Rake's Redemption (Wind Dragons MC #4)(26)

I raise my eyebrow, a challenge.

He chuckles, eyes dancing with amusement. “I’m not shy, sweetheart. You sure you want to go there?”

I notice his gaze going straight back to Tia.

Interesting.

Tia is a beautiful woman, so I won’t be surprised if he’s attracted to her.

“I’m not shy either,” Tia adds, leaning back in her seat and looking between the two of us. “What are we talking about?”

I’m saved when Slice walks up to the table and slides his large frame into the last available seat. “I think I’ve had all the * that’s here tonight.” He looks to me and Tia. “Well, almost.”

I consider throwing my drink at him but decide it will be easier to put up with him if I just drink it.

“The women here must have pretty low standards,” Tia throws out there.

Talon throws his head back and laughs. “You have no idea.”

Slice smirks, not offended at all. “Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.”

Tia tilts her head, like she’s considering it. “I think I’m going to pass, but out of curiosity, what are you working with? Eight inches? I wouldn’t want to waste my time on anything less than seven.”

I scrub my hand down my face. “You can’t ask a man how big his penis is as soon as you meet him, Tia. I’m pretty sure that’s rude.”

Tia shrugs and flashes me an innocent look. “Just making conversation.”

She seriously has no shame.

“?‘Wasting a number’?” Talon asks, brows furrowing.

“Yeah, you know,” Tia explains. “The number of people you’ve slept with. I don’t want to waste a number.”

This time Talon and Slice both laugh, their big bodies shaking.

Tia glances at me and shrugs, because she was just telling them the truth. She really doesn’t want to waste a number on a small penis, like she did with dentist guy.

“How about you?” Slice asks me. “You not looking to waste any numbers?”

“She needs to add more numbers if you ask me,” Tia says unashamedly. “I think she needs a good—”

“Tia!” I groan, covering my face with my hands. “Can you please not tell men you just met that I need a good f*cking?”

Tia blinks slowly a few times. “Actually I was going to say you need a good man, not a good f*cking. But now that you mention it . . .”

I look to the men and hold up my hand. “Don’t you two even f*cking say anything.”

They both try to maintain straight faces but fail.

Then Slice says to Tia, “You won’t be wasting a number.”

She looks down to his crotch.

Talon slaps the back of his head. “Lay off, f*cker.”

“I’m just messing around,” Tia says, grinning and sending Talon a sultry look. “But I like that you’re jealous, Talon. I think we’ll get on fine.”

Talon glances at me, then Tia, suddenly looking uncomfortable and making me want to laugh. I actually think he likes Tia but doesn’t know how I’d take it, both because I’m her friend and because he was hitting on me only moments ago.

Slice suddenly stands up, his chair almost falling over with the action. “I’ll go get us a round of drinks. I know how you good girls get when you get some liquor into you.”

“If we’re the good ones, how bad are the bad ones?” Tia ponders out loud, watching Slice walk to the bar.

“Don’t answer that,” I tell Talon.

“Why do they call him Slice?” Tia asks, tapping her red nails on the table.

“I don’t think you want to know that either,” Talon replies, running a hand through his shaggy hair.

“How come I never see you wearing your MC cut?” I ask Talon, wondering if I’m even allowed to ask about such things.

He rubs his chest with his palm. “Reid has new rules on this place, which is fair enough. We come here to drink and hang out when we want a break from the clubhouse. He doesn’t want any shit started, and neither do we.”

“Wait, you’re a Wind Dragon?” Tia asks, nodding her head in approval.

“No,” Talon says slowly. “I’m the leader of the Wild Men MC.”

My head snaps to him. “But you know all of them. You know Anna. Shouldn’t you guys be enemies?”

No one tells me anything.

Talon wraps his arm around the back of my chair. “We have history. I’m not a part of that MC, but I care about Anna a lot. That’s all you need to know.”

“Leader?” Tia whispers, her eyes bugging out. “That’s pretty f*cking sexy.”

I take the hint and don’t press him further. I give Tia a look that begs her to stop eye-f*cking Talon, but she doesn’t pay me any attention. If Tia wants something, she’ll go after it, and she’s the same with men. If she wants Talon, he doesn’t stand a chance, and I have a feeling that’s going to start a lot of shit within the group.

Tia is in the same boat as me, a single mother, and maybe I can try to explain to her that being with a biker isn’t the safest option, for her or for Rhett. I think it’s different because I already know Adam, Anna, and Lana; I didn’t go looking to be involved with something like this. They happen to be people I could never turn my back on again, no matter what. Slice returns with our drinks, placing them in front of us.