Sure, I had to somehow get off occasionally and used some sweet butt to do so, but as soon as Kiplyn was ready, I promised myself that she would be the only girl I’d touch.
Kiplyn didn’t know where our relationship was headed. She saw me as a guy who was protective of her, just like her brother. But I saw the way she looked at me. Her eyes told me things she never said.
I was holding her in my arms, the way I did most nights. I made her move into a separate room at the club, so Duke could have his own fun. I spent most nights in her new room, cuddling her and keeping her close.
It was early in the morning, and the sun wasn’t out yet. I was lying on my back, with Kiplyn’s arm and leg over my body and her face hiding in the crook of my neck. My left hand moved over her back, and with my right, I scratched her head softly.
For this whole year, I thought this was all I needed from her. But I wasn’t the only one wanting more.
Kip’s hand moved from my chest down to my stomach, where she could feel all my muscles. Her leg moved over my already hardening cock, and I reached down with my hand to stop her from doing it again. She’d done this before, teasing me.
“Kip, stop,” I growled, knowing she wasn’t doing it on purpose. I was five years older, and I didn’t want to cause any shit with her brother for being romantically involved with his sister.
“No,” she mumbled against my skin, moving her leg once more, causing my dick to twitch in my shorts.
“Kiplyn,” I warned, now cupping her jaw and turning her head to make her look at me. “I told you before. I’m not going to fuck you, no matter how much you tease and beg.”
Her brows furrowed. She wasn’t happy with that, so she moved her hand to my waistband, gripping it tightly. “I’m not going to wait until I’m eighteen, Wilder. You want it, too.”
Fuck, yeah, I did. But she’s a virgin, no experience whatsoever. I wanted it to be special for her. Not just a quick fuck to get it over with.
I pulled her hand away from my waistband then looked into her eyes. “I love you, Kip. But we gotta wait.”
She sighed. “I’ll turn eighteen in five months. If you love me, how have you never wanted to strip me and touch me? Or kiss me…” she whispered, looking at my lips.
I have kissed her neck before to make her fall asleep. When she was upset, that was one way to calm her down. But I never dared to do more than that. And had I known what would’ve happened just hours later, I might have taken her up on her offer and slept with her, to show her just how much I loved her.
Chapter One
Kiplyn
It’s been four years since they took him to jail. He went without a fight, letting two officers handcuff him in the middle of the club, in front of everyone. He was being charged for arson, although he wasn’t the one who set a neighbor’s house on fire. Luckily, no one was inside when it happened.
To this day, we had no idea who the mastermind behind that whole shit show was, making it look like Wilder was the one doing it. He could’ve fought against it. He could’ve pleaded not guilty because the little evidence the judge had was not enough to decide to put him to jail for four years.
I had no idea why he just took it upon himself. At the trials, he only spoke when it was necessary. That was the last time I saw him. He was charged, taken away, and I never got to see him again all those years.
Well, I did have a chance to see him. I just didn’t take those chances. I was mad at him for leaving. For not fighting for his right because I knew he didn’t set that fire. I was mad at him for not telling me why he was letting them take him to jail. Not even Texas, his brother, and National President of the Mayhem’s MC wanted to let me in on their little secret.
I had to live with not knowing why he left me and the club. One whole year he promised not to leave me. To always protect me and have my back. I promised the same to him. But how was I supposed to stick to his side when he was locked up?
Months after he left, Crow took over his spot as the VP for as long as Wilder was gone. Crow was an asshole. A bastard. The biggest piece of shit on earth. But everyone seemed to trust him. Even Texas. And even me.
He didn’t treat me the way Wilder did, which was why I decided to hang out with him whenever he was at the club. Duke and I finally got to move out and get our own apartment, and now, at twenty-one, he even let me have a job to pay for bills and food. I didn’t go to college and enjoyed working at a local grocery store. It was a shit job, but it helped me get my mind off Wilder.
Four years was a long time. I grew up. Became an adult and made up my own mind. Duke didn’t have a say anymore. I could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Even if it meant letting the devil himself close to me to mess with my heart.
It was Friday night, and Wilder had been released from prison. He served too many years for something he hadn’t done, and everyone at the club was excited to see him again. They went to pick him up this afternoon and should be back any minute.
“You think he’s gonna be mad when he finds out you’re with Crow now?” Rosalie was the only one I talked to lately. As the youngest old lady in the club, she understood the problems I went through. She was my age, twenty-one, and the only one who stuck with me when I moved on and let Crow approach me. All the other old ladies took a step back, showing me just how much they didn’t agree with me pushing Wilder aside and getting the next best dick in this club.
I sighed, taking off the lid of a bowl filled with salad. We were in the club’s kitchen, preparing everything for his arrival. “He’s not gonna be happy about it. That’s for sure,” I mumbled. There was no way Texas hadn’t told him about Crow and me. They were brothers by blood, and Texas visited him at least four times a month.
Chapter Two
Wilder
“HE’S BACK!” I was barely out of the van Boone picked me up with, and everyone was already standing outside the clubhouse, holding a beer and chanting my name. Iron patted my back, grinning from ear to ear. “You’re home,” he told me. I couldn’t even take one more step away from the vehicle before my older brother Texas pulled me into a hug.
Without hesitating, I hugged him back, closing my eyes to keep the tears from rolling down my face. I was happy to be back, but I was not going to cry in front of the whole fucking club.
“Happy you’re back, little brother. The club’s gone to shit without you.” I knew. Texas came to visit me a lot. He told me everything that was happening at the club. Every little detail, and every little thing that went down.
He also told me about Kiplyn and Crow. I should’ve been mad. Furious, even. But instead of hate, I felt nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing.
I didn’t know why she never came to visit me. Texas never mentioned her until he told me the news about her and Crow. Crow was a piece of shit. Not because he took away my Kiplyn, but because he managed to crawl his way up everyone’s asses, including Texas’s, to then come out at the second-highest rank as VP. He had my patch, and I was going to get it back.
A talk with Texas was already on my schedule. Crow was the last one who deserved that patch. And yes, we were supposed to support each other. Care for our brothers and push them to be the greatest version of themselves. But Crow didn’t have good intentions. I’d heard bad things about him in prison. Things I couldn’t tell Texas while I was still stuck in there. Didn’t want to cause more shit.