“Well I don’t care. You need to hear it, so listen up!”
I grinned when Gauge looked over at me helplessly, because what could I say? I liked to make him suffer. And listening to one of River’s lengthy tirades was definitely going to make him suffer.
Axle walked into the kitchen at that moment, blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding until he took in the scene before him. He quickly stepping into River’s path.
“Woah, baby, what’s up?” He wrapped his arms around her waist and roughly pulled her body flush against his when she tried to get away.
“Gauge is a pig,” she mumbled as Axle leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers, and Gauge took that as his cue to shoot me an evil glare.
“I know, baby, I know,” Axle replied. “Total pig.” He kissed along her jawbone and she practically mewled as his hands grabbed hold of her ass and squeezed. “Want me to shoot him for you?”
“Uh huh,” she mumbled against his mouth, her hands moving to his hair, where she threaded her fingers through his thick hair.
“Thanks a fucking lot, brother,” Gauge mumbled and headed back out of the kitchen as quickly as possible.
Everyone made themselves busy as River and Axle made out like a couple of college kids, and when the heavy panting got too much and Silvie looked like she might ask either them or us to leave the kitchen to get some privacy, Axle hoisted her up over his shoulder and carried her laughing and screaming from the room.
I turned to look at Charlie and Silvie. They looked at each other, grins on both of their faces and a glint in their eyes that showed me I was missing out on something—something I always would be missing out on unless I got myself an old man like one of these. A pretty college boy wasn’t going to kiss me like that, or carry me away to fuck me like that. No, a pretty college boy was going to take me home to meet his mom and dad, and then what? Then I got to introduce Gauge as my dad? Maybe tell them the tale about how he met my mom, the beautiful hooker from Cali, and how he left her high and dry once he’d had what he needed, but now he had to take some responsibility for me because Mom was dead and he was all I had left in the world?
Fuck, no.
That wasn’t going to be my life, and no pretty college boy would be good enough for me.
I knew exactly what I wanted, and I knew who I wanted.
Unfortunately, it was the same biker that had been avoiding me for the past two years.
