Page 41 of Single Mom for the Bikers

Sledge slides onto the stool next to me and raises a finger. “I’ll take whatever he’s having.”

Jewel nods and slides a bottle down the bar before leaving us to ourselves.

“Where’s Havoc?” he asks.

“Got called into a shift at the Roost.” The Eagles’ Roost is our bar outside of the compound. Good for making connections and some money for the club. Most of us take turns there, unless we’ve got some other work.

“Just us, then. Pool?”

“Yeah, sure. Might as well.” I grab a couple of sticks as Sledge racks up the balls.

Lace and Indie, a couple of the club sluts, wander over looking for company. “You guys have been busy lately. Need someone to help play with your balls?” Lace asks, biting her lip and grinning at Sledge. Her tits sway under her sleeveless top, one quick move from being in full view.

“I’m pretty good at handling wood.” Indie puts her hand on my arm and runs a finger down the cue.

“Not today.” I pull away, shaking off her touch. She’s a pretty girl, and she’s been around long enough to know exactly how to give a good time, but no part of me is interested in what she has to offer.

She shrugs and turns her attention to Sledge, putting her arm around Lace’s waist. “What about you? Just wanna watch, maybe?” Lace tilts her head to the side so Indie can kiss the side of her neck.

He doesn’t look any more tempted than I am, but I know the fucker well enough to see when he’s struggling to figure out what the fuck to say. A lot of people think Sledge is hot headed, that he lashes out without thinking, but that’s not it. He’s too strong and stubborn to do anything he doesn’t want to do, but sometimes he can’t figure out how to get his point across before he ends up punching someone, or in the case of women, pissing them off.

“We’ve got shit to talk about, ladies. Another night, okay?”

“Fine,” Lace says with a sigh. They wander over to the bar to talk to Jewel, but not before I hear her mutter, “Another one bites the dust.”

The tension drops from Sledge’s shoulders. It used to just be Havoc keeping him out of trouble, but somewhere along the way I took on that duty as well. I line up my shot and break, sending the balls flying with a loud crack. Nothing drops. One of those days.

He rounds the side and aims. “They fucked last night.” His shot goes wide.

“No shit.” I’d’ve been more surprised if they didn’t. I bet it was a hell of a lot easier for Havoc to think of himself as her brother when she wasn’t right there where he could see and touch her. Having her in his bed? Yeah, we all knew where that was going, even if they maybe didn’t.

“I want in.” His voice is low and deadly fucking serious. “I fucking like her, Phoenix. Her and Mia both. We were talking today… Mia’s going to stay at Alessa’s again tonight.”

The pool cue creaks in my hands. I force myself to relax my grip and take my shot. It bounces once and goes in. “Have fun.”

Sledge snorts. “You’re such a dumbass sometimes.”

“What the hell?”

He leans in close and squeezes my elbow. “She’s fucking curious, man. About us. All of us.”

Those words are all it takes to produce the reaction Lace and Indie failed at. If Shelby knew about my past, she’d probably hate me. I fucking hate myself half the time. Some of the shit I did… fuck.

In the Pit Vipers, I was fucked up out of my head half the time. I don’t remember Shelby there, but given Mia’s age, and knowing she’s Dodger’s, we probably crossed paths at least a few times. I was just too busy trying to ignore what my gut was telling me.

That if I wanted anything better than dying in that shithole club, I needed to get the fuck out.

But there’s a memory itching the back of my head in a way I don’t like. I remember Dodger and some of his buddies dragging a few of us along to send a message to someone he said had messed with the club. We were so fucking drunk it’s a wonder we didn’t all end up in a ditch somewhere. The reason it stands out is because it was one of the last things I did with the Pit Vipers. We broke into the house expecting a fight and it was just Dodger going fucking nuts on some random ass couple.

Fuck, when Crow took over the Vipers from his father, things were bad. We all did bad shit, and I stopped thinking about it because I knew I wouldn’t make it if I did. After that night, I finally let Razor pull some strings and help me get outta there and into the Screaming Eagles. I owe that guy my fucking life, and Eagle-eye for giving me a chance.

But are they even related or am I just feeling guilty because deep down I know I don’t deserve her? I sure as hell never terrorized a fucking baby. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea.” I try to be fucking responsible, but then I can’t help adding, “Just a taste?”

“Whatever she wants, brother.”

I slam back what’s left of my beer. Maybe I’m still making bad decisions but sweet little Shelby’s under my fucking skin, that much is obvious. She’s like a fucking drug. “Alright, I’m in.”

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