DECK

I was staring at my phone that was sitting in the middle of the table. The men around the table could do nothing but stare, too.

We had come to the bar and grill to give the girls some time on their own to make the costumes for the dance recital, which was in a few days.

The atmosphere there was great, and we enjoyed some downtime at the bar instead of the club sometimes.

So we had been there for only a few hours, shooting the shit and trying to figure out the clusterfuck with the rogue soldier when Steel called Booth in a panic. Apparently, Mia was drunk and said some shit to piss him off concerning the prospect that was keeping an eye on them.

It was kind of funny to hear Steel’s amped-up voice worrying about who Mia was going to fuck. We had all been having a laugh after he hung up when Booth’s phone went off again. Thinking it was Steel again, he answered it on speakerphone, so we were all a little shocked when Stella’s slurred voice came over the line giving Booth what for, calling him ‘Boothie poos’ and quoting Elvis songs. It was fucking hilarious as was Booth’s reaction. He was not too pleased with the thought of Stella getting a ‘rogering,’ but he did look impressed that she had a pair of his boxers under her pillow. But it was Stella’s admission of being a virgin that had his eyes narrowing, his jaw ticking, and sweat beading on his forehead.

But now, staring at my phone screen, I had to say I was pretty shocked, and judging from my brothers’ faces, so were they.

“Fuck me!” Mannix exclaimed.

“Never thought I would hear any of that coming from her sweet mouth,” Booth said.

“Holy fuck, brother, you fucked her in the dance room?” Darth asked.

“I don’t think Charlotte is drinking shandies, brother,” pointed out Creed.

I didn’t know what was worse. The fact my dick was so hard I could ram nails with it while sitting here with a bunch of blokes, or that my woman was obviously very, very drunk and was supposed to be in charge of our daughter.

“I think we need to get back to the compound,” Booth announced as he abruptly stood up from the table. His feelings for Stella were more than he let on. Only fuck if I knew why he didn’t go for it. Stella was beautiful and genuine. He would be better off with her than the soul girls he fucked.

All of us got up and took off to our bikes. The bar and grill had an outside drinking and dining area, and during the warmer months, we sat out there. Giving the waitresses a chin lift, we left. No need to pay a tab since we owned the fucking joint.

The ride back was non-eventful thank fuck. Being on alert all the time was a pain in the arse. The sooner we found this prick rogue soldier, the better. I wanted my family safe, but that cunt had them in his sights, and that was a big fucking problem. No one hurt what was mine.

 

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All thoughts were firmly elsewhere when we walked into the main room of the compound.

“Fuck, I thought the sex party was a disaster. This doesn’t even have a category,” Mannix exclaimed, taking in the madness.

“What in the ever-loving fucking fuck. Sweetness!” I shouted as loud as I could over the orchestra music playing from the speakers.

“Oh, thank fuck. Can I go now?” Dundee begged, not even bothering to wait for any orders. He just got up from his post at the bar, covered his eyes, and ran past the women.

The commotion finally got Charlie’s attention. When she saw me, her face lit up with my smile, if a little wonky from the amount of alcohol she had obviously consumed.

Of course, the other thing giving away that they were drunk was the fact the three women were dancing around in only their bra and panties—if you could call the scraps of lace on my woman’s body a bra and panties. Her bra was what I had heard her call a demi-cup. Whatever. All I knew was her breasts were spilling deliciously over the top. Her barely-there knickers matched in colour and style. The cheeks of her perfectly heart-shaped arse peeked out from below the lacy material. Fuck, I was so hard.

Though I was trying not to look at the other women, I couldn’t help but notice they were in similar styles of sexy underthings. I also noticed Booth’s eyes glued to Stella’s tits.

“Fuck, Stella, you got some fucking perky tits, honey.” Mannix let out a low, slow wolf whistle. “And fuck me, Mia, I had no idea you had that hiding under those cute T-shirts you wear. And, Teach—”

“Don’t you fucking say one word,” I interrupted Mannix, barely holding on.

Booth wasn’t doing too much better than I was. His fists were balled so tight by his sides, they were turning white. I could see his jaw clenched tightly shut.
            The music shut off thanks to Creed. His usual scowl was lifting very slightly at the corners. It couldn’t be called a smile by any means, but I could see he was amused, and I would have been, too, if these fuckers weren’t there looking at what was only for my eyes.

“Charlie, where are your clothes? Fucking hell, Mannix, will you fucking stop staring at her tits?” I screamed at the room in general. I would fuck him up.

“Honey, hi. My clothes are with my ears and my brain and Stella’s legs,” Charlie said in an oh-so-serious voice.

“Stella, is this what I pay you for?” Booth asked quietly. His tone had a nasty edge to it. Arsehole.

Stella gasped at his comment as her eyes instantly teared up.

