“Old ladies?” I know a few things about the lifestyle, because of Talon, but I don’t know everything. Old ladies is a term I’ve heard before, and Vinnie has referred to Faye as the president’s old lady before too. How many are there? While Talon hardly brings me around his members, and I have no idea how Talon and Vinnie even know each other, I’m picking up on things quickly.
He nods, smiling. “They’ll be wanting to meet you, trust me.”
“Why?”
“Because they’re nosy, for one,” he says, but I know from the tone of his voice he doesn’t really mind.
Speaking of fucking . . . “Do you realize we were about to have sex without a condom? You didn’t even ask me if I was on the pill, and no offense, but I have no idea where you’ve been.”
He lies back on the bed and taps the spot next to him. “First of all, I’m not that fuckin’ selfish to put you in any danger like that. I never usually fuck without a condom. And yeah—I kinda just assumed you were on the pill. I wasn’t thinking about it too much, to be honest, all I was thinking about was getting inside you.”
“You always use a condom?” I ask, eyebrow raised and tone full of disbelief.
“Where’s the faith, Shay?” he asks, putting his hand on my lower back as I sit down. “Yes, I always use protection.”
But he wasn’t going to with me, which makes me a little suspicious of his words. “But with me . . .”
“You’re different,” he says, standing up and offering me his hand. “I don’t think you’re gonna try to get pregnant to trap me, are you?”
My eyes widen. “Women do that?”
“Exactly,” he says with a chuckle. “So are you on the pill or not?”
“I am,” I tell him, letting him pull me off the bed.
We stand facing each other, his thumb running across my knuckles. “If anything, it would be me trapping you. You’re the rich one.”
He turns to leave and I slap his ass. “Very funny.”
He’s laughing at his own joke as we leave his room and walk into a kitchen. There are two men in there, one with blond hair tied back in a man bun, the other also blond, but with shorter hair and green eyes. Both are extremely good-looking. The Wild Men have a few hotties, like Ranger, but these two take the cake. They aren’t as sexy as Vinnie though. Then again, no one probably is.
“Vinnie,” Man Bun says, putting down the drink in his hand and giving Vinnie a hug.
“Hey, Tracker,” he says, smiling widely. “Miss me?”
The other man stands and greets him too.
“Rake,” Vinnie says, taking my hand and pulling me forward. “This is Shay. Shay, Tracker and Rake.”
“Hello,” I say, smiling at each one in turn while they take me in.
“Hello, cutie,” Tracker says, looking between Vinnie and me. “And what have you gone and done, Vinnie?”
“I thought you were in some remote place doing something for Talon,” Rake says, looking amused, his eyes wide and his lips kicking up at the corners. “Where did you find her?”
I roll my eyes as they talk about me like I’m not standing right here. Arrogant bikers.
“I think she’s what he was doing for Talon,” Tracker says, peering down at me. “She’s a little thing, isn’t she?”
“She is standing right here,” I say, crossing my arms.
“She doesn’t look like Talon,” Rake comments, then mutters, “Thank fuck.”
I look up at Vinnie, giving him my best Are you serious? look. He rests his big hands on my shoulders, bringing me to stand in front of him.
“Shay’s safest here,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “I want her here, if Sin says it’s all right.”
I spin around to look at him. “What? You want me to stay here? What did Talon say?”
“Fuck Talon,” Vinnie and Rake say at the same time. Okkkaaayyy, a lot of unresolved anger here.
He changed the plan? What am I supposed to do here? What happens when I’m found here? The MC would have to fight to protect me. Vinnie is essentially giving me his family’s protection, if Sin, who I guess is their president, will allow it. This is huge, and I don’t really know how to react. I am grateful, and I realize Vinnie is going out on a limb for me with this, but this could really backfire if someone ends up hurt.
“We can sit with her, if you want to talk with Sin,” Tracker offers, pulling out the chair of the dining table. “Have a seat, Shay.”
Vinnie scans my face, and I silently let him know it’s fine. Waiting here while he asks for protection on my behalf is the least I can do. I sit down in the chair quietly.
“Your food will be here soon, Shay,” he says as he leaves the kitchen. He must have organized it when I was in the bathroom.
“What food?” Rake asks, sitting down next to me. “I want food.”
“No idea,” I reply, clasping my hands in front of me. “I guess it’s going to be a surprise for both of us.”
He pulls his phone out and starts pressing numbers. “He probably called one of the prospects. Isn’t Ronan with them?”
“Yep,” Tracker replies, then sits down on the other side of me and pushes his chair a little too close for my liking. “What are your intentions with my brother?”
Rake makes a grunt of amusement, while I tighten my lips. “Can you even have intentions with someone you’ve known only a few days?”