a chance to be alone with Boone and Gabby again. She found herself immersed in the biker world, dealing with club money as well as working with Romeo over a budget, as funny as that sounded. But members had to be paid, bribes had to be sent, dues had to be collected, not to mention dealing with the insurance agency over the lost bar. She had to set up a whole new system. And because Cipher had screwed them over, she wanted Romeo to know every step she took. Gabby usually sat in on their meetings so he could translate because she simply couldn’t write everything down that needed explaining.
When she wasn’t working on the books, or the mystery of Cipher’s missing money, she worked with Chloe on the rehabilitation. The arduous therapy, which seemed easy to Kaiya but had her cousin struggling, brought them closer together. It gave them time to talk and reminisce, and move past the controlling shadow of their grandfather. It had been a long time since she’d last seen Chloe, and she was glad to see her so happy. The past finally seemed to be easing from Chloe’s shoulders so happiness could shine through her darkness.
Boone and Gabby usually came to see her in her office, bringing food or something to drink, but they hadn’t repeated what had happened in their room. The anticipation of having them both was a fantasy stuck on replay in her mind. Would they take her together? One at a time? The Kama Sutra might be an ancient Hindu text, but damned if she didn’t want to try some of those delicious positions. She should probably start stretching to be a little more limber.
The perfect opportunity came when Chloe suggested Kaiya go live in a member’s old house. Chloe seemed stagnated on the idea that the clubhouse was too rough and rowdy for her, and she only agreed to look at the house so Chloe wouldn’t be upset. One afternoon—technically during her lunch break although Romeo always told her to take however long she wanted—Kaiya stared at a brick, ranch-style house before her. The only drawback she could see to living here was not being close to Gabby and Boone all the time and she wasn’t sure if she liked the distance.
“You should be resting,” she signed to Chloe as they walked closer to the house. Upon further inspection, the yard was a bit overgrown and in desperate need of weed trimming.
“And you need to be out of the clubhouse,” her cousin said.
Kaiya read her lips and saw the mutinous expression on Chloe’s face. She knew that look. Once Chloe got her mind stuck on an idea, she rarely ever let it go.
Chloe put the key in the lock and turned the knob. The door swished open and the stale air inside the house rushed out to greet them. She scrunched her nose up when the stench of mothballs assaulted her. A decorator’s nightmare stared back at her, with bric-a-brac lining every surface inside. She couldn’t even tell what color the walls were painted because of all the stuff hanging on all conceivable areas. She sighed a bit dramatically. More cleaning. More organizing. It was almost enough to make her say ‘hell, no’ right then and there.
Chloe nudged her and pointed. A second later, the vibrations of four bike engines rumbled under her feet as Romeo, Dax, Gabby and Boone appeared. Kaiya’s gaze landed on the two men she considered hers, both looking so damn handsome it should be illegal. They wore half-helmets and sunglasses, tattoos peeking from under their black leathers. The power and command they had on their bikes made her clit throb with impatience. Her panties irritated her sensitive pussy lips.
“You are in a relationship with two men,” Kaiya said to her cousin in sign.
Chloe frowned. “Yeah. So?”
“Do you think Boone and Gabby are open to the same arrangement?”
“What?” Chloe asked sharply. “Why?”
“Because I want them.” She didn’t add that she’d already had them, in a way. One taste and she was hooked for however long this attraction would