Page 48 of Indecent Lies

As a growl brewed in his chest wall, it was Poppy who spoke first.

“Yes, I do. He owns me.”

He owns me.

The blast of her words… sure as hell he shouldn’t enjoy them, but he felt claimed by those three words.

All three men guffawed with barrel laughs.

Texas wouldn’t deny her the claim, not when Arson still had his eyes all over her where her shirt dipped down in front to showcase a fantastic rack.

“You want to take your eyes back, Arson.” He warned and clashed stares with the former brother.

Suddenly the air stirred because Arson, as Texas knew, loved nothing more than a challenge where pussy was concerned.

Someone he couldn’t have, suddenly became cotton candy to the guy.

The guy looked half cut as it was, swaying a little on his feet as he tucked thumbs into his belt.

“Maybe I don’t,” he tried to confront. “She doesn’t look very owned to me.”

“Well I am,” she burst out, “so if you don’t have anything nice to say to Tait, then perhaps you gentlemen should leave us alone.”

Jesus.

Where did this mouth come from? He cocked his head to the side and saw how highlighted in embarrassment her cheeks were.

It was Preacher who laughed and broke the tension by shoving Arson away from his table. “You heard the lady, fuck off, you randy bastard.”

Arson didn’t quit though, even as he ambled off, he turned to wink at Poppy and blew her a kiss.

Texas felt it in his bones.

Possessiveness.

He might not agree with her claim, but in the eyes of Arson and his dick, she absolutely belonged to him.

He was keeping her safe and untouched for her to return to her former life, he lied to himself.

Even as his own dick started to ache.

She was standing up for him and that felt good too.

Giving her thigh another squeeze he smiled from the corner of his mouth at her and watched her eyes light up.

Yeah, she was definitely feeling him and dumbass that he’d become, he soaked it in.

And his moral dilemma being, did he fuck around with Poppy Astor as she so clearly wanted him to, or do as his conscience urged and send her back home.

The conversation with Preacher and Tag was pretty neutral, he asked about Tag’s next fight and Preacher’s old lady and kids and that’s when Poppy excused herself to the restroom.

It was only when ten minutes went by that he got worried and thought about Arson following her and without much of a word to Preacher and Tag standing there, he slipped out of the booth and strode to the back of the bar, ready to throw down if need be.

But he found her in the small restroom hallways, slumped to the wall, cradling her phone to her chest.

On instant alert for her distress, he took hold of the top of her arms, “What’s wrong, did someone bother you?”

He saw her eyes were flooded with tears ready to tip down her porcelain cheeks.