“I got a couple of guys from Eminence University working for me. They’re making enough to pay their tuition. I’ll throw leather vests on them, and they can pretend to be bikers for a day.” Bullet stood and stretched. “Do me a favor,” he said to me and Blue. “If you know someone, send him my way. It’ll be good money.”
Blue laughed. “You know everyone I know.”
“I might be interested,” I said before Bullet could walk away.
He slid his tatted hands into his pockets and narrowed his gaze. “How is your old lady going to feel about you getting your dick wet in one of my kittens?”
“I’ll work it out.” I’d get a pass. A one-off. I’d fucked around, but it wasn’t cheating. I didn’t do relationships. I didn’t hide what I did from McKelle. We fought about it, but we fought about everything.
I hadn’t hooked up with anyone else in months. McKelle agreed not to label our relationship, and I agreed not to fuck anyone behind her back. I’d talk to her first, explain the situation, and let her know it was just business. Just a bit more sacrifice for the patch.
“Work it out, and I’ll let Jinx know she’s got one more of her seven bikers.”
Bullet followed Rogue out of the MC.
Blue’s jaw clenched as he grabbed my empty beer bottle on the table. “I’ll help you clean up.”
I followed him behind the bar. For a moment, neither of us spoke. I could smell the stench of judgment coming off him. I once told Blue he didn’t want me as his conscience, and I sure as fuck didn’t need him being mine. “Prospects clean up. I got this.”
Blue leaned against the counter. “Best friends tell each other when they’re fucking up. You’re fucking up.”
I tossed the bar towel into the sink. “Nah. Fucking up would be hiding it from her. I’m not going to fuck around behind her back. I’m not comparing what I got with McKelle to what you have with Kiss. But McKelle isn’t hung up on being exclusive.”
Blue’s grumble didn’t conceal his opinion.
Leaving locking up the MC to Steele or Kodiak, we headed to the back of the clubhouse and turned down along hall. At one end, a door exited the building. At the other was the business office of the club.
“I’m in the shop tomorrow,” Blue said. “Do you want to catch a late movie with the girls?” He paused before turning the handle to his room. “I mean, if you survive your conversation with McKelle.”
McKelle
Voices sounded from the hallway. Blue’s easy laugh, and Cruz’s muffled words. I couldn’t help the skip of my heart. When I’d told Cruz there was something wrong with me, I wasn’t lying.
When we were good, it was so good. But god, he could be such a dick. After two years, you’d think I’d get tired of the ride. But three things gave me a rush. Racing down the straights, kissing the track on the corners, and Cruz.
I needed him the same way I needed the high of adrenaline. I was fire, and he was kerosene. Maybe we were a bit toxic together, but it burned so hot.
My nipples ached, and the crotch of my panties was soaked. I was such a slut for him.
The door creaked open. Knowing Cruz was about to come to bed caused a riot of flutters in my belly, not because I was in his bed, in a darkened room of the MC, with the scent of his cologne surrounding me. Okay, those weren’t theonlyreasons for the butterflies.
Earlier, when Blade hadn’t called for the vote, I could feel the hurt coming off him. He was good at pretending, but this was the stuff that messed with his head and made him stupid—when he didn’t feel good enough despite empirical evidence that he was anamazing human being, and these Harley riding assholes were lucky to know him.
Yet, somehow, he’d convinced himself he needed the patch to belong. He couldn’t see the Hellers had already accepted him. Not only did he ride with them, but I was in his bed, in a room he rented, in their clubhouse. Not just a room, but he was earning money at their bar, and he had a key to the main doors.
The mattress dipped as he sat at the bottom of the bed, bent over, and tugged off his boots. His shirt and cut stretched taut against a muscular back built from hard work.
“Hi,” I whispered, breaking the silence.
He glanced over his shoulder, and a shiver skated along my spine.
“You should be sleeping.” His voice did wicked things to my body. Just deep enough to sound dirty. Tunnels furrowed his shoulder-length brown hair. He raked his fingers through it again.
“I can’t sleep.” Because I was imagining him between my legs, those hazel eyes staring at me, with a devilish grin on his lips.
“Are you still pissed at me for yesterday?”
“No.” A slow smile found my lips. “But I don’t need to be pissed to want you to fuck me.”
