“Bullet has a situation. I need you to hear me out. You get how important the club is to me.” His voice lowered, his hand stilled, and his heart pounded beneath my ear. “I need to do a favor for Bullet.”
I’d been around the MC long enough to know a favor for Bullet could be dangerous. “Is it illegal?”
Cruz wasn’t always on the right side of the law. He’d done a bit of dealing, and I was pretty sure he used to midnight shop for car parts with Dozer. Some of those bad decisions that made me hot because I was sick like that.
I suspected something happened a few weeks ago with Blue, Rogue, and Bullet. Kiss had been petrified. She’d needed a sobriety sponsor. I’d needed a joint.
“After the shit that went down with Hayley—”
“Don’t say her name.” Just hearing her name had fear coiling around my bones. Cruz had a fucked-up philosophy on relationships and sex. Oh god. He’d promised he wouldn’t see her again. Wouldn’t touch her again. But Cruz couldn’t keep his fucking promises. If he fucked her again—
“Just listen.”
“You want to talk about her when you’re in bed with me?” I pushed away from him, but his arm snaked around my waist and pulled me close.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“Sorry for what? Did you fuck her again?” I couldn’t ebb the tide of tears in my eyes.
“Fuck. No. Baby, I haven’t cheated on you.”
But he’d fucked girls and guys while we’d been together, and that was the problem. We didn’t have the same views on sex. I fought his hold, panic snapping painfully in my gut.
“Micki, fuck. Would you listen to me?”
I spun out of his arms and scooted away from him. “Not if you’re going to talk about that bitch.”
He sat up and raked his fingers along his scalp. “Bullet doesn’t even know Hayley. Would you calm down and listen?Afterwhat happened with Hayley, I promised I’d never fuck around behind your back, and I haven’t.”
“Then why bring her up?”
“Because I’m making my promises count.”
I furrowed my brows, and my heart slammed against my ribs, breaking before the words were out of his mouth. “What does that mean?”
“Bullet has a job for me. Big payout.”
“Bullet’s a pimp.” I chewed my thumbnail, trying not to interrupt when I really wanted to rip the words from his mouth before he’d spoken them.
“Not anymore. He’s a producer—”
“—of porn,” I interrupted. “With whores.”
“Former whores. Cam girls, online only, and they’re making serious bank.” He tugged on my hand, pulling my thumb from my mouth.
“Does he want you to be their accountant?” Because Cruz was good with numbers. He had computer skills, but he had too much energy surging through him to sit in an office all day.
Lately, he’d worked with Steele at some job sites, and he had his nights behind the bar. But he didn’t have steady income from a career. Rather he was always looking for the next easy paycheck.
And he was also good with his big dick.
Cruz toppled me to the bed, holding down my arms, and sliding his lips along the tendon of my neck. “It’s a job, baby, so I’m going to need a pass.”
“What kind of pass?” I could get him a pass to the track, a bus pass, but I wasn’t sure why he’d need one when he had his bike. Oh god, his tongue teased the spot under my ear. A low moan rolled from my chest. Who was the whore now?
“Snow white is going to get railed by seven bikers. Ten minutes, and I’ll make a couple grand.”
Instantly, the haze of lust burned off. I shoved him off me. “He asked you to fuck hiskitten?”
