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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Jigsaw

As I always suspected she would be, Margot’s scandalized by what’s going on around us.

And fuck, who can blame her? Between the hideous red lighting, bodies grinding on every available surface, and the screen now playing a loop of Stella’s greatest hits, my club ain’t exactly giving “girlfriends welcome” energy.

I could’ve come to the party alone. Showed my mean mug around and then bounced. I thought having the other ol’ ladies here would make Margot more comfortable. She’s trying. Making an effort not to cringe every time someone shrieks or grunts through an orgasm. I can tell.

Am I a sick fucker for wanting her to see this? The raw, vulgar side of club life. The stuff I’ve grown numb to and bored with? Will she understand that this is why I crave being with her so much? Or is she worried I’ll feel like I’m missing out?

It’s not the time to ask.

Am I testing her? Trying to find out if she’ll still love me after stepping into my world?

She handled herself well with Bonnie. Margot’s good at giving the same energy she receives. Like outside when she joked around with the guys. That goes a long way here.

She’s so damn quiet, her gaze darting around like she’s afraid to look at anything or anyone for too long. Or like she’s waiting for the next wave of deviance to wash over her.

Like a tsunami of raunch, Stella sweeps toward the bar, trailed by several girls and one guy. I recognize him from other parties—and a few of Stella’s films. Gabe? Gavin? Garth? Whatever. I nod in his direction as a greeting since I can’t remember his name.

Stella tilts her head like she’s motioning for her minions to scurry away.

And they do.

I slide off my stool and help Margot off hers. “Want to meet her and get it over with?” I say against her ear.

Her shoulders tremble with a short laugh. “Sure.”

“Jigsaw!” Stella says, a smile barely touching her lips. “I’ve been searching all over for you.”

The fuck you have.

“Hey, Stella.” I nod to her but keep my arm around Margot’s shoulders. “This is my ol’ lady, Margot.”

Stella’s spent enough time around bikers to know the significance of that term and that she better not fuck with my woman.

Stella’s wine-red lips part, as if she heard my silent warning and has something worse in mind than flirting with me in front of my girlfriend.

“Oh wow,” Stella purrs, raking her gaze over Margot in a way I don’t care for at all . “Aren’t you adorable ,” she says, dragging out the word in her usual pretentious way.

Margot edges closer to my side and tries for a polite smile, but it lands more pained than pleasant. “Uh, thanks.”

Stella inches next to Margot like she’s trying to line up with her for inspection. “We’re such opposites.” She pets Margot’s hair like she’s assessing a kitten at the pound. “The visual contrast would be stunning on film.”

Margot tips her head back to stare at me, eyes wide, silently begging me to make it stop.

Stella steps away from Margot and slides her hand onto my shoulder, her fingers drifting down my arm. “Actually,” she purrs, “a three-way would be beautiful. You’re such an attractive couple. The three of us together would be very popular.”

Before I can flick her off, Margot reaches out and clamps her hand around Stella’s bony wrist and not-so-gently peels it off me.

“No thank you,” Margot says in that sweet but deadly way that gives the same vibe as a southerner saying “bless your heart” when they mean “fuck all the way off.”

The only thing getting my dick hard in this conversation is Margot’s quiet ferocity and blatant possessiveness.

At this point, Stella’s used to hearing “no” from members of my club. She dips her chin at Margot, all fake politeness, but the tight line at the corner of her mouth gives away her irritation at our refusal.

Too fucking bad.

“Of course.” Stella lowers her lashes in a sultry sweep that probably works on ninety percent of the male population. Not me.

“If you ever change your mind…” Her gaze slides to Margot, then back to me. “Jigsaw knows how to reach me.”

The way she says it—low and loaded—makes it sound like we’ve got personal history. Which we absolutely-the-fuck do not.

Fucking she-devil.

Stella slinks away, hips swaying under her see-through dress like she wants to let us know what we’re missing out on. Margot’s territorial gaze follows her to the other side of the room. Then she turns her furious eyes on me.

“What about me says, I not only want to have a three-way,” she seethes, “but I want it filmed and thrown on the internet for the whole world to watch and jack off to?”

“You’re not flattered?” I deadpan.

She jabs her fist in my gut. “No!”

“She’s asked a lot of us to ‘star’ in her films. For a while she had this biker series?—”

Margot’s eyes narrow. “Has she asked you before?”

