MC BIKER ROMANCE: Bad Boy Romance: BETRAYED: (New Adult Motorcycle Club Navy SEAL Romance) (Contemporary Military Romance Thriller) by Kate Shepherd
Authors: Kate Shepherd
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always have to play second to her friend.
“You get to take home the two finalists or just the winner?” she commented, drawing my attention away from my thoughts.
I shrugged. To be honest, I wasn’t really in the mood for a groupie, a pair of groupies or any combination thereof. I wasn’t really aware of that until Dish presented the idea. “I’ll probably let somebody else have the honor tonight.”
“Wow,” she laughed. “Sounds like Peach is starting to get her Bulldog on a short leash.”
“It doesn’t have shit to do with Peach,” I snapped.
Dish raised a hand and widened her eyes. “Just kidding.”
I knew it had come out in a harsh tone, but I wasn’t going to apologize for it. I wondered if Dish knew what Peach was up to. I knew that women talked about guys and what was going on in their relationships and all that bullshit, but Dish and Peach weren’t regular women. Did they still talk about that stuff? I wasn’t sure how to lead into that conversation, so I held my tongue.
With a long stretch of silence, most women would have excused themselves and moved on to a different target, but Dish didn’t seem to mind silence. She sipped her drink and looked on with half-hearted interest in the rodeo. I tried not to be obvious about it, but I was checking her out.
Dish kept her hair cut short and it was dark colored. She had smallish, narrow, brown eyes that didn’t draw attention like the large, blue ones of her friend. She was a little more on the buff side than Peach, but she was stacked. Her event would be a wet t-shirt contest, I thought. The more I looked at her, the more I realized that she really wasn’t a slouch. She didn’t have the stand-out features that Peach had, nor the flamboyant personality to go with it, but she was still pretty well put together.
“So”—Dish interrupted my thoughts—“you got one picked out for the night or are you going for two?”
“What makes you think…” I cut off the question before I finished it, because Dish had already started laughing. I shrugged and grinned.
“Well?” she pressed.
“Haven’t picked one out yet,” I replied. “That doesn’t mean I’m not going to.” The statement about being on a short leash already had me in something of a rebellious mood. I couldn’t let Dish or anybody else think that I was headed to the altar.
“Why not me?” she said casually.
The question came out of nowhere and it was a shock to hear it. She was Peach’s best friend and she’d just propositioned me. Women didn’t do that sort of thing, did they? Maybe they did if they were trying to get even with somebody for something, but as a general rule, a woman didn’t sleep with her best friend’s guy. I wasn’t sure how to answer her, so I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess because you’re Peach’s best friend.”
“What does that have to do with anything? You two are just havin’ fun, not settling down, right?”
She sort of had me trapped. I’d told her that I was free to do whatever I wanted, but she’d nailed me down. “Peach would slit my throat,” I responded. I’d already started to entertain the idea of checking out the set of knockers on Dish, but after the way that Peach had been acting lately, something about it didn’t seem exactly right.
“Peach doesn’t have to know, right?” she suggested. “I don’t go around advertising who I’ve slept with. Do you?”
She had another valid point. I didn’t know if Peach knew that I fooled around whenever she was out of town or even when she was in town. If she did, she never said anything about it. But with the way she’d been acting lately, I was starting to get the feeling that she might actually… I stopped in the middle of that thought, remembered the “short leash” comment and decided that maybe doing Peach’s best friend was a great way to show that I was still independent. I tossed back the last of my drink, sat the glass down rather firmly. “What do
“You get to take home the two finalists or just the winner?” she commented, drawing my attention away from my thoughts.
I shrugged. To be honest, I wasn’t really in the mood for a groupie, a pair of groupies or any combination thereof. I wasn’t really aware of that until Dish presented the idea. “I’ll probably let somebody else have the honor tonight.”
“Wow,” she laughed. “Sounds like Peach is starting to get her Bulldog on a short leash.”
“It doesn’t have shit to do with Peach,” I snapped.
Dish raised a hand and widened her eyes. “Just kidding.”
I knew it had come out in a harsh tone, but I wasn’t going to apologize for it. I wondered if Dish knew what Peach was up to. I knew that women talked about guys and what was going on in their relationships and all that bullshit, but Dish and Peach weren’t regular women. Did they still talk about that stuff? I wasn’t sure how to lead into that conversation, so I held my tongue.
With a long stretch of silence, most women would have excused themselves and moved on to a different target, but Dish didn’t seem to mind silence. She sipped her drink and looked on with half-hearted interest in the rodeo. I tried not to be obvious about it, but I was checking her out.
Dish kept her hair cut short and it was dark colored. She had smallish, narrow, brown eyes that didn’t draw attention like the large, blue ones of her friend. She was a little more on the buff side than Peach, but she was stacked. Her event would be a wet t-shirt contest, I thought. The more I looked at her, the more I realized that she really wasn’t a slouch. She didn’t have the stand-out features that Peach had, nor the flamboyant personality to go with it, but she was still pretty well put together.
“So”—Dish interrupted my thoughts—“you got one picked out for the night or are you going for two?”
“What makes you think…” I cut off the question before I finished it, because Dish had already started laughing. I shrugged and grinned.
“Well?” she pressed.
“Haven’t picked one out yet,” I replied. “That doesn’t mean I’m not going to.” The statement about being on a short leash already had me in something of a rebellious mood. I couldn’t let Dish or anybody else think that I was headed to the altar.
“Why not me?” she said casually.
The question came out of nowhere and it was a shock to hear it. She was Peach’s best friend and she’d just propositioned me. Women didn’t do that sort of thing, did they? Maybe they did if they were trying to get even with somebody for something, but as a general rule, a woman didn’t sleep with her best friend’s guy. I wasn’t sure how to answer her, so I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess because you’re Peach’s best friend.”
“What does that have to do with anything? You two are just havin’ fun, not settling down, right?”
She sort of had me trapped. I’d told her that I was free to do whatever I wanted, but she’d nailed me down. “Peach would slit my throat,” I responded. I’d already started to entertain the idea of checking out the set of knockers on Dish, but after the way that Peach had been acting lately, something about it didn’t seem exactly right.
“Peach doesn’t have to know, right?” she suggested. “I don’t go around advertising who I’ve slept with. Do you?”
She had another valid point. I didn’t know if Peach knew that I fooled around whenever she was out of town or even when she was in town. If she did, she never said anything about it. But with the way she’d been acting lately, I was starting to get the feeling that she might actually… I stopped in the middle of that thought, remembered the “short leash” comment and decided that maybe doing Peach’s best friend was a great way to show that I was still independent. I tossed back the last of my drink, sat the glass down rather firmly. “What do
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