He hums as he leans back in his chair. I’m not sure if he can sense my trepidation, but I feel it full force. I am nervous about bikers being here.
I know it won’t be the Vicious Reapers.
There is probably another group, but still. It doesn’t change the fact that I worry about it, but not for the same reasons someone else would. More because I know what they’re capable of and how every woman in this place will probably fall madly in love with them, which will create a whole new host of problems. Because I know exactly how it feels to fall for one of those.
It’s perfect and brutal, pleasure mixed with pain. You would go to the ends of the earth just for a moment with them even though you know it’s going to end in heartache. For those moments, those slices of heaven, it’s worth it all.
“The Vicious Reapers,” Mr. Bennet announces.
My stomach doesn’t just sink, it flips, then flops.
“The Vicious Reapers,” I whisper.
Repeating the words doesn’t make it less true. It just cements it all inside my head even more.
The Vicious Reapers… here.
How could this possibly be? I don’t ask him because if I do, he’ll know I know them. And he might ask questions. I don’t want anyone to know about my life. About my past. Although it wasn’t too seedy. I was just a young girl in love. I still don’t want anyone to know… or dig.
“They’re an MC in the mountains. They know what they’re doing. They have security backgrounds. I have a feeling it will be better than Vegas security by the time they’re done with us.”
He is so fucking proud of himself. And if I didn’t know better, I would probably think the same thing. But I know who they are, and while I’m sure they’ll be great at security, their being here day in and day out, the chance that one of them will recognize me and tell Axton, is too high for my liking.
PIGGY
Shuffling into the house, I strip off my uniform because I don’t have a choice. There is no fucking way I could crawl into bed after a whole day of work. Forcing myself to take a hot shower, I close my eyes, and my thoughts instantly shift to Millie.
To Millie on that stage, drenched in gold. Soaping my body, I try to shift my focus to something else, anything else, but Millie is the only thing I can think about.
Her up on that stage, her body moving gracefully, sensually, like she was created for that purpose alone—to seduce me. At least that’s how it feels, which means every fucking man in that club feels that way.
My cock twitches a few times before it hardens. And the urge is too strong. Wrapping my fingers around my cock, I gentlystroke myself to the memories of her on that stage. Thinking about her body, the way it moved.
The way she twirled around that pole and the strength and grace she showed in every single movement she made. My hand glides back and forth over my wet skin, the soap helping it ease along, helping it bring me closer to my release.
My cock is hard, my lower back tingling, and I can feel my orgasm approaching. I’m on the fucking edge. And then it happens. My balls draw up, and my cum shoots out in ribbons onto the wet shower floor. I groan, pinching my eyes closed tighter before I open them.
I watch as my cum slides down the drain.
The release is great, but also, a hollow feeling consumes me.
She’s not going to be in that bed waiting for me. She hasn’t been waiting for me for ten years. I let her go. I watched her walk away, and I didn’t give a fuck. I just let her go. My biggest regret in life is losing this woman because of my immature, selfish, stupid pride.
Turning the water off, I reach for a towel and dry myself off before I wrap it around my waist. I make my way to the bedroom, drop the towel next to my dresser, and grab a pair of boxer briefs.
After tugging them on, I crawl into bed, my eyes closing instantly, and then I fall asleep. I’m exhausted from work and the orgasm, although that left me wanting more—wanting her.
Millie.
CHAPTER FIVE
PIGGY
The restaurant comes into view.This is honestly the last place I want to be. Where I should be is watching Millie. I can’t stay away from her, even if I know I should. I have no business watching her, following her… essentially stalking her.
It’s been a decade.
She isn’t the same person, and neither am I.
