I turn to see Mercedez by the doorway.
“Do you want to watch a movie?”
“I’ve got business stuff to do.” I tilt my head in the direction of the computer.
She takes a step inside the room. “Sorry, no sweet butts are allowed in here.” Ever since one sweet butt framed an ol’ lady, they aren’t allowed into the computer room. It’s where I work on the computer and monitor security.
She takes a step back. “Or we can go upstairs?” she says with a wink.
My dick shrivels. Ever since I’ve had Milly, I don’t want anyone else. I don’t even think Mercedez could get me hard during a blowjob.
I give her a tight smile. “This needs to be done.” I have nothing to do, but while I’m spiraling, it’s the only place that Mercedez isn’t allowed in.
“Oh, okay,” she says, sounding disappointed. “Maybe later.”
I nod, and once she leaves, I swivel in my chair to face the computer. Mercedez is attractive, but I don’t see how I’m going to hide that I’m just not interested anymore. I’m a jerk for letting it go on for so long, but I enjoy being wanted. I liked acting like we were in a relationship, even though we never were. I liked the hugs, the affection, and the sex, but I never loved her. I liked having someone there.
But she wants more, and I can’t give her that. I’ve told her we aren’t in a relationship, but she doesn’t believe me. She thinks she can change my mind, so I’ve just let it go and have continued sleeping with her. Axle gives me shit about leading her on, but I’ve been upfront and honest with her. If she wants to delude herself, well, that’s on her.
I’ve noticed that she has gotten clingier since Milly has been staying here. It seems she’s worried about our chemistry. But I’m single, so I can do as I please. I hate drama, especially girl drama, so I’ve been trying to keep my distance. I school my features when Mercedez follows me around the clubhouse, trying to sit on my lap or grope me for sex. I have a suspicion that even if she notices me pulling away, she’ll only try harder. It makes me torn between not being a dickhead to her and not causing club drama.
Then we have Reaper. I groan. I feel shitty for going against his order, but do I regret it? Hell no. I’d sleep with her again in a heartbeat. All reason goes out the window when Milly is around. She has me in a chokehold. Her lips fit perfectly with mine. But there’s that thought in the back of my mind:What if we get caught? What will happen to me?
I’m sure Reaper will want to kill me. He made it clear we aren’t allowed to touch her, but oh, the temptation was just too much for me. I’ve always been reckless and have no self-control, especially when it comes to her. I had to have a taste of the forbidden fruit, and now I’m insatiable. I crave her every second.
Demon and Ivy know about us, but Demon keeps to himself. He’s not interested in drama and club politics, so I think I’m safe there. Ivy is close with Milly, so I don’t think she’ll say anything either. But if more people find out... then we have a problem.
I heard Milly leave for work this morning. She most likely won’t get home until late tonight. I’d love to spend more time with her, to convince her we need another night together. Maybe we could go away to a hotel, somewhere we don’t have to worry about the watchful eyes of the club. I let out a long sigh. I can kid myself all I want, but one more night will not be enough. We succumbed to our desires, oblivious to the storm it would spark.
THREE
PUSH AND PULL
Milly
After my shiftat the hospital, I pull into the shed beside the club truck. I get out and look at the rows of Harley-Davidsons. A handful are missing, making me wonder where the guys are. I’ve gotten used to living here. I like the club’s family vibe and the company of the members’ partners. I enjoy coming home to people and feeling like I belong rather than returning to an empty house. I shouldn’t be enjoying it as much as I am, because at some point I’ll have to go home.
A motorcycle pulls in behind me. It’s Ivy and Demon. She must have just finished her shift too. Once she takes her helmet off and swings her leg over the bike, she smiles at me. “How was work?”
“I don’t want to jinx my next shift, but it was relatively quiet. What about you?” I ask.
“Mine was busy,” she says with a yawn.
The three of us walk toward the clubhouse. My shoulders are still tense. “I could do a wine and bed.”
Ivy sighs. “Bed sounds fabulous right about now.”
When we walk inside, it’s quiet. As I walk farther into the clubhouse, I see Cash at the bar. In the lounge, a few of the sweet butts are asleep on the couch.
“Where is everyone?”
“Managing the fights. Rage will be on later tonight,” Cash replies. The club manages illegal bare-knuckle fights and the gambling that comes with them.
I’m exhausted, but I should stay up to check on Rage after his fight.
I go into the kitchen to grab something quick to eat and hear a wrapper rustling in the pantry. As I walk closer, I see Twitch, who’s leaning over. What is he doing? I step over to him and tap him on the shoulder. His body stills.
I clear my throat. “And what areyoudoing, hmm?” He looks suspicious.
