Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
It’s not the time to ask.
Am I testing her? Trying to find out if she’ll still love me after stepping into my world?
She handled herself well with Bonnie. Margot’s good at giving the same energy she receives. Like outside when she joked around with the guys. That goes a long way here.
She’s so damn quiet, her gaze darting around like she’s afraid to look at anything or anyone for too long. Or like she’s waiting for the next wave of deviance to wash over her.
Like a tsunami of raunch, Stella sweeps toward the bar, trailed by several girls and one guy. I recognize him from other parties—and a few of Stella’s films. Gabe? Gavin? Garth? Whatever. I nod in his direction as a greeting since I can’t remember his name.
Stella tilts her head like she’s motioning for her minions to scurry away.
And they do.
I slide off my stool and help Margot off hers. “Want to meet her and get it over with?” I say against her ear.
Her shoulders tremble with a short laugh. “Sure.”
“Jigsaw!” Stella says, a smile barely touching her lips. “I’ve been searching all over for you.”
The fuck you have.
“Hey, Stella.” I nod to her but keep my arm around Margot’s shoulders. “This is my ol’ lady, Margot.”
Stella’s spent enough time around bikers to know the significance of that term and that she better not fuck with my woman.
Stella’s wine-red lips part, as if she heard my silent warning and has something worse in mind than flirting with me in front of my girlfriend.
“Oh wow,” Stella purrs, raking her gaze over Margot in a way I don’t care for at all. “Aren’t you adorable,” she says, dragging out the word in her usual pretentious way.
Margot edges closer to my side and tries for a polite smile, but it lands more pained than pleasant. “Uh, thanks.”
Stella inches next to Margot like she’s trying to line up with her for inspection. “We’re such opposites.” She pets Margot’s hair like she’s assessing a kitten at the pound. “The visual contrast would be stunning on film.”
Margot tips her head back to stare at me, eyes wide, silently begging me to make it stop.
Stella steps away from Margot and slides her hand onto my shoulder, her fingers drifting down my arm. “Actually,” she purrs, “a three-way would be beautiful. You’re such an attractive couple. The three of us together would be very popular.”
Before I can flick her off, Margot reaches out and clamps her hand around Stella’s bony wrist and not-so-gently peels it off me.
“No thank you,” Margot says in that sweet but deadly way that gives the same vibe as a southerner saying “bless your heart” when they mean “fuck all the way off.”
The only thing getting my dick hard in this conversation is Margot’s quiet ferocity and blatant possessiveness.
At this point, Stella’s used to hearing “no” from members of my club. She dips her chin at Margot, all fake politeness, but the tight line at the corner of her mouth gives away her irritation at our refusal.
Too fucking bad.
“Of course.” Stella lowers her lashes in a sultry sweep that probably works on ninety percent of the male population. Not me.
“If you ever change your mind…” Her gaze slides to Margot, then back to me. “Jigsaw knows how to reach me.”
The way she says it—low and loaded—makes it sound like we’ve got personal history. Which we absolutely-the-fuck do not.
Fucking she-devil.
Stella slinks away, hips swaying under her see-through dress like she wants to let us know what we’re missing out on. Margot’s territorial gaze follows her to the other side of the room. Then she turns her furious eyes on me.
“What about me says, I not only want to have a three-way,” she seethes, “but I want it filmed and thrown on the internet for the whole world to watch and jack off to?”
“You’re not flattered?” I deadpan.
She jabs her fist in my gut. “No!”
“She’s asked a lot of us to ‘star’ in her films. For a while she had this biker series—”
Margot’s eyes narrow. “Has she asked you before?”
“Lots of times. And Rooster. And Rock—although she backed off when he told her he’s married. Z actually dated her for a while, before Lilly, but she didn’t get to capture anything for posterity, and I think she’s still salty about it.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Margot bobs her head, her gaze pinging around the room. “How can Lilly stand that?”
“If you’ll notice, Z and Lilly aren’t here tonight.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she fumes. “Why can’t Stella fuck off to one of your other charters?”
“I ask myself that all the time. But—”
“She’s the club’s biggest moneymaker,” Margot finishes for me.
“Yup.” My lips twist into a wry smile. “If it makes you feel better, I think we’re the only ones she’s pitched a three-way concept to.”
“Uh, no. No, that does not make me feel better at all.” She lowers her voice. “I hope that’s not a fantasy of yours, because it doesn’t appeal to me. At all.” She grazes her hand over my crotch. “I’m only into dick. And only one in particular.”