Page 32 of Rattler’s Revelation (Demon Dawgs MC: Las Vegas #6)

I wake aroused. My body is on fire as multiple hands, lips, and tongues roam over my naked skin.

I’m like a live wire. The electricity shooting through me is off the charts as I moan under the ministrations of my two men.

We fell into bed last night in a tangle of arms and legs as we reveled in our reunion.

I gasp when teeth brush over my hardened nipple while a thick finger plunges into my core.

I open my eyes to see the top of Randy’s head while he suckles my breast. My eyes shift to stare into Rattler’s pretty green eyes as he grins at me.

“Didn’t you two get enough of me last night?” I ask them.

“Not possible,” Rattler growls while Randy coaxes a shriek out of me by biting hard on my nipple.

They render me speechless as they work together to wring out orgasm after orgasm from me until I’m too weak to move. It takes all my effort to croak out a plea for them to stop before they kill me.

“You two play with each other while I watch,” I order them.

Instead of giving me a show, Randy and Rattler shut down. I frown at them as they shift to either side of me to lie on their backs and stare at the ceiling. My heart hurts when I realize the two men are shutting down.

“What’s going on? What’s wrong with you two?” I ask.

Randy shifts to his side and strokes his finger over my breasts while Rattler strokes my leg. “Nothing is wrong,” Randy says. “Rattler and I have something we need to work out.”

“What?” I ask.

“It’s between us,” Rattler growls.

Oh, hell no. I surprise them both by flipping to my knees and backing off the bed. I stand at the foot of the bed and glare at them. “Are we together, or not?” I ask them. “I thought we all wanted a relationship together. Am I wrong?”

Rattler sighs. “No, you’re not wrong.”

“Then start talking. Tell me what’s going on between the two of you.”

“I screwed up,” Randy says. “I chose my badge over Rattler.”

“I don’t know what that means,” I say.

“Do you remember how I told you Walt was no longer a problem?” Rattler asks. I nod. “You didn’t ask me why he was no longer a problem.”

“I figured you captured him and were holding him somewhere,” I respond.

Randy gapes at me. “You knew they kidnapped him and were holding him hostage?”

I shrug. “I didn’t know, but I suspected.

They’re bikers. Isn’t that what bikers do to their enemies?

Walt and his family stole from the club, and they were attacking club employees.

I don’t see Puma or any of the men sitting back and letting that continue to happen.

It made sense that they’d grab Walt and put him somewhere where he couldn’t cause any more trouble.

I imagine they also wanted to question him. ”

Rattler smirks at me while Randy sits up and runs his hand through his hair. “Well, shit. When you put it that way, I feel like an idiot for not figuring it out sooner.”

“You kind of were an idiot,” Rattler says.

Randy sends him a disgusted look. “It wasn’t the first time I acted like an idiot, and it won’t be the last. I screwed up, okay? I plan on fixing it.”

“How?” Rattler asks.

“How did you screw up?” I ask.

“I got angry when I realized Rattler had tortured Walt to get the location of their compound. Instead of being grateful that we were closer to getting you back, I got angry because they broke the law.”

“Well, you are a cop,” I remind him.

“It’s not an excuse, but it’s also not going to be a consideration again,” Randy says.

“What do you mean?” Rattler asks, shifting on the bed to study Randy.

“I’m quitting the force,” Randy says. “I don’t want my badge to come between us.”

“You’re quitting?” Rattler asks. “But you like being a cop, why would you quit?”

“That’s why you asked Taylor for a job,” I say, kneeling on the bed.

“You what?” Rattler asks as Randy nods.

“I asked Taylor for a job. He’s agreed to interview me. He can’t guarantee me a position, but even if he doesn’t hire me, I’m still quitting the force. I’ll figure something out. I can’t be a cop and be with you. I want to be with you.”

“Rafe is with Viper, and he’s still a cop,” Rattler reminds him.

“True. I thought about following his example, but I don’t know if it would ever sit well with me like it does for him.

He’s able to compartmentalize. I don’t think I can.

Besides, I’m a uniformed officer; my boss is not likely to give me a pass, like Randy’s superiors have.

If I can’t get a job in Taylor’s firm, I’ll become a private investigator.

I may have to give up my apartment since it will take me a while to start earning money.

I was thinking of staying here with you, if you’ll have me? ”

Rattler says nothing, but leans over to kiss Randy. The kiss has enough sizzle to leave me hot and bothered. When they break apart, they’re both grinning.

“You’re moving in, too,” Rattler says to me.

“I don’t think this room is big enough for all three of us,” I protest.

Rattler looks around. “You may be right. Good thing we have another option. Come on, get dressed. I have something I want to show you after we eat breakfast.”

