Gabe nods. I don't know what he sees in my eyes, or if it's my tone or what, but something seems to have gone through. “I'll watch over her.” He straightens, pulling free of my grip as I relax it. His pride isn't gone, but at least he's fucking listening. He opens his mouth as if to say more, but instead he turns to Sophia. “Sis, come on. Let's go home.”
The look he sends me is dark and angry, but if I can keep just one little girl from—fuck. Hopefully Gabe's a man of his word.
They run off. There's nothing left to see, so the crowd disperses too, though several of them are whispering together and looking back at me. I shouldn't have lost it, but it is what it is. A few have piled around the bikes to check them out, but when one gets too handsy, I chase them off.
Then I catch Emily looking at me, her eyes wide. She's got her lower lip trapped between her teeth, but for once, it's not a sex thing. Her eyes are shiny, and she looks ready to fucking weep. There's so much goddamn sympathy in that look it makes me sick. “Save it for someone who needs it,” I growl at her.
“You need it,” she says simply, like she just fucking knows. I'd think one of the guys told her, but they wouldn't. Never.
“I don't need anything, other than that kid learning how to take better care of his sister. You don't have to make a fuss out of it.” I turn my back so I don't have to see the goddamn pity. “Fuck this. Let's go home. There's beer waiting.”
I get back on my bike and ride home without looking to see if they follow.
21
WILD CHILD
It's like the sluts could smell there was a fucking party on the air. By the time we get back, they're all over Bear and Viking and Hawk and Chef and anyone who's got a free hand or a dick to fuck or suck. It's almost so a guy feels a little left out.
It's almost worth it to see Emily's expression, though. Alexis probably was a sword-swallower in a previous life, and she loves to show off that skill for anyone who'll sit still for her. So pretty much everyone.
Not that everyone's fucking. Some are just here for the beer. Some of the guys have old ladies at home, and some of those choose not to partake. Eagle-eye never messes with the sluts, as much as any of them would throw themselves at him if they thought they had a chance. He wants grown women, not little girls, he says, but there aren't many presidents who would stick to their principles like he does.
Still, it's the sex Emily notices, from the way she's gone red as a fucking lobster and how she doesn't seem to know exactly where to look, so she's looking nowhere and everywhere at once.
I lean in. “They look like they're having fun,” I whisper into her ear. “We could join them, if you want.”
Her head snaps my way, then she shakes it like there's a bug on her face. “My God, I could never… I mean—”
“Or we could go to my room. You know, bring Hero and King. We could have a private party, just the four of us.” I pat her on the ass. “You look sexy as fuck in Hero's clothes, but you look even sexier out of them.”
Hero catches that and gives my shoulder a shove. “Give her a fucking break. This isn't her scene.”
“Are you sure?” I grin as he flashes his attention to Emily, only to snap back at me when he sees how mortified she looks.
“Yeah, I'm fucking sure.”
Janey spots us from across the room, and if you've ever seen a cat approach a piece of raw meat, that's about how she looks now. She's slinky and sexy as fuck, but you know she has claws. And I think she's eager to dig them into Emily. “Crazed slut at one o'clock,” I mumble to Hero, who nods. If anything, Emily's eyes widen even more, if that's fucking possible.
The two women lock eyes, and I'm starting to think there's something more between them than I'm aware of. Take it from someone who knows fucking crazy, Janey's eyes are pure wildness. Do we need to keep an eye open? Then again, she's always valued her position as queen bitch. Just got to make sure she realizes that Emily's not a threat.
“Don't worry, babe,” I say to Emily and give her gorgeous fucking ass a squeeze. “We'll protect you. Janey's a lot of bark, but she's not going to bite. Not while she knows you're ours.”
“Are you sure?” she asks with a tremor in her voice.
Janey takes the opportunity to come closer. She goes right up to King, puts her hand under his chin and slides it down to his throat. “You guys have to find yourself a real woman. There's no way the rich brat can handle the three of you like I do. Ditch her and take me somewhere to fuck. You don't have to watch her all the time. Where the fuck would she go?”