“Right. You don’t want to answer that. The price you paid for that thirty seconds of pleasure was losing me forever, Zeke. Clearly, you didn’t consider that before unzipping your jeans.”
When he lifted his head, his eyes narrowed on her. “Wasfuckin’ drunk! Fucked up. How many fuckin’ times I gotta say that?”
He was getting mad at her? “What you haven’t done once is apologize. You knew I was going to be at the party—youinvitedme—but you did it anyway. It made me wonder if you did it on purpose because you wanted to scrape me off. You wanted to be single so you could fuck anything with tits without any guilt.”
“That wasn’t?—”
She lifted a palm. “Save it for someone who will believe you. You could’ve been a real man and just broken up with me. I should’ve kept my expectations low with a guy whose nickname is Trouble.”
“Road name.”
“It is now, but you’ve had that nickname since you were a kid, Zeke. Why? Because you earned it. Believe me, that’s not a badge of honor.”
“For fuck’s sake, Ky, made a goddamn mistake.”
“A mistake. Did Bunny slip and fall to her knees only for your dick to accidentally get caught in her mouth on the way down?”
“Ky, I—” He shook his head and raked his long fingers through his shoulder-length hair. His thick, dark brown hair had always been the envy of other guys, not to mention women, too.
Yes, he was pretty, but she couldn’t forget who he was at his core. He was one person who was truly “bad to the bone.”
“Want the truth, Ky. Is he mine?”
“He’s mine.”
“Keep sayin’ that but takes two and he looks like me. Not like that dude you were with at the festival.”
“I only met—” She shook her head. He didn’t need toknow that she only began to date Glen recently. She also didn’t need to explain herself. To Zeke or to anyone.
“Got a shit ton of family. Coulda helped raise him. Still can.”
“You mean all the”—she air quoted—“family that belongs to a biker club?”
“Best kind to have.”
“Why would I want my son taking after you? You’ve proven you’re no role model. You went off to jail after high school and I went off to college. It isn’t difficult to figure out who made better life choices.”
“Knew that when you hooked up with me.”
“We’re all entitled to make one mistake. But to repeat the same one over and over…” She sighed. “I need to get back inside and put my son to bed. Go home, Zeke, and leave me—us—alone.”
As she turned to head back inside, what he said next stopped her in her tracks.
“If you ain’t gonna admit it, want a DNA test.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Zeke might be a biker, but he had funds behind him between his family and his club to go after custody. To make her life miserable. She swallowed down her panic and said as calmly as possible, “That’s what courts are for. Go get an order for one.”
“If that’s how you wanna fuckin’ play it, Ky, I can do that. You forget we got a club attorney. Findin’ out the truth ain’t gonna cost me a goddamn thing.”
She heard the unspoken,“Unlike what it will cost you.”
“Maybe not in attorney fees, but it’ll cost you in other ways,” she warned.
“You sayin’ that makes me even more sure that Ledger’s mine.”
“For shits and giggles, let’s just say he is. Do you really want to open that Pandora’s box? Just so you can turn around and fight paying child support? Or so we can go to court and fight over custody? Because if he was yours, you’d want to have custody of him, right? And not hand him off to some sweet butt to babysit because a toddler takes up a lot of time and attention?”
