Free Packing Double: A Bedlam Butchers MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 5) by Ruby Dixon Page A

they’re all out there dick swinging and talking shop or whatever it is that guys do when they get together.
    Me? I’m doing my laundry, because Gemini’s got a kick ass washer/dryer and my shitty apartment doesn’t. And I need clean panties. I seem to be running through them like there’s no tomorrow.
    “Oh, thank God,” Joleen says, and she sounds terribly stressed, which makes my guilt ratchet up another notch. “Tamra, honey, are you ever coming in again or do I need to write you off the schedule entirely?”
    “I’m coming in,” I tell her. “Soon. I’m feeling much better.” Mostly I’m running out of excuses. I can’t have strep for two weeks, can I? I’ve never had strep so I don’t know how long I can fake it. I squeeze out a pathetic cough just to keep my cover story going.
    “When are you coming in? Tonight?”
    I toss a new load of panties into the washer, and throw in some of Gem and Dom’s briefs while I’m in here. I almost don’t mind being domestic around them, because they handle the kitchen. Least I can do is the laundry. “Am I on the schedule tonight?”
    “Well, no, but I’m desperate. Cindy’s on vacation and Kimmy and Sue both called in. I’ve got no one to work the floor and it’s Sunday night. You know how crazy we get on game nights.”
    I wince in sympathy. Weekends are always crazy, but never more so than when football is on. It’s great tips, though, and I could use the money considering I’ve been spending the last week neglecting real life. “I’m not sure if I can get away.”
    “Let me guess,” Joleen says, and her voice is cold and biting. “You have to ask permission, right?”
    I bristle at her tone. “What are you implying?”
    “Come on, Tamra. We both know I’m not stupid. You need to ask your new owners if you can go play off the leash for a bit. I know how the Lifestyle works.”
    Her words irritate me. “That’s not how it is at all. I can do what I want. No one owns me.”
    “You sure about that?”
    My hands happen to land on my black Chrome t-shirt as I pull it out of the dryer. “I’m sure. I can work if I want to. I don’t have a ride, though.”
    “That’s not a problem,” Joleen says quickly, her voice turning wheedling. “I’ll come get you. Please, Tamra?”
    I hear the sound of multiple boots entering the kitchen. “Give me five minutes and I’ll call you back,” I tell her, then hang up. I shove my phone in my jeans pocket, grab a stack of clothing, and then head toward the main part of the house.
    All four men are there in the living room, and I’m surprised to see both Domino and Gemini putting on their patch-covered vests. They look up at the sight of me, and I see Dom’s gorgeous smile a moment before he grabs me, squishes the laundry between us, and kisses the hell out of me. When he releases me, I look over just in time to see Gem’s face descending on mine for an equally ravaging kiss. By the time both men let me go, I’m blinking and dazed.
    “We’re going out for a bit, babe,” Domino tells me. “Club business.”
    “You stay put,” Gem adds. “We’ll be home late.”
    Stay put? What am I, a dog? I ignore that, since I don’t have any intention of staying put. Instead, I change the topic. “What kind of club business?”
    Dom leans in and his mouth goes to my ear. He gives the shell a quick lick, and then murmurs, “Snitch business.” Then, he grabs a pair of lacy pink panties off the top of my clothing pile. “Wear these when we get home.”
    I snatch the panties out of his hand, since Muscle and Beast are both grinning. “You boys have fun,” I say, and then turn and head for the bedroom to put away the clothes. Gem’s hand smacks my ass as I walk past, and I should be annoyed at them, but I’m smiling. Truth be told, I like their handsiness. I like their possessive hands always touching me. I like that I always feel wanted around them.
    Even so, I recall Joleen’s words about my new