Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Bri laughed. “Yeah, if you think that you had to strong arm him, you’re delusional. No one is convincing Rage to have sex with someone he doesn’t want.”
“I agree with that. As far as I know, my cousin isn’t sticking his man meat into any club sister for a reason.”
“Could that reason be he’s related to most of them?” Lyric asked. “Because…eww.”
Bri added, “There are plenty of women in our circle he could fuck that wouldn’t make it a redneck romance.”
“Very few,” Lyric said.
“It only takes one.” Bri cocked an eyebrow in Lyric’s direction.
“And our girl is that one!” Avery crowed and punched the air with both fists in her excitement.
“Stop making it into something it isn’t.”
“We’ll see,” Avery said, wearing a shit-eating grin.
“I regret this night out,” Lyric grumbled.
Avery countered with, “I don’t! What’s better than watching hot, sexy, mostly naked men and sharing juicy gossip?”
“My privacy.”
“Privacy isn’t a word that exists in the DAMC’s vocabulary,” Bri reminded her. “It’s an illusion.”
Unfortunately, that was too true.
When the tattooed guy appeared at their table a short time later, Lyric did a double take. He remained shirtless but now wore thigh-hugging, rip-away pants. She must have missed when both the song and the dancer on stage changed.
“Hi.”
“Hiiiiiiii!” Avery drew out, flipping her red hair and flashing him big green puppy dog eyes.
Her damn smile couldn’t get any bigger.
The dancer placed his spread fingertips on the table and leaned in. “Is everything okay here?”
Good lord, he had a delicious voice. His body was even better.
“Just peachy,” Bri chirped.
“I wanted to stop over here to say hello and make sure you ladies are okay.” His eyes never left Lyric.
Lyric tipped her head slightly. “Thank you for your concern.”
“You’re a great dancer!” Avery chirped.
“Mmm hmm. Impressive,” Bri said next.
However, the stripper didn’t even look at Lyric’s companions. Instead, he kept staring at her as if waiting for her to add her response. Or maybe he was stopping by for a tip.
“Would you like a private dance?”
Lyric glanced to her right to look at Bri, then left to look at Avery, only to find out he was asking her. Her eyes went wide and she slapped a hand to her chest. “Me?”
He tipped his head to the side and the pitch of his voice dropped even deeper. “If you’re interested.”
Lyric lifted a palm. “Oh, no. But I appreciate the offer.”
Avery snorted. Bri chuckled.
“Anytime.” He shared a smile before rapping on the table with a knuckle. He went to turn, but paused. “Nice ink.”
“Oh…uh…”
“She’s a tattoo artist!” Avery spouted. “The best! She manages In the Shadows Ink in Shadow Valley. You should make an appointment with her to fill in some of those negative areas on your very hot, very sexy body.”
Lyric groaned and wanted to slide under the table.
One dark eyebrow rose. “Do you have a card?”
“No, not on me,” Lyric answered, wishing she could teleport to the moon.
“She can give you her number,” Bri rushed to say.
With a disappointed expression, he ran both hands down the sides of his track pants. “I don’t have my phone on me.”
He didn’t have much of anything on him. “Another time,” Lyric quickly said before her club sisters had her engaged to some random stripper.
“Another time, then.” He gave her a wink and disappeared.
Avery elbowed her and leaned closer. “You should go for it. Especially after you said that you and Rage aren’t a thing.”
“We’re not.”
“So, he won’t have anything to say if you test drive a new model.”
“Avery!”
“When you’re shopping for cars, you never buy the first model you drive.”
“Will you stop?”
Avery shrugged. “I’m just saying.”
Unfortunately, Bri picked up from there. “It’s not a bad idea, girl. And if what you’re saying is true, Rage should have no problem with it.”
“Of course not, we’re not a thing,” Lyric insisted.
“But if you want to be a thing, bringing that smoking hot, sexy-as-fuck guy around might make you and Rage a thing. You know our club brothers are stubborn as hell and sometimes need to be whacked upside the head—hard—for them to figure out what they really want. Look at Zeke and Kyra.”
“I’m not going to use that guy to get what I want!”
Oh shit. That was a horrible slip of the tongue.
“I knew it!” Avery yelled, once again bouncing in her seat.
Shit.
“Maybe we should make a plan,” Bri said to Avery.
Shit. “No.”
“No point in oiling that catcher’s mitt if you’re not catching any balls with it,” Avery insisted.
Lyric groaned and bounced her forehead off the table a few times.
“Are you sure everything is okay over here?”
Holy crap. The guy was back, this time with his blue eyes flashing and wearing a knowing grin.
“No, and I’ll tell you how you can fix that…” Avery started.
Chapter Twenty-Two
As it turned out, she and Dave the Dancer had their numbers now programmed into each other’s cell phones.