“Lots of times. And Rooster. And Rock—although she backed off when he told her he’s married. Z actually dated her for a while, before Lilly, but she didn’t get to capture anything for posterity, and I think she’s still salty about it.”

“I’m sorry, what ?” Margot bobs her head, her gaze pinging around the room. “How can Lilly stand that?”

“If you’ll notice, Z and Lilly aren’t here tonight.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she fumes. “Why can’t Stella fuck off to one of your other charters?”

“I ask myself that all the time. But?—”

“She’s the club’s biggest moneymaker,” Margot finishes for me.

“Yup.” My lips twist into a wry smile. “If it makes you feel better, I think we’re the only ones she’s pitched a three-way concept to.”

“Uh, no. No, that does not make me feel better at all.” She lowers her voice. “I hope that’s not a fantasy of yours , because it doesn’t appeal to me. At all.” She grazes her hand over my crotch. “I’m only into dick. And only one in particular.”

It’s such a wild thing to come out of Margot’s mouth, I choke on a laugh. Maybe she’ll survive spending time here after all. She’s fifty kinds of fired up now.

“Is it?” she persists.

Been there, done that, found it more work and drama than I need in my life. “No.”

Margot smooths her hands over her dress. “Well, I guess I should be thankful she didn’t call me fat. Since she went out of her way to put us side by side and point out our differences .”

I grab her hand, tugging it away from her dress. I lean in, mouth brushing her ear. “I fucking love your body. Every curve. Every inch of you drives me crazy.”

Pink floods her cheeks; even the tip of her nose is red. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you . I liked the way you removed her hand from my arm.”

Fire simmers in her eyes. “She’s lucky I didn’t snap her wrist like a potato chip for touching you that way.”

“Easy, killer.” I run a finger under the top edge of her dress, grazing the swell of her breast with my knuckle. “Do you remember what I said I wanted to do the next time you wore one of your cute little dresses?”

She blinks up at me. “What?”

Is she fucking with me or does she really not remember?

I turn her and nudge her toward the bar, pressing her against the wood and trapping her there with my body.

I gather the hem of her dress in my fists, lifting it a few inches, grazing her thighs with my fingertips.

Fuck me, those heels she’s wearing put her at almost the right height. “Is this ringing a bell?”

She glances over her shoulder, eyes wide, fear and desire flickering over her expression. Her gaze strays to the crowded room. “Don’t you dare.”

I drop her dress and coil my arms around her waist. Leaning in, I brush a kiss against her neck. “Careful throwing out a challenge like that, little lady death.”

She braces her hands against the bar and pushes into me. I can’t tell if she’s trying to escape or grind her ass onto my dick. Either way, it feels too damn good to stop her.

Her gaze darts around the room, taking in all the filthy deeds happening around us—Tara grinding in Eazy’s lap over on the couch, Grip and Brew tag-teaming some woman over the pool table, couples slow dancing and practically fucking in the center of the room.

“Please don’t,” she whispers.

Escape.

Damn.

It’s for the best. If one of my brothers sees too much of Margot, I might gouge out his eye and ask her to seal it in resin for me, then wear it around my neck like a trophy.

I step back and gently turn her to face me. But her attention’s locked on the pool table. All my doubts about tonight return. For a woman like Margo, so many degenerate acts in one place might be more than she’s willing to tolerate.

“Unfortunately, that rarely gets used for its intended purpose,” I joke. “Doubt any of them even know how to play pool.”

Her eyes narrow. “Is that the awful woman who pestered me upstate.” A wicked grin lights up her face. “The one I pulled the knife on?”

I squint. The girl’s face is buried in Grip’s crotch, so... “Can’t tell.”

She peers up at me. “If we weren’t together, would you be partaking right now?”

“Uh…”

So this is what “deer in the headlights” feels like. Not a fan.

Her head tilts. Waiting for an answer.

Just say “no,” you stupid fucker!

“No.” I work a cocky smirk onto my lips. “Grip’s O-face would probably shrivel my dick.”

She curls her lip in disgust.

“There ya are!” Shelby shouts. “Been lookin’ all over for you two.”

Thank you, songbird. Perfect timing to get me the hell out of this conversation.

“And we’ve been wondering where you were,” I answer.

