“I got the right room.” Belligerently, bozo tried to peer over his shoulder. “Sugar britches, Buck’s here!”
Calder ground his teeth together so hard he would have to make a dentist appointment when he returned to Jamestown… if he lived until then. The men weren’t happy, and they were getting unhappier by the minute when Crazy Bitch didn’t answer.
“You gonna move or what?” Buck asked, his beady eyes narrowing on him.
Calder braced himself for the fight he could see there wasn’t going to be a way out of.
He was about to punch the smart-mouthed fucker when the door across the hall opened and Shade appeared.
“You need some help, Calder?”
The redneck turned at the question, seeing Shade standing shirtless in jeans that he hadn’t bothered to zip, his body heavily covered in tattoos, giving the four men pause.
The door next to Shade’s opened and Razer came out, naked and uncaring.
The redneck’s jaw dropped open in astonishment.
When the door next to his opened, Calder didn’t have to look to know that Stud had joined the party.
Calder grinned wickedly at Buck. “I’m good. They just wanted to introduce themselves in person. Now that they have, they can leave. Isn’t that right?”
“Yeah, that’s right. Nice meeting you.” The men backed away, leaving them alone in the hall.
Crazy Bitch peeked her head out from over his shoulder. “Leaving so soon…?”
Calder took a step forward, shutting the door on her before she could say something that would escalate in a free-for-all in the hallway.
“Thanks, brothers.”
Calder couldn’t help noticing the myriad of tattoos on Shade’s body. He had several himself, but not nearly as many that covered Shade’s, even dipping below his unbuttoned jeans. No one could miss the ones on his arms and neck, but he hadn’t seen him without his shirt on before.
Shade and Razer gave him a curt nod before going into their respective rooms, leaving him and Stud alone.
“How did you know to come outside?” Calder asked his brother curiously.
“Crazy Bitch sent Sex Piston a text to tell me to get my ass outside. I assume she sent the same text to Beth and Lily. What did you do to piss her off this time?”
Calder thought back, realizing she had given him a warning when she hadn’t liked how he had blamed his sore dick on her.
“Apparently, I apologized too late for something I said.” Next time, he would be faster, or keep his big mouth shut.
“Brother, you’ve been around that crazy bitch long enough to be smart enough to fuck her with one foot on the bed and the other one ready to run.”
Stud didn’t know how true his warning was.
“I’ll let you go back to bed. If I’m not at breakfast, you know she killed me in my sleep.”
“You should be safe. I saw her peeking over your shoulder at Shade. That always puts them in a good mood.”
“Did you know he had that many tattoos?” If Calder didn’t like him, and if Shade hadn’t saved his and Star’s life a couple of hours ago, he would be tempted to throw the dangerous biker off the balcony.
“Jealous?” Stud gave him a commiserating look. “Don’t let it get to you. I use it to my advantage.”
“I don’t want her thinking of anyone but me when I’m fucking her.”
“You could get more tattoos?” Stud suggested. “If it bothers you that bad.”
“I might do that.” He twisted the doorknob to go back inside his room.
“Just so you know, Shade isn’t the only Last Rider who gets them horny.”
Jealous, he turned back to his brother. “Who else do I have to kill?”
“Knox.”
“That’s easy.” He shrugged. “I’ll just work out more if she’s into muscles.” He scoffed at him having to be worried about Knox.
“It’s not the muscles that get their motors running; it’s his tongue ring… and the ones he’s got on his cock.”
Calder’s hand unconsciously went to his still recovering dick as he ran the tip of his tongue over suddenly dry lips. “You know, the more I think about it, I don’t have a reason to be jealous of them. Shade and Knox are happily married men, right?”
“Keep telling yourself that, brother. That’s what I tell myself. It’s a hell of a lot easier than getting your dick pierced… or getting a bad tattoo.”
“One thing is for sure—it won’t be as painful.”
Opening the door, he saw Crazy Bitch lying on the bed, watching a movie. Shutting and locking the door behind him, he started to sweat when he saw it was a porno.
Switching from his jeans back to shorts, he carefully lay down on the bed next to her, trying not to flinch when she cuddled up to him. The low moans from the television made him nervous.
“You didn’t forget that Dr. Price said I couldn’t have sex for a week, did you?”
“Hot thang…”
He swallowed hard when she glanced up with eyes that had turned slumberous with passion.