“Go to hell, Booth,” she whispered to him in a hurt voice. Grabbing her clothes, she mumbled an apology to Charlie and Mia, then turned and ran from the room.

“Fuck! Stella, I’m sorry. Come back,” Booth boomed after her, but Stella had gone out the door.

“Good one, Pres. Wanna go find Shiloh and tell her Santa isn’t real while you’re at it?” Darth spat at our president, shaking his head in disgust. He gave Charlie one last incredulous look, then headed off after Stella, I presumed.

“Fuck you,” Booth muttered, striding towards his room.

“We have to hide the booze when these chicks are on their own,” Creed said as he gathered up Mia’s clothes. How he could tell the difference between hers and Charlie’s, I had no idea.

“Come on, Mia baby, I will take you home.”

“Home. I have no one at my home, just me. Steel is fucking my sister, and she is a slut. She isn’t good enough for him. I could love him better than her. Really, Creed, I could.”

Oh, God, those women have verbal diarrhoea when drunk.

Holding her hoodie out for Mia to put her arms through, Creed nodded his head in understanding. “I’m sure you can, baby. Now come on. Let’s get going,” he said, soothing her gently.

Allowing him to dress her, Mia looked up at Creed with soft eyes. “Will you sleep with me, Creed? Maybe if I’m not a virgin anymore, Steel might like me more.”

“Fucking Steel,” Creed muttered quietly. His narrowed glare told me exactly what he would like to do with our VP the next time he saw him.

“Anytime, beautiful, but in the morning, this will all be a painful memory.”

Bending at the waist, Creed pushed his shoulder into Mia’s belly and hoisted her up in a firefighter’s carry. “I’ll take her home and stay the night to make sure she doesn’t choke on her own puke. Fuck me, Deck, remember when we used to dodge bullets and kill shit?”

I grinned at my road captain and laughed at him. “Yeah, I remember, brother, but my dick was never this happy—or my heart.”

Creed grunted as Mia, in a state of oblivion, tapped a tune out on his jean-clad arse. “Serve the fucker right if I did pop her cherry,” he mumbled.

But I knew he wouldn’t. Creed never slept with any of the girls here, and Mia was like a little sister to him.

I was sure he got relief from someone out there when he was on the road, but here at the compound, he kept everything strictly on a friend basis. A bit of cuddling and handholding was all I had ever seen from him.

“Well, brother, as entertaining as your woman is drunk as fuck, I am going to go find Rainn or Ingrid—or fucking both—and get my rocks off. The image of these three chicks is forever burned in my mind.” Mannix gave me a shoulder punch, then leaned down and gave Charlie a kiss on her temple. “Thanks for the visual, Teach. I will never look at you in those tight skirts and pretty blouses the same ever again.”

“Fucking hell, Mannix,” I said in a low, harsh voice. He knew how to mess with me, and he was only messing with me. If anyone in the club knew what it felt like to be cheated on, it was Mannix. In fact, cheating was not a strong enough word for what the bitch did to him.

I turned my attention back to Charlie, who was sitting on a kitchen chair with her body partially covered with a feathered something or other that was nowhere near her size.

 “Deck, have you seen my brain?”

Fuck me. Here we go.

“No, Charlie, I haven’t, and neither have you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be drunk while you are supposed to be looking after Shiloh.” I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. I didn’t mean them, not really, not the way they sounded, anyway.

Shiloh had always been protected from any kind of really bad behaviour. I mean, obviously the cursing couldn’t be hidden from her, and yeah, she swore a bit herself. She was a parrot. But any sex, fighting, or heavy drinking was not done in front of her. So seeing Charlie, Mia, and Stella obliterated shocked the shit out of me. And if I were honest, I was a little disappointed in her. So, instead of closing my mouth, dropping to my knees, and begging for her to forget I said that shit, I continued with my tirade.

“Excuse me?” Charlie gasped, shock on her beautiful face.

“You heard me. My daughter was in your care, and you’re drunk. Where is Shiloh?” Shut up, Deck, you stupid motherfucker.

Charlie jumped out of the chair she was sitting in. All evidence of her happy mood was completely gone from her face. Now all I saw was hurt. Pure hurt that I caused with my nasty words. Shit, I needed to stop this shit before I went too far if I hadn’t already.

I watched as Charlie hastily grabbed her clothes and pulled the shirt on over her pretty peach and cream bra. She found her skirt, a little tight pull-on number. Her movements were unsteady, the alcohol rendering her quite uncoordinated. I watched her as she shimmied into the skirt, and I had to say, it turned me on. My dick was twitching behind my zipper despite the arctic green eyes glaring at me. And the scowl on her face was definitely not my smile. My heart sank in my chest. I had fucked up.

 Oh, fuck, I think I may be in a bit of strife.