“You’re a little ho,” Chantelle giggles later that night when I’m back inside, still aching from Mason fucking me against the wall, still throbbing from the pleasure he brought to me.

“I couldn’t help it, he gave me no choice.” I grin, and she wiggles her brows.

“I can’t say I blame you, girl, I would have been all over that, too.”

I look over at Mason, who is watching me with a rugged expression, dark and dangerous, possessive even. My skin tingles. No man has ever looked at me like that before, and I’m starting to think I just might like it. A lot.

“I’m starting to think round two might be on the cards for later,” I say to Chan, grinning.

“I wish that was me, I’m too afraid to go and speak to Boston,” she admits, “He looks so ... scary.”

“Speaking of Boston, are you totally sure Penny isn’t into him? I kind of feel like she is.”

Chantelle’s eyes widen. “She told me she isn’t, though.”

“Yeah, but she looks hesitant when she said that, like she was saying it purely because she didn’t want to admit she likes him.”

Chantelle frowns. “She told me again, when you were outside with Mason, that I should go talk to him.”

Wait, she did? That’s strange. Maybe I did read it wrong.

“Oh, maybe I read it wrong then, it just looked to me like she was far more into him than she was letting on, you know?”

Chantelle purses her lips. “I’ll tread carefully, but at the same time, if she isn’t going to claim him ...”

She does make a point, but still, this could get very very messy. If Penelope really does have something for Boston and Chantelle pursues it, it could end up causing a big problem.

“Just be careful, okay.”

“I’m not going to steal her man, Sas, but if he approaches me, and we connect, I’m not going to say no, either. Not if she is telling me to go ahead, twice!”

True.

“Fair call.”

The other girls return from smooching with their men, except Penelope, of course, because she was getting the next round of drinks.

“So.” Scarlett wiggles her brows. “Mason looks all broody and protective. What happened outside?”

“Let’s just say, when she gets up, that seat is going to be wet.” Chantelle laughs.

“Chan!” I giggle. “Ew!”

“Atta girl,” Charlie yells. “Go and get him!”

“Technically, he came and got me, but I certainly got him after that ...”

Scarlett squeals, causing all the men to turn and around and look. “Nothing to see here,” she tells them.

“Do you think you and Mason have something?” Amalie asks me, sipping her drink.

“To be totally honest with you, I have no idea what Mason and I are doing except having sex. But, he told me when he’s with me, I’m not to be with anyone else, so I’m not entirely sure what he means by that.”

I shrug and take a sip of my drink.

“Bikers are possessive, you’ve been warned,” Charlie points out. “If he’s saying that, there is a good chance you’re not going anywhere. Do you like him?”

I frown. “I mean, I do, he makes me feel things that I’ve literally never felt before and the sex, oh my lord, but I’m not even two months out of a long-term relationship ...”

“They say,” Penelope adds in, “to get over someone, you need to get under someone else!”

“Penny!” Scarlett gasps. “You’re a secret devil!”

She laughs. “It’s just a saying.”

“That’s probably all it is, some sort of rebound, right?” I say, pursing my lips in contemplation.

“Or maybe you realized your ex-boyfriend is a twat waffle and you can do better,” Chantelle throws in.

Scarlett nods. “What she said.”

“Maybe, but I don’t want to get too serious if it’s not. I’m not certain I’m over Enzo. I feel so good right now, it feels almost like a trap, like I’m going to wake up tomorrow and be utterly heartbroken still, and this thing with Mason is just a band-aid.”

“Maybe it is,” Amalie says, softly. “But that doesn’t mean it can’t grow. I mean, it might be a rebound right now, but in a few months, eventually, you might just find yourself over Enzo and wanting Mason.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I definitely want Mason,” I say, cheeks getting warm at the thought of the way he just took me outside. “I just don’t want to get hurt, either.”

“Well, we can’t say take it slow, because he’s already taken a dive into your panties, but just enjoy it, have fun with it, and see what happens. I think that’s all you can do,” Charlie adds, nodding at me.

“You’re right.”

“Speaking of Enzo, that douche, do you still talk to him?” Scarlett asks.

“Nah, I haven’t again since I told him I wasn’t coming back and I was done. Obviously, you saw the kind stranger he sent to me, or at least we think he sent to me. I’m starting to learn that everything I thought Enzo was was a lie.”

“And your skanky ho of a sister?” Charlie asks. “I could kill that woman, and I don’t even know her.”

“Still pregnant, as far as I know. No doubt still scheming against me. I’m certain she’s after something, I’m just not sure what. Or maybe it’s purely the fact that she likes to hurt me. I’m not sure why we never had the sisterly attachment, but it just isn’t there. She’ll do anything she can to make me suffer.”

“What a cow!” Scarlett huffs.

“Oh, she is,” Chantelle throws in. “They are nothing alike. At all. I could poke her eyes out. I’ve always hated her.”

“Still, it must have been awful to be betrayed by your own blood.” Amalie sighs. “I couldn’t imagine anything worse.”

“Yeah, it isn’t nice to find your boyfriend balls deep in your sister, let me tell you,” I mutter.

“Oh, my god,” Penny gasps. “That’s ... horrible.”

“And she’s now pregnant,” Charlie tells Penny.

“What!” Penny cries. “People are actually that heartless? My god!”

“Yep.” I nod. “That’s my sister, my blood. She loves taking what isn’t hers.”

“Imagine if she got her sights on Mason,” Chantelle mutters.

I glance over at Mason.

No, I don’t want to imagine that. Not at all. If my sister got her sights on him, I can guarantee she would take her chances.

I don’t know what I did to deserve such shitty family, but I’ll be glad the day I find a way to have them out of my life for good.

Especially her.

Yes, especially her.