“And?” I ask, pulling the pillow over my head to cover my eyes when he flips on the light.
“Why are you naked in bed this late in the day?” he asks.
Because after I found out Adam was still alive, I tried to fix my relationship with Sin, and when he pretty much told me to go fuck myself, I went and got hammered. Not the smartest thing, but drowning my sorrows sounded good. Plus, I was hoping my girl would show up at the biker bar. Shenever did. Guess she didn’t have a job last night. Probably a good thing. Otherwise, I would have made a fool of myself.
“Kash?” Haidyn barks, getting my attention.
He’s not going to go away.
Letting out a growl, I shove the pillow away and flip onto my back. “Why are you holding a cat?” I ask. He stands next to my bed with Charlotte’s pussy cradled in his arm like a football. His free hand slowly rubs over it like it’s a lamp with a genie inside to grant him three wishes.
Haidyn ignores my question and runs his blue eyes over my naked body. I rolled onto my back hoping it would make him uncomfortable, and he’d leave. Wishful thinking. We’ve seen enough dicks in our lives. Especially each other’s.
“Saint asked if I had seen you today.” He frowns, meeting my stare.
I fold my hands under my head, propping it up and giving him a smile. “Now you can say you’ve seenallof me.”
He rolls his eyes. “Get up. Shower and put some clothes on. Then get your ass down to the basement.” With that, he turns and exits with the damn cat.
Jesus Christ, his wife has turned him into a pussy lover. All he needs is one of those clear backpacks that women carry around with their cats stuffed into them.
I debate going back to sleep, but he left the light on, so I have to get up anyway to at least turn it off.
Fuck it.
I pick up my cell off the nightstand and see it’s almost dead. I didn’t even bother plugging it in last night. I hate how much it hurts that I don’t have any missed calls or texts from Easton. He’s mad at me, and for good reason.
I fucked up. I seem to do that a lot.
I have a text, though, so I open it up. It’s from Mr. Fells.
It gives me a time and place for closing on my new house. It’s taken longer than I wanted, but it still moved more quickly than what is common.
I was willing to pay significantly over the asking price. Nothing is too much when it comes to my girl and our future.
Plugging my cell in to the charger, I get up.
Taking a cold shower doesn’t make me feel any better. But if I don’t go see what Haidyn and Saint want, they’ll come up to my room. Together. And I can’t escape them both. Less than fifteen minutes later, I’m pulling on a T-shirt as I shut my bedroom door, making my way down to the basement.
“What do you need?” I ask, entering the pits.
Saint has some guy strapped to the metal table in the center of the room while Haidyn stands next to it.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Saint barks at me.
Going over to the counter, I pick up Haidyn’s pack of cigarettes and remove the Zippo from my pocket, lighting one up. I left mine up in myroom. “Why the fuck does it matter?” I turn to face them, leaning my ass against the edge, and take a drag from the cigarette, feeling the nicotine fill my lungs. Since when do they care what I do with my time? They don’t give me a play-by-play of what they do with theirs.
The guy on the table fights the restraints as Saint adds another over his neck.
Saint’s eyes narrow on mine, but he doesn’t say anything. Mine go to Haidyn, and he frowns at my attitude. “I see you lost the furry pussy. No longer babysitting?” His frown deepens, and I ignore it.
I’m usually the one who cuts up and keeps everyone laughing. I’m over it. I’m mad at them. Even if it’s my fault.
“What’s wrong?” Saint asks me.
“Nothing.” I turn to leave, realizing they don’t need me for anything. I could have stayed in bed and wallowed in my own pity.
“Kashton.”
