Page 8 of Crash and Burn
“So, Minx, are you really wanting to play pool, or are you going so you can see Raze?” Tink teases her.
She smirks. “A little of both.”
“I don’t blame you. I would want to spend all my time with my ol’ man if I had one who looked like him and treated me like he treats you.” Tink sighs.
“Are you blind? You havetwointerested in you who you could choose from,” Minx tells her. I know exactly who she’s talking about, and she’s not wrong.
“I choose one of them, and their relationship will be compromised. I can’t, nor will I, do that to them,” Tink says. The fact she doesn’t want to come between their friendship, their brotherhood, says a lot about the kind of woman she is. They would both be lucky to have her.
“Why not have them both?” I whisper, so Chains doesn’t hear.
Tink groans. “That will only ever be a fantasy. The chances of that actually happening are slim.”
When we get to the clubhouse, there are a couple of guys sitting at one of the picnic tables.
“Hey, Ace. Hey, Ruger. When did y’all get here,” Minx asks. There aren’t many lights on out here, so I can’t see them very well.
“Bout an hour ago,” one of them says.
“Who’s this trouble maker,” the other one asks with a chin lift in my direction.
“This is Marley. She came down from Colorado a few months ago,” she explains to him.
“Marley.” He tests my name on his lips, and the corner of his mouth tips up in a half-smile. “Nice to meet you, I’m Ruger.”
“Nice to meet you, too,” I reply.
“Why don’t y’all come play a game of pool with us,” Tink asks. “Minx is about to ditch us for Raze.”
As if he knew we were talking about him, Raze walks outside.
“There’s my Kitty.” He stalks toward Minx, picking her up by the back of her thighs and kisses her.
“Playing pool will be a lot better than watching these two suck face,” Ace groans. Tink and I laugh as they both stand from the table, Ruger moving to my side.
“How you likin’ Texas,” he asks me.
“Honestly, I never leave the clubhouse to experience it.”
“You’re fuckin’ kidding! We gotta change that,” he says.
We walk into the clubhouse, and my eyes instantly find Rascal. It happens every time I walk into the same room as him. It’s some kind of curse. Naturally, he has a cut bunny with next to no clothes grinding against him. I’m surprised he’s not fucking her right here in the open. His eyes find mine, flashing me his devilish smile. Then his eyes move next to me. His smile goes rigid.
Cherry Pie by Warrant comes on, and I turn to Ruger. “Dance with me?”
His eyes light up with humor and he shrugs. “Sure, why not.”
Ruger grabs my hand, leading me further into the clubhouse and spins me around, so my back is to his front, his hands on my waist. I can feel Rascal’s eyes on me and glance at him. The cut bunny is straddling his lap, and he’s staring daggers at Ruger and I.
