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In reality, Hunter Knutsen’s band—Super Stacked Bimbos—plays here on Wednesday and Friday nights. The three besties want to hang out together while I’m the excuse they get to use.
I ought to be irritated about that shit. Except I want to see Natasha again, and everything needs to be scheduled. I can’t just ride over to her house and talk. Even calling her is complicated. I’ve tried twice. Both times, she was in the middle of something with the kids or her family.
Natasha feels out of reach, except for her regular texts. She always tells me goodnight. I like how I’m on her mind at night. It’s the only thing keeping me from losing my temper about how this engagement is one long fucking tease.
I’m looking through my texts from Natasha when Tack arrives with Siobhan on the back of his hog.
As they find a spot in the parking lot, I notice an asshole on the street is eyeballing me while manhandling his date. I think the chick was checking me out because he’s calling her a whore. When he says some shit about my diseased dick, I lunge for the asshole. Of course, he takes off running, leaving his woman behind.
“He was my ride,” she whines to me as Tack and Siobhan head our direction.
“Have some respect for yourself,” I growl in response and slap cash in her hand. “And take a fucking rideshare home, dumbass.”
Once the woman wanders off, Siobhan swoons into Tack’s arms. “Please tell me that’s the kind of romantic discourse we can look forward to this evening, Bear O’Malley.”
“Why are you already riding my ass?” I grumble, refusing to settle down until I see Natasha.
Siobhan ignores my nasty tone and smooths out my black T-shirt under my vest. “You look handsome tonight. Very appealing. Natasha’s panties will likely explode with lust.”
My temper switches off under the power of her compliments. Siobhan is more acidic than her mom, but she still wields the kind of soft touch capable of bringing a rough man to his knees.
“You’re going to make an asshole happy one day,” I tell her while Tack studies the traffic speeding by.
Tugging at her clingy white T-shirt, Siobhan smiles up at me. “I’m planning to flirt a lot tonight. No cockblocking,” she says and then points at Tack. “None from you either.”
“I thought you were here to supervise their date,” Tack asks and frowns at the arriving convoy of black SUVs.
“As the mother of twins, I’m an ace at multitasking. I’ll chaperone the date, support my drummer bestie, and find me a man. I really am the modern woman at her best.”
Once the line of SUVs pulls up to the curb, the front doors instantly open. Several men hurry to the middle vehicle’s back door and escort Natasha out. I’d be annoyed by the over-the-top display of Kovak power if I weren’t transfixed by her.
Gorgeous as always, Natasha wears faded blue jeans and a “Be Kind” pale blue T-shirt. She looks casual, yet I’m very aware of how her clothes aren’t her usual baggy getup. These jeans fit her ass perfectly, and the thin shirt clings to her perfect tits.
My dick instantly aches, remembering exactly what it’s missing. No woman’s ever felt half as good as Natasha did. Two years wasn’t enough time to kill the addiction, and I can’t wait for another taste.
I’m on her lips as soon as she walks over to Siobhan. Natasha flinches under the power of my need for her. She presses her hands against my chest as if to stop me. But she never pushes me away. Her lips hungrily meet mine.
I only let her go when I remember her busted lip. Her face looks better than at my house, but the skin hasn’t healed completely yet.
“I’m not apologizing,” I mutter when I notice Siobhan snickering at me and Natasha staring like I might be too much man for her to handle. “I haven’t seen you in days.”
“Maybe you can send him selfies,” Siobhan suggests as we move to the club’s black, double front door.
“I’m not sending nudes,” Natasha insists and frowns at me.
“I don’t need a picture to remember what you look like naked.”
Natasha seems startled by my desire and hostility. I’m also a little surprised by that second one.
I suspect I’m irritated by the size of the security detail sent with her. Tack and I can handle whatever threats might pop up, yet my chaperoned date now has more supervision than I was expecting.
Once inside, Natasha stops staring at me and hurries over to see Hunter. Siobhan ditches Tack for the same reason. The three besties chat next to the stage.
Hunter looks at me and then Tack. She gives us head nods and warm smiles. I wasn’t sure what to make of the rich redhead when she started coming around our local haunts. Tack was into her instantly.
Though they’ve long been hot for each other in a pretty obvious way, Hunter is cold inside. She just cut Tack loose once he said the wrong thing. I like Hunter well enough as a person, but I don’t know why Tack keeps his dick locked away for her.
Of course, she’s looking damn hot tonight in her camo pants and a beige tank top. Her red hair is shortish but not boyish. She’s got it mostly hidden in a backward cap.
