Page 27 of Wild Side

“Hey, Zadie, this is my aunt, Posey,” Dakota announces.

Posey is holding a tiny baby in her arms, and my heart squeezes at the sight. I have one of those growing inside me right now, and in a few months, I’ll be holding it much likeshe is. I can’t stop staring at the little bundle in her arms. I’m mesmerized and terrified all at the same time.

“Let’s sit down and chat,” Dakota quips.

She’s bouncy and happy, which is not something I’m used to. I don’t consider myself someone who is in a bad mood or angry by any means, but I’m not peppy at all. And Sable certainly is much surlier than I am.

Dakota walks to the small table on the other side of the kitchen. It’s just a round wooden table with four chairs. Then there are three more chairs at the bar. Seven chairs aren’t a lot, but I guess nobody is really eating and entertaining in here, at least they don’t in the kitchen at my father’s clubhouse.

We all sit at the table. I’m not sure what to say. I’m not even sure what to think at this point, so I flick my attention between them and hope that someone will start the conversation.

Thankfully, Posey puts me out of my silent misery and talks first. Though once she does, I’m not sure if I should be thankful or maybe wish for more silent misery. But I don’t have a choice, she continues, and I don’t have the option to stay quiet.

“So, you and Maverick?” Posey asks, but she doesn’t leave it at that. She continues, “Does this mean you and Goose, too?”

“His brother?” My brows knit together, showing my obvious confusion at the question.

The women share a knowing glance, but I have no idea what they know. Until they explain it to me.

“Maverick and Goose, they always… together,” Dakota says.

I have little to no experience when it comes to sex, and my exposure to club life is about the same, but I know the basics on both, and I know that these men are free when it comes to sex. I have heard Sable tell me stories about two and even sometimes three men with one woman, and vice versa.

But… Maverick?

“Are you telling me they always share?” I ask.

Dakota nods, but it’s Posey who speaks. “They’re twins, share everything, honey.”

Oh.

My.

God.

Dakota reaches out and curls her fingers around my forearm when I don’t say anything immediately. She squeezes gently, gathering my attention. Lifting my head, I look into her eyes, my lips parted slightly. I don’t know what to say, what to do. I just stare at her, unsure of what comes next.

“Why don’t you tell us about yourself?”

My mouth opens and closes, then does it again, and I inhale a deep breath before I let it out slowly, then I try to give her a smile. It’s shaky at best before I force myself to speak.

“I’m from California,” I announce.

They share a glance, then they both smile and turn toward me. “I’m from California, too,” Posey states. “Where are you from?”

“Rivara,” I say.

Silence again. They share another glance. I’m not sure I even want to know what they are thinking. But I’m kind of over the interrogation thing, so I decide to just tell them everything.

I have no doubt that once their men walk out of church, they’ll know it all anyway. If these Reapers are anything like the ones at home, secrets don’t exist here, and they gossip more than any woman I’ve ever known.

“I’m twenty-one. My dad is the president of the Vicious Reapers Rivara chapter. Maverick was at the clubhouse a few months ago. We met… and now I’m here.”

Posey leans back in her chair, her eyes on me. “And now you’re here?”

“I’m pregnant with his baby. I thought I should tell him in person.”

Silence.