PROLOGUE
LoneStar
My eyes are like magnets,they’re drawn to the friend of our new tutor, teacher, whatever the fuck title Jersey’s going by. It’s not that she’s the most stunning woman on the planet that captivates me and keeps my eyes trained on her, it’s that she has this glow about her and a laughter that makes you smile no matter what mood you’re in. I find myself looking for her in the crowd, searching her out, and I never do that shit.
“Who’re you looking for, brother?” Slayer asks as he sidles up beside me next to the bonfire. He pulls his pack of smokes out of his pocket and lights one up.
“Nobody,” I lie, lifting my beer to my lips and swallowing a large gulp. “Don’t let Letti catch you smoking.” I chuckle, because at our last gathering, she marched up to him, grabbed his new, freshly opened pack and tossed it into the fire. She’s been on a mission lately, determined to keep us all as healthy as possible.
With rapt attention, I watch as Slayer peruses the perimeter with a keen eye, looking for the Tasmanian Devil herself, whichhe’s recently tagged her as. She comes in like a wrecking ball, destroying paths as she continues with her sole objective—keeping us all in line.
“It’s like she didn’t get the memo that we’re bikers, heart and soul, we live on the edge of life,” he mutters.
He’s right, we are and we do. But we aren’t your typical bikers who party day and night, house club sluts, and walk around with our dicks swinging in the wind. Too much damn drama to bring that into the clubhouse. We want some tail, we go out and find it the old fashioned way, it’s one of the things Riptide insisted on when we moved to East Texas, one none of us opposed. Don’t get me wrong, we live wild and free, we party, and we get laid, but the reward is so much sweeter when we have to put the work in for it. Plus, every single one of us knew one day, we’d want to settle down and have a few rug rats, and it wouldn’t be a good idea to have sluts roaming around, half dressed because it’d be a tense and uncomfortable atmosphere for our families.
Construction is underway, the remnants of that piled up and out of the way from where we’re hanging out, but it still captures my attention and has me shaking my head at how much things are changing. A schoolhouse is being constructed with underground tunnels and safe rooms, not something one thinks of when they’re ushering their kids off for an education, but unfortunate events make that necessary. Jersey’s trailer has been moved in, buckled down, septic installed, and all the other vexing shit that goes along with making it livable is done.
“Man, seriously, who are you looking for?” Slayer asks, pulling a lung full of smoke in as he puffs on his cigarette.
I wave the plume of smoke away from my face and try to dismiss him. With a nonchalant tone, I answer, “No one, nosy ass.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for the teach,” he teases, but there’s an underlying growl in his voice that has me snapping my head in his direction and raising my eyebrows at him. “What? Don’t look at me like that, LoneStar. It was just a question.”
“It was more than that,” I accuse. “What is it about her that rubs you the wrong way?”
“Can’t answer that because I don’t know,” he admits. At least he’s being honest and isn’t feeding me a line of bullshit.
“She’s not going anywhere, Slayer. You need to figure out a way to be in the same room as her without wanting to strangle her.”
“I don’t want to strangle her, per se,” he says around a sigh. “But the way she saunters around her as if her shit doesn’t stink, grates on my nerves.”
I chuckle. “She doesn’t do that, brother. You’re seeing something none of the rest of us do. She’s shy, I think you’re confusing that with a woman who has her nose stuck up in the air.”
He snorts, shaking his head. “Whatever. I think you’re wrong, but I’m willing to give her the benefit of the doubt and try to cool my jets when she’s around.”
“Good, you can start now,” I say as the door to Jersey’s trailer swings open and the duo of women come strolling out.
My VP quickly stands up, tosses his butt into the fire, and asks, “Need another beer? I’m heading to the cooler to grab one for myself.”
“Nah, I’m keeping things light tonight,” I state, my vision glued to the tight ass of Britton as she and Jersey walk over to the folding tables with a buffet of food on them.
“Suit yourself,” he says as he high steps it toward the other side of the yard, putting as much distance between him and Jersey as he can.
“She’s going to turn his world upside down,” I say to myself, noticing that Jersey’s eyes navigate to him as he makes his way across the field which causes me to laugh. “Foreplay is the best way.”
“What has you over here giggling like a girl?” A sexy, make my dick as hard as a rock, feminine voice asks.
“What’s it to you?” I ask, my lips tilting upward with levity. One of my favorite pastime events is bantering with her. The woman gives as good as she gets. Not a trait you find often these days and it’s one I find highly attractive. “And, I don’t giggle. I’m a man card wielder. Have it in my wallet if you want to dig it out and check for proof.” For emphasis, I lift my hips and swivel them in the seat, shifting from left to right.
She tosses her head back and howls with laughter. “You’re a dirty dog, LoneStar.”
“Don’t laugh, you’ll hurt his feelings,” I say, sticking out my bottom lip. “He’s sensitive, ya know?”
“Aww,” she coos, reaching down and patting my dick like he’s the dog she accused me of being. Her petting touch sends a shockwave of electricity flowing through me. With one action, she caused me to heel. I’m so damn flabbergasted and thunderstruck that for once, I can’t seem to formulate or articulate any words. All thoughts have left my cranium, I’m a clean slate. A void. “Cat got your tongue?”
Clearing my throat, I play on her pun. “Damn, woman. Your words are as sharp as your claws.”
“Is it my words that got you or the fact that I touched your dick that has you saying that?” Her eyes brighten and I know she’s fixing to go in for the kill. “That is your dick, right? You didn’t stuff a sock and put it in your jockstrap, did you?”