Randy and I share a look before we grab our clothes and quickly get dressed.

When we enter the common room, we find almost everyone eating breakfast. Rattler directs us to the buffet table to load up while he detours to speak with the club secretary, Spock.

Spock is a massive fan of Star Trek, and he’s also brilliant, which is how he got his road name.

After they share a few words, Rattler joins us.

We pile eggs, hash browns, toast, bacon, and sausage on our plates before finding a table near Rafe, Viper, Chill, and Hunter.

“You three look shiny,” Viper says with a grin. “I take it you made up?”

“We did,” Randy says, sharing a warm smile with Rattler. He turns to his uncle. “I should tell you that I’m quitting the force. I spoke with Taylor about getting a job with his security firm. If that doesn’t work out, I’m thinking of becoming a private investigator.”

Rafe’s expression remains neutral as he nods slowly in response to Randy’s announcement. “That’s probably a good idea. Let me know if you need any assistance. Your dad will be happy.”

Randy scrunches his face in disgust. “That wasn’t my goal.”

Rafe glances at Rattler and me before smirking. “Don’t worry, it won’t last. You know how your dad will react when he learns about you three.” Randy winces.

“What does that mean?” I ask.

“It doesn’t matter,” Randy says. “I have no intention of ever letting my dad near either of you. He’s toxic, and we don’t need toxic in our lives.”

“Toxic how?” Rattler asks.

“Let’s just say that it is a good thing Walt and Wade are dead because my father would have become friends with them otherwise.”

“Yikes,” I say. “Won’t that be a problem for you?”

Randy picks up his coffee cup and sips before shaking his head. “Not a chance. You two make me happy. You’re my family now.”

His words warm me, but I can’t help but feel bad about everything Randy is giving up to be with Rattler and me. He’s making all the sacrifices while Rattler and I are gaining everything.

Randy and Rattler each take one of my hands as Rattler takes us across the highway.

I had spotted the new development a few times, but didn’t pay much attention.

As we get closer, I can see what appears to be the framework for three houses.

Groups of men and women wearing toolbelts and using power tools scamper around the buildings, making a tremendous amount of noise.

“What is this place?” Randy asks.

“It’s our future home,” Rattler says.

“You’re building a new clubhouse?” I ask in surprise.

Rattler shakes his head. “No, we’re building homes for the club members.

Puma wanted to build a neighborhood where members could live with their families, rather than living in the clubhouse.

When the President of the San Diego chapter found his Old Lady, she made it clear that she didn’t want to live inside the clubhouse.

He didn’t want to live too far from the clubhouse, so he decided to transform some of the club's land into a neighborhood. Puma liked the idea and bought this land when it went up for sale.”

Rattler gives us a quick tour of the new neighborhood.

He points out where they plan on building a park for the kids, along with basketball courts, a soccer field, and a baseball field.

They even have plans for a pool. By the time Rattler finishes describing the future, I notice several club members have joined us.

Puma is carrying Elina and Mal as they walk through what I assume is their future home.

“Come on, let’s go talk to Spock,” Rattler says, drawing us toward where Spock stands speaking to a beautiful woman wearing a hard hat. “I want us to pick out a lot for where we can build our home.”

I gape at Rattler as he greets Spock and the woman. I was in shock and didn’t hear her name when he introduced us. However, before I can remedy the situation, her phone rings.

“Excuse me,” she says, stepping away as she answers the call.

“Who is she?” I ask Spock, who is watching her with a look of longing in his expression.

“Her name is Chloe,” Spock says. “She and her father own the construction company we hired to develop this site.”

“She was a good choice,” Puma says, joining us. “We interviewed dozens of firms before Spock found her.”

We all turn our attention to Chloe when she emits sounds of distress and aggravation. “What hospital is he in? What do you mean he refuses? Okay, okay. I’m on my way.”

Chloe ends the call and whirls around. She stops short when she finds all of us staring at her.

“What’s wrong?” Spock asks.

“My father was attacked at another site. He was doing a walkthrough, and someone hit him from behind. He refuses to go to the hospital. I’m sorry, Spock. I need to take care of him. I can’t believe they’ve escalated to violence.” I don’t think she meant to voice the last part.

Puma straightens and snags her eyes. “What do you mean? Who are they and what have they been doing?”

Chloe looks lost, but she takes a deep breath. “Someone has been sabotaging my work sites. They’ve been vandalizing equipment and stealing supplies. I thought it was just kids, but now I’m wondering…” She shakes her head. “I can’t think about that right now. I need to get to my father.”

“You aren’t going alone,” Puma says. “Mount up.”