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“Come on,” Amelia encouraged, tossing me a package of shiny flesh-colored tights I could wear underneath my Lycra shorts, “live a little. You know you want to.”
I did want to. I wanted to break out of my shell, dress up a little naughty, and support my man at his charity MMA match. Biting my lip, I kissed Ryder on his head for good luck before saying, “Fine. I’m in.”
Chapter 13
Bishop
With all that had been going on in my life, I’d almost forgotten about the charity MMA match I’d signed up for before going to prison. When I realized I was going to be able to whale on cops without retribution, I couldn’t banish the smile from my face.
This wasn’t a small event. This annual match pulled in close to a thousand people. We could have sold double that, but the arena could only safely hold that many. One hundred percent of the proceeds collected were donated to a charity that supported children suffering from pediatric cancers. Since one of our Club Brothers had a son who’d been diagnosed with Leukemia a few years ago, we gave back in any way we could, as often as we could. And if punching asshole cops and pretty boy firefighters in the face would benefit kids with cancer, who the fuck was I to say no?
The rest of the Club was downing beers and shots of Jack when I walked into the rec room. I’d just gotten back into town after riding West on Club business. Boy, did it feel great to get on my bike and follow the open road for hours. The silence, fresh air, and long stretches of highway had helped with the cooped-up feeling I couldn’t shake after leaving Cantiville.
Now that I was back though, I was jonesing for Evie hard. I felt fucking starved of her attention and I’d only been gone for three days. Fuck if I wasn’t becoming a goddamned simp for the woman. I called her each night, talking with her for over an hour, then beating off to the thought of her face, tits, and ass, before I went to bed more satisfied than any other time in my life. Yup. I’d entered boyfriend territory, all right, and I didn’t care one fucking bit.
“You ready to kick some pig’s ass?” Reaper asked when I strolled into the room, handing me a bottle of beer.
“Hell yeah.” I grinned, the excitement of ass-whooping LEO equal to Christmas morning to my inner child.
“Bet that cocksucker won’t even last more than a minute with you,” Bomb said, handing me a shot of amber liquid I could only assume was whiskey before I slugged it down and discovered that’s exactly what it was.
“I can’t say I’m not jealous of you tonight, Brother,” German spoke from beside the pool table where he’d been racking a new game. Cici was standing beside him, red solo cup in hand, pretending not to care about our conversation but hanging on every word.
Hammer was in the corner of the room talking with Daniella when he shouted, “Exhibition match or not, I say you knock the fucker out cold for those false charges you served six months for over at Cantiville! Teach him a lesson his body will never recover from, Brother.”
I couldn’t argue with Hammer’s logic. I wanted to unleash on the poor bastard who was getting in the ring with me tonight. As much rage as I had pent up, that asshole didn’t stand a chance once I decided to let it all hang out.
German headed over to the bar to get a drink and Cici casually strolled over to my side. “I bet that cop doesn’t even get one hit in before you knock him out cold,” she began, licking her lips suggestively as her eyes traveled down my body with obvious longing.
“Thanks,” I said, not wanting to be rude, but also not having enough patience, or a buzz, to deal with this conversation right now.
“You’re definitely in top shape, Bishop. The best I’ve ever seen you in,” she continued, laying it on thick.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I eagerly extracted it. Evie must have gotten the text I’d sent her as soon as I’d pulled up to the Clubhouse. Scanning it over, I read that she and the girls would be down soon. Pocketing my cell, I sipped my beer. I couldn’t wait to show my girl her surprise. It was something I knew was going to excite her more than candy or flowers ever could.
“Did you hear what I said, Bishop?” Cici demanded, suddenly annoyed with me.
“Sorry, no,” I replied, my eyes darting up to the entranceway of the room to check if Evie was there yet.
“I said I’ll be rooting for you tonight,” she repeated, pushing out her enhanced chest that was on full display in a one-piece, painted-on, pink bodycon dress that resembled a shiny sheet of latex.
Who the hell else would she be rooting for? I thought with chagrin. The cops? The firefighters? I didn’t doubt for one second that Cici’s loyalties would shift depending on her current motives. They always had, and I was fairly certain, they always would.
I tried not to laugh at her intended compliment and hid my smile behind the neck of my beer. “Thanks, Cici.”
“If you’d like a little pregame action,” she pivoted, licking her lips and running a finger down my midsection, “I can help you out with that. You know how good I can make you feel, Baby.”
I barely heard the rest of her offer. My girl walked into the room then and everyone else faded away. Turning, I nearly had a stroke when I saw what she was wearing.
Fuck me! She had on a pair of micro spandex shorts and a fitted crop top that emphasized her tiny waist and large tits. And, goddamn, was that my name written on the back of her shirt? And our Club name scrolled across her amazing cleavage? I think I’d died and gone to heaven!
Evie’s glorious thick mane was loose down her back. It was done up into beachy waves that kissed each sultry curve of her body as it swayed back and forth when she moved. She, or more likely, my sister, had done her makeup in a bold, sexy style that made her look like a naughty little sex kitten. Her large green eyes radiated up at me and it was all I could do not to fall inside of them and drown in their all-consuming, liquid depths.
Snapping back to reality, I adjusted my hard-on in my jeans and strode over purposefully to my girl. Lifting her into my arms, my mouth ravished hers. Yeah, it was good to be home. There was no doubt about that.
Evie giggled as I pinned her against the wall. “Are you my own personal ring girl, Babe?”
Nodding, Evie bit her bottom lip and said breathily, “Do you like it?”