Margot’s tense expression relaxes into something happier as Shelby pulls her in for an enthusiastic hug.

The steel band around my chest loosens. I really want them to get along.

And maybe Shelby can ease Margot’s mind about all of this.

Hell, all Shelby needs to do is tell Margot about our Virginia chapter’s pussy patch challenge, and everything Margot’s witnessed tonight will seem quaint in comparison.

No, that story probably won’t help my cause.

“You have no idea how happy I am to see you,” Margot says.

Shelby’s concerned eyes meet mine. “Everything okay?”

“Stella stopped by to spread her special brand of cheer,” I answer.

Rooster rolls his eyes.

Shelby bares her teeth and makes a snarly sound that’s more cute than scary. “What’d that snotty little bag of hair say to ya?”

“Ahhh.” Margot blushes and casts a quick glance my way. “She wanted to know if we’d be interested in filming a threesome with her.”

Shelby blinks and stares.

“Is our little songbird speechless?” I tease.

“Dang.” Shelby whistles. “I sure am. That’s, uh, that’s pretty special.

” She turns her head, glancing around the room.

“The three-way offer’s bad enough, but I guess I see why she might think y’all were open to it.

Offerin’ to film it, and I assume, throw it on her website?

That’s a whole ‘nother level of audacity.”

“Thank you!” Margot pats her hair and twirls a long wave around her finger. “She ran her hands over my hair like I was a dog she wanted to adopt from the pound.”

Shelby’s eyes go wide. “She petted you?”

Rooster frowns at me and I shrug.

Shelby gives her a reassuring squeeze. “She won’t try that again. Not if I’m around.”

Margot’s lips curl into a wicked expression. “What if she wants us to have a threesome with her.” She wags her fingers between herself and Shelby but she’s staring up at me. “For the ‘visual contrast’ and all.”

Shelby snort-giggles. “Lordy, my PR gal would murder me.”

Rooster clears his throat.

Shelby narrows her eyes at him. “You know good and damn well where I stand on such matters.”

Margot’s eyes widen. She flicks a look my way, then turns to Rooster. “Jensen neatly dodged a question earlier. Maybe you can help me out, Rooster?”

Sensing where this is going, I straight-up glare at Rooster to keep his mouth shut .

Ignoring my death-stare, he grins at her. “Anything. Ask away, Margot.”

She curls her finger, inviting him to lean closer. “Before I came into the picture, is that the sort of thing Jigsaw would do at these parties?” She jerks her chin toward the pool table where Grip and Brew have switched places and Kristen’s now screaming around Brew’s cock.

Shelby bursts into giggles and claps her hand over her mouth.

Rooster flashes a payback’s-a-bitch grin my way. “Absolutely not,” he answers in a grave tone that doesn’t quite hit a sincere note.

“Uh-huh.” Margot side-eyes me.

“Girl, come with me.” Shelby links her arm through Margot’s. “We’ll be right back,” she tosses over her shoulder.

Taking Margot by the hand, Shelby expertly weaves through the crowd, keeping Margot close behind her. Shelby’s a good friend. I trust her to look out for Margot.

This motherclucker in front of me, though.

I slam my palm against Rooster’s shoulder, shoving him. “You couldn’t have just worked some sincerity into the word ‘no,’ asshole?”

“Be thankful I didn’t tell her you were a virgin before you met her.” He cocks his head, inviting me to remember the snarky answer I gave Shelby the time she asked me a similar question when they first started getting serious.

“Point taken.” I dip my chin in apology. I cast a worried glance down the hallway. “What do you think Shelby’s gonna tell her?”

Rooster strokes his hand over his chin. “Probably that you’re a deviant fuckboy? Maybe how you tried to nail all the groupies when we were out on the road? Your MILF theory? Don’t know. Could be anything.”

Not liking any of those options.

“Shelby wouldn’t do that to me.” I wish I felt as confident as I made that statement sound.

“No, she wouldn’t. She likes Margot too much to hurt her feelings.” He leans in closer. “She likes you two together .”

“Good.” I jam my hands in my pockets. “I like us together too.”

Rooster bumps his shoulder into mine. “Then don’t fuck it up. You’re in control of your destiny.”

The way he says it sounds more like “you’re in control of your dick. ”

Which I am.

But damn, did he make some bad past decisions.