“No, because…. I mean,look at me! I’m a giant, I have no sense of style, and I’m kind of a prude. Sex for sex’s sake has never been something I am comfortable with, and what else can I expect from a party at abordello? Rousing hands of Skipbo and a screening of the Notebook?”
Sex for sex’s sake wasn’t an issue for you when Odin bent over your desk and plowed his fingers into you like you were a fertile field. Or when he took against the wall in your hallway because he couldn’t wait the next five feet to beside inside you?
But she wasn’t going to tell Tessa about that. She’d already thought about that enough, had chastised herself enough. The last thing she wanted to deal with was an overexcited romantic shrieking in delight and begging for details.
Tessa roared with laughter, her entire body quaking with it.
“Holy shit, I’d pay cash money to see that happen at a Savage Raiders’ party.”
“Then I’ll let Odin know to pick you up at your place.”
“Oh no. No, no, no, Skathi Odinsdottir. If anyone is going to his party on the arm of that Viking war god, it is going to be you. He invitedyou. Personally. If you want to chicken out because you’re a sexual toddler or are having misguided self-image issues, well then, that’s on you. But I think you’re seriously missing out on the opportunity to just spend time with a man who seems toreallybe into you, Sky.”
He did, didn’t he? Not once in their short yet intense acquaintance had Odin ever made her feel that he wasn’t interested…she just questioned where his true interests lay. Was he into her for the chase? The conquest? Or was it possible that he really, actually…wanted her for her?
Not Aaron 2.0, then, right?
“Think of the party as the badass Jaegerkorpset using all that infiltration training to…infiltrate. And…since you’ll be an official biker bitch by tomorrow, I’ll come to the next Raiders’ party with you,” Tessa said, her eyes shimmering with mischief. “Maybe I’ll snag my own hot as fuck Viking biker.”
A gigantic Spanish-style villa complete with burnt sand colored stucco, several ivy-covered walls and verandas, clay brick slate chimneys, and an elaborate fountain rose up behind a massive stone wall topped with delicately swirling wrought iron.
The place was a Las Vegas show piece, rising up out of the desert like an ancient temple at long last uncovered by blasting desert winds.
No one would look at it and ever think that inside the stately, gorgeous hacienda was a den of sin and iniquity.
Sex & Candy Bordello, care of the Savage Raiders MC.
“What am I doing here?” Skathi whisper-hissed to herself as she strode up the long driveway to the huge wrought-iron gate separating the outside world from the decadent debauchery of the Sex & Candy Bordello property.
She’d spent far too much time shopping for her outfit, having to visit no less than six stores to find clothing in her size that didn’t make her look like a stilt-walking clown or a transvestite diva.
The long burgundy cocktail dress made of silk with a satin underlay had a slit up her left side that nearly exposed the entirety of her thigh. It had been impossible to wear her usual practical underwear, so Tessa had encouraged her to go “commando”. Rather than risk flashing her private parts to strangers, they compromised on Skathi wearing a rather useless pair of thong underwear. And they were riding up her hind end like a fifty-hour camel expedition in Morocco. She had strappy silver heels on her feet that added another four inches to her already above average height, which only made her self-conscious about all the eyes and opinions that would be inside.
Infiltrate? Yeah right.Infiltrating meant blending in. She stood out. Literally.
Would they take one look at her with her long black hair simply spilling down her back, her lack of jewelry, her light make up—because cake on her face was never her thing—and her last-minute dress, and wonder what the hells she was doing with their boss? Arm candy she was not.
Sighing heavily, Skathi pushed aside yet another pointless bout of insecurity and continued toward the gate, smiling at the large man in the black suit coat standing just outside the guard booth beside the gate. Because he wasn’t wearing his leather vest, Skathi didn’t know his name or even if he was a member of the MC or just employed by them. Which made her wonder just how many people were employed by the Savage Raiders? How many people were under Odin’s large, strong, capable hand?
And gods…his fingers.
No! She wouldn’t think about that right now, especially before entering a place where there was probably sex happening right on the other side of the door. She needed to be alert, ready to pull up stakes the moment things became too uncomfortable for her. Tessa had pushed her until she relented in attending, but she’d rather pluck out her own eyes than witness more of what she saw at their clubhouse party. Prude she was not, because one couldn’t be deployed with groups of virile men and not witness or overhear…erm…things. But neither was she a voyeur.
Focusing on just getting in to the party, Skathi widened her smile, hoping she didn’t look as out of place as she felt. The man at the gate didn’t smile back.
“ID and invitation, please.”
“Oh…err…”Skide! He hadn’t given her an actual invitation, and she opened her mouth to say so—
“She’s with the prez,” a familiar voice announced from the other side of the gate, a smile on his face as he hurried to the mechanism that started the gate motor. After hitting the switch, the gate began to slide open, disappearing into the tall hedges on the far side, until there was an opening big enough for her to slip through. She met Trouble on the other side, a nervous smile on her own face as she took in the man who’d come to greet her.
Dressed in a dark gray suit that hugged his large, tightly muscled frame, Trouble looked dashingly gorgeous. As though the badass biker had dismounted from his Harley right into a GQ photo shoot. His beard was neatly trimmed, his long hair slicked back and held behind his head with a leather cord, he cut a striking figure. Danger and sensuality all rolled into one.
Still, he doesn’t affect me as Odin has in jeans, a t-shirt, and his leather vest. Gods, what will he look like similarly dressed as Trouble in a suit?
“Surprised to see you, Skathi. Last I heard, the prez said he hadn’t heard from you. Honestly, I thought the man was going to cry, he was so disappointed.”
Skathi chuckled at that. She couldn’t picture Odin crying about anything. The man was made of cold hard stone when he wanted to be. But, when he was with her, he was all flesh and blood, sensuality and sex, desire and aching need.
