Once inside Bash’s room, I took a deep breath. The music and noise was slightly muffled up there, and it was a nice reprieve from the chaos downstairs. I used the bathroom quickly, grateful he suggested it since I knew the downstairs one would have been a mess. I washed my hands and exited into the bedroom, only to find a strange woman propped on Bash’s bed.
“Oh. I thought you were Bash,” the woman said.
“Nope,” I replied, refusing to give away any emotion on my face.
“Well, I’m Trish.”
“Fiona,” I replied curtly, not liking the energy the woman had. Crow had mentioned her when he was trying to get a rise out of me, so I was preparing myself for her claws to come out.
“I heard about you. You’re definitely not what I expected. Then again, Bash does love to try out all the new flavors. Just the other night, I got to see him.” She smiled, closing her eyes as if recalling a fond memory. She stood up, getting right in my face and scanning me head to toe.
“Man, I just love when he lets me ride him. There’s something about seeing that scar from when he was stabbed that just turns me on. I remember I was so terrified when it happened. He almost died.”
I ignored the wave of nausea that ran through me as I recalled kissing that scar the other night, unaware of how Bash got it. The woman’s intimate familiarity with him was clear—on more than just a physical level.
“Anyway, he made it through, and somehow, the sex only got better after that. He fucks you like it’s the last time he’ll get the chance. Just thinking about it gets me all hot and bothered.” She shoved herself past me to walk into the bathroom, checking out her reflection in the mirror.
“Enjoy him while you can because he always comes back to me.” She put on a fake pout before coming closer.
“You seem like a sweet girl. I just wanted to give you a heads up. I don’t want you to be disappointed when he’s finished with you.” I feigned nonchalance, giving a small shrug.
“Life is full of disappointments. Just ask your parents.”
It took a minute for Trish to understand the insult, and then she dropped all attempts at hiding her true nature.
“You ugly bitch. I don’t even know what he sees in you. You’re nothing but a mousy little girl. Once the novelty wears off, Bash will get what he needs from someone else. Don’t get comfortable. You won’t be here for long.”
She left the room in an outraged huff, and I let out a sigh, taking a moment to sit down on the bed. I didn’t doubt that she had slept with Bash, but I believed him when he said he had stopped sleeping with anyone as soon as we started dating. Even so, it didn’t mean I was wholly comfortable hearing details of his sexual prowess with other women.
I couldn’t help but compare myself to Trish. Where she was tall and svelte, I was short and soft. She clearly understood and fit into this lifestyle far more than I did. I took a deep breath, remembering what Bull had said the night before.
I trusted Bash, but that didn’t mean I had to trust that bitch. I stood up, shaking off the negative mood, and headed back to the main floor.Will it always be like this, though?I didn’t want to have to spend all my energy beating women off of him.
I climbed down the stairs, grateful to see Crow had moved his business to another area. The party had entered a newphase. The music was louder, and there were even more people crammed into the large space. At the bottom of the steps, I took a minute to look through all of the people, trying to remember where I had left the group.
My heart jumped into my throat when I caught sight of Trish wrapped around Bash, her chest pressed against his side as she whispered in his ear. Before I could study them further, a loud whistle came from right behind me.
I turned to see a man staring at me. He was attractive, with dark hair and bright green eyes. Intricate tattoos covered every inch of his well-built form. A patch on his vest indicated he was from the SC charter, and there were some others I didn’t know the meaning of.
“Now, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. Name’s Edge. Can I get you a beer?” he asked in a gravely voice with a bit of a southern twang.
I looked over to Bash, seeing Trish still next to him, and nodded mutely to Edge. I trusted Bash, but I was also curious to see how he planned on handling Trish. I sure as fuck wasn’t going to be his gatekeeper.
“Alright, let me escort you to the bar, then, baby doll.” Edge put his hand on the small of my back as we made our way across the room.
A tingle ran down my spine once we made it across to the bar. I turned my head and caught a furious Bash staring at me. I locked eyes with him, then let them shift over to Trish as I arched an eyebrow before turning my back to him.Let’s see if Bash takes the trash out.
Bash
When Fiona walked back into the clubhouse after getting ready with Charlie, she took my breath away. She didn’t lookdifferent, but more like every part of her was highlighted and emphasized.
My eyes didn’t know where to focus; the sway of her hips, the dip of her waist, or the creamy expanse of skin exposed by the cut of her shirt. Once I got within arm’s reach, I pulled her into me. Even with heels on, she barely hit my collarbone. After pressing a hard kiss to her mouth, I looked up at the room around us.
Several of the MC Brothers were eyeing Fiona with unabashed appreciation. With my teeth clenched, I sighed, preparing for a long night. I had staked out a table across the room where I thought Fee would be the most comfortable. She would have a good view of the room without being too close to any dark corners where the more lewder activities tended to occur.
Before I even got a few steps into the clubhouse, though, Dad came through and commandeered my girl. He dragged her over to a table where the Old Ladies sat. I trailed behind, annoyed that someone else was demanding Fee’s focus.
Once we got to the table, I watched with bemusement as my own mother blatantly ignored me in favor of Fiona. The women dismissed me, and as much as I wanted to keep Fiona at my side, there was no one in the club who scared me more than Seph.
