“I know.”
“Not for you and me either. If it’s not going to be just us, we have two options. You have to promise me that nothing happens without our boy putting on a condom. Or we all get tested, and if he touches anyone else while he’s with us, I’m burying him out on Bullet’s property.”
“There are all kinds of questions in that statement.”
“Not now. Just tell me, is he wrapping up or are we getting tested?”
“I didn’t plan for last night. I think we should all get tested.”
I released a heavy exhale. She’d fallen hard and fast, and I was figuring out how he fit with us. Because I never wanted there to be a Ryatt and McKelle without me. “You trust him?”
“I do, and I trust you.” She curled her fingers around my neck and pulled my lips to hers. The soft pad of her tongue and the steel knob of her piercing glazed acrossmy lips. I hissed, collared her throat, and pushed my tongue into the sweet wetness of her mouth.
A nearly silent whimper slipped from her as she kissed me back.
“Come to the MC tonight.”
“I’m scared,” she said. “I don’t know how he’s going to react to us.”
I didn’t know either and there was only one way to find out.
“He needs to know the truth before anything else happens between us, and before anything happens between you and him.”
After I said goodbye to McKelle and kept my promise to Cece, saying goodbye to her, too, I headed over to the MC. Brenna was the only one in the clubhouse.
“Pike is over at Crew Custom Cycle. He picked up a bike from Lee. Once he drops it off at the shop, he’s going to bring the hearse back. I found some furniture online. We’re going to go pick it up. We can’t move into the trailer until the first of the month, so my mom is going to let us store it in her basement.”
“Do you need some help?” The hearse was a flatbed truck the club used on long rides to haul dead bikes and supplies. But it had hauled a few dead bodies and stolen car parts when we used to go midnight shopping for Lee’s salvage yard.
“Maybe. You’ll have to ask Pike.”
“I’m going over there now.” Because I wanted to talk to Romeo before I spoke with Ryatt again.
I headed out the door, climbed onto my bike, and rolled out of the MC lot. The electronic fence closed behind me. Did Ryatt even have the code for the gate? Probably not. At some point today, we were supposedto meet up here. For all I knew, he could’ve come and gone when he couldn’t get into the property. Not like he could call.
Which made me think of the last night at Chrome. Before I asked the board to vote on him becoming a prospect, they had to know the situation with the Kings.
I rode around to the back of the strip mall. Crew Custom Cycle occupied the last two units. Stormy had opened a dance studio next to Wild Ink, Hana’s tattoo shop.
Dozer and Romeo sat on plastic lawn chairs at a small bistro table next to the back door. Once I parked my bike, I joined them.
“What the fuck happened last night?” Dozer clamped a cigarette between his lips.
I plopped down in a chair and my gaze locked on Romeo because he was the one with an investment in my relationship.Ryatt. “McKelle and I got back together.”
I waited for Romeo’s reaction, but the only indication he heard me was a tick in his jaw.
“I’m not surprised.” Dozer rolled the cherry of his cigarette in the ashtray. “But I was talking about Ryatt. He bounced and next thing I know, you and McKelle are off in a corner talking.”
“There was a situation, and he had to leave.”
Romeo huffed a breath. “Were you the situation? Take it from me, getting rid of Ryatt won’t make McKelle yours.”
“I’m not trying to get rid of him.” A twisted part of me wanted him in my relationship with McKelle. “Don’t ask me to explain.” Because before last night, I’d hated him. “Some shit went down last night at Chrome. Weneed to talk to Ryatt. Just the three of us. We need to talk before Friday night at church.”
“What’s going on?” Dozer asked.
“He wants to prospect for the club.” I turned to Romeo. “But I’m going to be his sponsor.”
