neither of them, and that broke her heart a bit.
The evening was cool, the sun just sinking low, when Blitz stepped out of the small grocery store with two bags in her arms. It had been almost a week since the guys rejected her ultimatum, and it still stung. She had settled into a little routine of taking care of Josie, making dinner for them both since Drifter had spent most of his time in town, either at the funeral home or at Monster’s House.
Tonight, Josie was at the neighbor’s again babysitting, and she hated knowing that she was going to be on her own until the teenager got back home. She decided that tonight would be the night that she told Josie that she had to go back home. She didn’t want to leave her, but there was no other way. The guys had rejected her, and walking out of town was the only way to make her heart stop hurting. Well, that was the hope. But telling Josie that she was leaving would cause her a new heartache—one that she wasn’t looking forward to facing.
She was just about to the truck that Drifter had lent to her, when she dropped two apples from the brown paper bag she was carrying. She bent down to pick them up and stood, looking around to make sure that no one was there to witness her clumsiness. That’s when she saw him.
Reid leaned against a dark sedan parked near the corner, hands shoved in his pockets, a smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes—sharp, obsessive—locked on hers like a predator finding prey.
