I felt myself tense at the way Vin called herbitch. I might have called her that myself, but I did not want anyone else saying it. In fact, the though of any man even looking at her the way I did made me see red.
“Reel it the fuck in, Sketch,” Vin snapped with a shake of his head. “I’m just seeing what you know about her. I put out the feelers on her too, and I hear she ain’t after cock.” He frowned, and now it was my turn to shake my head. “You wanna chase ass that you can’t have, be my guest, but keep your priorities straight. Heard she’s trouble and I don’t need that shit right now, especially when all it seems like you’ll be getting out of it is a black eye and a bloody nose.” He barked out a laugh and I cracked a grin, realizing that, despite the shit that was going down around us at the moment, Vin was yanking my chain.
“Trust me, she’s worth the trouble,” I replied.
I surprised myself as I let the words out, and my smile fell.
Damn, what the hell was happening to me?
No woman was worth the trouble; that was exactly why I didn’t keep ’em once I’d gotten what I needed. Life was too short to be dealing with a woman’s drama, and there was far too much pussy in the world for just one to ever satisfy a man.
“You sure about that?” he asked as we left church. “I heard she used to get about a fair bit, though she had just been a scrawny trailer bitch, and then one day she just up and left. Turned back up six months ago with a woman on her arm and looking smokin’ hot, but no man has gotten close enough to even smell her pheromones.”
It was pretty much the same thing I’d heard from Skull earlier. Still didn’t like the idea that she’d fucked around so much when she was younger, but I guess that was just a dick thing for me to say since I couldn’t even remember all the pussy I’d had in my life. I got to thinking on why she would just up and leave like that though. I suddenly stopped walking and turned back to Vin.
“Pheromones?” I laughed. “What the fuck do you know about pheromones?”
Vin slapped me on the back. “That’s just rude, brother. I’m all educated and shit, I’ll have you know.”
We reached the bar where Crank was tapping away furiously on a laptop, a tall glass of ice next to him.
“No shit?” I said in surprise. Never would have pegged Vin for having an education. Not that he wasn’t smart, because he was. He was one of the smartest men I’d probably ever come across. But a good education never seemed to be important when you were in this kind of life. I guess I was just a judgmental asshole all round today.
Lex came over and Vin pulled her onto his lap, one hand reaching around her waist and pulling her tighter against him. He pushed her hair to one side and planted kisses along her neck while she closed her eyes and hummed.
When she opened her eyes, she caught me in her stare. Lex was a damn fine woman. Beautiful to a fault. Vin was one lucky motherfucker to have her as his old lady.
“Yeah, my man here is college educated. It’s where we met,” she said, turning her face to the side so Vin could capture it with his hands.
He kissed her long and hard, one hand moving up from her waist to cup her breast and squeeze it until she groaned. I looked away from the scene in front of me and lit a cigarette. Eventually they came up for air, and he pushed her off his lap and slapped her ass.
“Bed. Now!” he ordered.
We both watched her walk away, her tight ass twitching as she moved.
He looked back at me, “That’s my old lady, Sketch, roll your tongue up.”
I laughed. “Sorry, Prez.”
He slapped me on the shoulder. “Hard not to stare, I get it. But as far as this Nancy bitch goes, all I’m saying is, if she’s worth the trouble to you, then she’s worth the trouble to all of us. If not, fuck her and cut her loose. She seems like trouble wrapped up in a sweet body, so I don’t blame you for trying, but there’s plenty of women around to keep you busy if all you’re looking for is ass.”
He walked away, following in Lex’s footsteps, and I sat down on the stool next to Crank as I let my thoughts wander to Nancy.
Was she worth the trouble?
She was hot, that went without saying. Smokin’ hot, even.
But that still didn’t answer my original question: was she worth the trouble?
I’d never been so fascinated with a woman before. She was untamed and wild, with a wicked tongue and a beautiful smile. She’d had her fair share of men, and none of them had managed to keep her and now she was with this Tammy bitch. What the fuck was that all about? And why did I care so damn much?
I knew she was something special that first time I saw her in the Motor Lounge, all tight black leather, blond curls, and ruby red lips. She’d awakened something in me that night, and whatever it was hadn’t gone to sleep since. She consumed my every thought and every action. She was the flames in my fire and I had no doubt that together we could fucking burn the world down if we wanted.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
I wanted to be inside of her so bad, no doubt. I wanted to feel her sweet body wrapped around mine as I buried my cock deep inside her and she screamed out my name like I was her god. But it was also more than that. I wanted to know more about her. And not just so I could get in her pants. I wanted to hear her talk. See her blush. Feel her chest rising and falling as she slept next to me, her body curled into my side. I wanted to hear about her childhood and all those other dickwads who’d tried to keep her and failed. I wanted to know her favorite food, her favorite song, and I wanted to look in her eyes as she came undone beneath me. I was fascinated and transfixed by her, for reasons I didn’t understand.
I swallowed at the realization of what all this meant.
