“You’ve not been happy—”
“No, because we have the houseguest from hell staying with us.”
He frowned. “What?”
“That can’t come as a surprise? You just heard me complaining about her to Rachel.”
“It doesn’t but… that’s it? That’s why you never want to be anywhere but in the bedroom?”
“Well, duh. It’s the only place she’ll leave us alone!”
His eyes darkened. “I thought you were—”
“What?” I demanded when he didn’t finish.
“I thought I wasn’t enough for you.”
My mouth rounded. “Is that why you’re trying to kill me with orgasms?” I shrieked. “Link, if we have any more sex, you’re going to break my pussy! Seriously,” I whined. “Can we have a sabbatical? I’m so sore and you make me feel so good it’s crazy.”
He did a double take. “My cock feels like it’s going to fall off.”
I gaped at him even more. “You—I don’t believe this! The next time you think something is going on, come and talk to me about it before I have to hobble around like a cowgirl.”
“I’m so tired that I can’t even joke about enjoying being your ride,” he groused, scrubbing a hand over his face. “But, this place is massive. We don’t ever have to see Bitch Face.”
“We shouldn’t but we always do. I can’t deal with her. That doesn’t matter. We can hang out in here, but we don’t always have to fuck.”
“So, you’re not bored with me?”
“No.” Jesus.
"I'm not too dumb—"
“No!” My hair whipped as I shook my head. “I’ve been bored with… since Mav took the books back. Being in here all the time, it’s been kind of dull when you’re at the MC, but that’s it—”
“I’m going to kill her.”
“Who?”
“The houseguest from hell,” he mocked, using the same words I had, and made to stalk off.
Gasping, I grabbed his hand and dragged him back. “No! Just leave her. Everything’s okay. Rachel asked me to help out. That’ll get me out of the house and keep me busy.”
“Lily, this is your house. She’s the guest! You should toss her out.”
My cheeks burned. “I can’t. I’ve known her too long. It’d be like tossing my mom out.”
“If she makes you so fucking unhappy, baby, then you should.”
“I can’t. Not yet, at least.” I tugged on his hand. “Please, let’s not argue.”
“She broke my dick.”
“Technically, I did that.”
He snickered. “Yeah, you did.”
“I didn’t know I could come so hard,” I admitted gruffly.
“No. Those vibrations… Let me tell you, I don’t need a prostate checkup this year.”
I chuckled. “Yes, you do. You’re not allowed to leave me, do you hear?”
He graced me with a lopsided grin. “My sugar tits wants me around?”
“Yes, she does,” I said primly. Groaning as I got to my feet, I whimpered as I straightened up so I could kiss him on the lips. “Ask me next time. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Miscommunication is the death of every relationship,” I preached.
“No dying,” he concurred, his mouth supping from mine.
As we stood there, naked, aching and sore and dripping from orifices that badly needed a break and access to a shower, I sighed into his embrace.
I loved this man.
Even if he had killed me with sex.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Please
I know you’re pissed at me, Rex, but please, email me back?
I’m concerned you’re lying dead in a ditch somewhere.
Nyx and the rest say I’m overreacting, but they don’t understand what happened.
I can’t get away from this feeling that I broke something forever between us.
I hit you on the raw, and I’m so sorry for that.
Please, don’t hate me.
Rachel
TWENTY-SEVEN
REX
Having finally made it to LA after taking a long detour, I took a seat outside a bar, letting some of the heat warm my shoulders which were tense after the ride.
Burbank was Disciples' territory, so a meet-up with their council was necessary if I was going to stick around.
I’d shown my face and flashed my cut around one of their most popular joints, so I knew the message would have been relayed back to them. Now, I just had to wait, and the JD was helping with that nicely.
Back when Wynter was four, there’d been a slight misunderstanding between Ally and Jeremy—Wynter’s adoptive parents.
That slight misunderstanding had made them think they could run away with her.
Hide from me.
They’d done so by leaving Fresno and entering another bikers’ territory deep in the heart of LA, just northwest of downtown.
They clearly thought they were dealing with fucking amateurs if they didn’t realize I could find them. But after I made it known that moving again was a no-no that came with consequences of the bullet variety, and that I had no intention of playing any part in my daughter’s life aside from afar, they hadn’t given me any trouble since.
Neither had they moved.
Blade, the Disciples’ Prez, was supposed to be a decent motherfucker. As decent as anyone in a one-percenter could be, I guessed. I knew he was a veteran like Mav, and that he had mad lab skills. He'd even created this punked out drug that had put the Disciples on the map.
All I knew was that drugs weren’t as rife in this part of LA since they stopped producing their white gold, crime was relatively low, and the MC did what MCs tended to do—kept the peace through the threat of violence.
It was why I hadn’t ‘encouraged’ Ally and Jeremy to move.
As I raised my shot of JD to my lips, taking a deep, deep sip, I heaved a sigh.
I hated the West Coast.
I always fucking had, always goddamn would.
It was a testament, I figured, to the state of things right now. My head was all over the place, and I really needed a fucking break. I wanted to meet my kid, at last, make an introduction, and maybe build a relationship with her. Nothing heavy, just whatever she’d allow of me.
Maybe it was a sign I was getting fucking old, maybe it was just losing my dad, or maybe it was because shit never changed between Rach and me, but I needed to connect with her.
Selfish, but true.
She could throw me out and I wouldn’t make a fuss, but I had to try.
As the alcohol worked its way through my system, I kept my ears pricked for the sound of incoming traffic.
With my back to the exterior wall of the bar, in a corner where I could see anyone who approached from all sides, I was almost relieved when the rumble of hogs made themselves known in the distance.
I paced myself with my drink, taking it slow, and when a couple of bikes appeared in my line of sight, I didn’t bother getting up.