CHAPTER 14
I’m sopping wet, my entire body on fire by the time we arrive back at the house. Mack’s in the garage, his motorcycle between his thighs, his helmet under his arm. I think his presence is the only reason Ryder doesn’t drag me from the car and f**k me right on the hood of this SUV, and the mere thought of that, of him taking me from behind in front of the others, sets my p***y throbbing.
“Give me a little of the haul,” Mack yells at us, walking the bike closer—yelling at Ryder, I think. “I’ll see what our fence can do.”
Rooster twists in the backseat and pulls himself over the seat to rummage in the box, but Cue’s the one who steps from the SUV, a bag already in his hand. He passes it to Mack. Did Cue collect those choice items before we’d even left the parking lot? One step a
