AJ leaned over and took her hand. “And we don’t want to f**k you and forget you, Teresa. Did you feel used?”
“No. I guess I just worry about how to . . . divide my time.”
AJ laughed. “Don’t worry about that. Pax and I aren’t jealous of each other. Whether you’re with both of us or one at a time, we can handle it.”
“It should always be your choice to make,” Pax said.
“Somehow, for a woman, that all seems a little too good to be true. What do you guys get out of it?” she asked.
Pax and AJ answered almost simultaneously. “You.”
THE BAR WAS SLAMMING BUSY THAT NIGHT. TERESA BARELY HAD time to breathe between filling drink orders, which made Steve and Sandy deliriously happy. Even Steve had to get behind one of the bars tonight, and though he filled drink orders, he wasn’t wowing the crowd with his looks or his body. That is until he tried showing some skin, rolling his T-shirt up over his ample belly and tying it underneath his sizeable man boobs, which damn near made Teresa choke she was laughing so hard, as were most of the customers, who promptly filled up Steve’s tip jar. But Sandy warned him: If he tried to get up on the bar and wiggle his ass, she was going home.
Fortunately, Steve declined and let the dancers handle that aspect of drawing in the customers. And Teresa was happy, because the loud music and sexy girls dancing on the bar, as well as the nonstop flowing beer and great food, meant a huge draw of customers streaming in and out and the possibility of the Fists coming in. And if the Fists came in, there was a chance the guy who killed Larks would be among them.
It was time for her team to get a break. She had to clear her brother. And she had finally convinced AJ and Pax to get out there and roam around on their bikes while she worked the bar. Spreading out was the best way to hunt for the Fists, rather than all of them holed up in one spot. She had this place covered, and it was biker central, with her situated at the main bar, next to the front doors. If the Fists came in, she was going to see them. Pax and AJ had gone out riding and said they were going to split up, one heading up to the concert area at the campground, the other one milling about down on the main drag and wherever else groups of bikers were hanging out. Teresa felt confident they had all the bases covered.
And the Fists were here in Sturgis, she knew it, she had a gut feeling about it, and her gut feelings were never wrong.
In the meantime, she was enjoying the music as well as the throng of bikers clamoring for another beer. The clientele was patient and friendly and out for a good time. She had a prime spot and the tip jar was full.
“Teresa!”
She flipped around and saw Russ, Joey’s best friend and VP of the Thorns. She grinned. “Hey, Russ.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Working.”
“I see that. I didn’t know you were coming to Sturgis for the rally.”
She leaned across the bar to whisper at him. “Well, I’m here to find the guy who stabbed Larks so I can clear Joey.”
Russ arched a brow. “By yourself?”
“No. I have a couple friends with me.”
“Find the guy yet?”
She shook her head. “I haven’t even spotted the Fists yet. Have you?”
“No. But there are a lot of bikers here. And we’re camping nearly a hundred miles away. So we’ve been mostly riding and seeing the sights. This is our first trip into the main drag.”
“It’s awesome here, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it is.” He grabbed the beer Teresa offered and took a long swallow. “So how did you get this gig?”
“They were shorthanded and I have the experience. This place is a prime location, so I figured it would be a good spot to stay put and see if the Fists show up.”
“Great idea. We’ll keep our eyes open and I’ll call you if I spot them.”
“Thanks, Russ.”
He moved off to join the other Thorns, who waved at her after Russ pointed in her direction. After about a half hour they all took off. It made her feel good to know Joey’s guys were all here, too. Between them and AJ and Pax, she felt safe.
“So what are you doing when you get off work tonight?”
A tall, good-looking biker leaned over the bar while she fetched him a beer. “Going home with my guys,” she said with a smile as she handed him his change.
His brows raised. “Guys? As in plural?”
She winked. “Guys as in plural.”
He looked her up and down, smiled and nodded as he walked away. She served another customer, and a decided warmth spread through her belly.
Yeah. Her two guys. It had felt good saying it. Even if they really weren’t hers, not for the long term anyway. But while she was here, they definitely belonged to her, so she intended to own that fantasy for as long as she could.
Funny how easily she’d adapted to the lifestyle. One night of hot sex with two men and she was all in. But who wouldn’t be after being with Pax and AJ? She’d never felt more completely loved and valued as she had been last night.
And there was that warm, giddy feeling again. Though they weren’t here right now, she could feel their presence, could smell each of them, so unique even in their individual scents, which went beyond soap and shampoo into something more earthy and elemental. She craved their touch, their kisses, the way she felt when she was around them.
She wanted more. More of them, more of that magic they’d wound around her last night. She knew they’d held back, and next time she didn’t want them to.
Next time. Her flesh heated at the thought of next time, her pu**y dampening as she conjured up visuals of what they’d do to her. So much potential, an endless variety of scenarios and positions.
And thinking about sex with AJ and Pax was not helping to keep her mind on her job, or giving her a keen eye to watch all the bikers filing in and out. She forced her attention into filling drink requests, grabbing a tall glass of water for herself, hoping it would quench the heat she’d conjured up with her fantasies.
Yeah, that damn had sure burst, hadn’t it? For someone who’d been repressed for so long, one night of great sex had sure sprung open the well of her imagination.
She’d been so lost in thoughts of AJ and Pax she almost missed him. But a flash of something familiar on the back of a guy’s vest caught her eye. She served up a few more beers to patrons hanging at the bar, her gaze following a biker who quickly blended into the thick crowd.