Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
We all laugh at her antics as we look toward the group of men.
I don't know Robert enough to fully understand the look on his face, but if I were a betting woman, I'd say it was some form of a challenge. I just don't know what the stakes are.
Chapter 22
Rooster
The women across the room are very animated and chatty. If I didn't know any better, I'd think they'd all been friends for years rather than just having met Morgan and Kaylee.
They keep looking in this direction and giggling, each one looking at their man as if none of the rest of us even exist.
I can't help but smile at how light and happy they all seem. Then I meet Morgan's eyes, and I can see that she’s assessing me for some reason. I want to step forward and go to her, to ask her what her thoughts are, but I don't.
"Are we really going to let this happen?" Shadow mutters as he watches his wife.
"Are you actually willing to tell your wife no?" Kincaid challenges. "I've been with Em for over thirty years, and I can't recall a single time I've been able to tell her no."
"If she were in danger, you'd put limitations on it," Kid says. His smile is different. It's as if he's already made plans on how to deal with their request to go watch a bunch of strippers.
"I can't think of a way watching a strip show is dangerous," Kincaid mutters as if he has run the scenarios through his head and doesn't like that he can't come up with a good reason to halt the idea completely.
"Dangerous for the guys on stage," Shadow mutters.
Forced laughter circles the group.
"What do you think?" Shadow asks Heathen.
My friend shrugs.
"I'm not going to stop her from doing something she wants to do," he answers.
"That's the wrong approach," Shadow says. "You need to make her think it bothers you more than it actually does."
"Are you pretending?" Heathen challenges.
Kincaid laughs. "He's not pretending, but Shadow isn't as open-minded as we are."
"He's possessive to the point that he punched a guy in the face a few years after they got married because the guy took a second look at Misty," Kid explains.
"I'd do it again," Shadow mutters, drawing another round of laughter from the group.
"Why would they want to go?" Heathen asks, sounding increasingly confused.
"They don't," Kincaid says. "They want to rile us up."
"Just tell them no," Heathen offers.
All three men turn to him. Even though I haven't had much experience with relationships with women, I know better.
"So they dig their feet in?" Shadow asks.
"Then it becomes a battle of wills," Kid adds. "That's not something you want to tangle with."
"You have a lot to learn, son," Kincaid says, scowling at his wife, who just grins wider before turning back to the other women, who get a really good laugh at them.
"So it's a game?" Heathen asks.
"Now you're catching on," Kid says.
"What if they really end up going?" Heathen inquires.
Shadow growls, the sound feral and a little unhinged.
"Khloe will get her ass spanked," Kid answers. "But that looks like it's going to happen anyway."
I keep my eyes on Morgan, watching the second she says something to the group before breaking away from them and heading to the kitchen.
"She wants to talk to you," Kid says.
"What?" I ask. "How do you know?"
He simply shakes his head, but the man has been married forever, so I don't doubt he can easily read women.
"Excuse me," I tell them before walking toward the kitchen.
Sure enough, I find Morgan standing there with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Something wrong?"
"What do you think about going to the Stallion Revue?"
I shake my head. "I don't think it's a show I'd enjoy."
Her eyes narrow, and I can't help but smile. I love that she's asking me how I would feel about it. For a woman who hasn't invested much in other men before, she seems to be coming along rather quickly for me.
"How would you feel if I went?"
I don't know which tact to take with her. The guys in the living room pretend to let it bother them more than it does. Well, all but Shadow, I guess, and their wives seem to like it. Those relationships are solid as stone and have been building and growing for decades. I think it would be ignorant of me to do the same thing with her and this new thing we might be creating together
"You've been before," I say, well aware it isn't exactly an answer.
"I have. It's always a good time."
"Do you want to go?"
She shrugs.
"How do you want me to answer?" I ask.
"Truthfully," she replies instantly.
"I don't like the idea of you going to a show and watching other men rip their clothes off, but I don't own you, Morgan."