Page 11 of Macon

We sit in silence, each in our thoughts.

“Did you always want to be a biker?” Raydene asks softly.

I’ve been in the Wolfeman MC since I could ride a motorcycle, but my dad and uncle have been grooming me to take over since the day I was born.

“Your uncle is Wolfe, Ginger’s father, correct?” she questions.

I nod. “Yeah, and my dad is Bear. They are two of the four founding members of the Wolfeman MC. You could say it’s in my blood,” I say, smiling.

“So you have always wanted to be a biker?” she asks.

I nod and ask, turning it back on her. “Did you always want to be a DJ?”

She sits there, lost in thought. I am wondering if she’s going to answer when she finally laughs. I turn to her, giving her my full attention.

“My life has never been what I’ve wanted. I’ve always loved music. And yes, I’ve always wanted to be a DJ, but I’m not living my life the way I want,” she says cryptically, leaving me with more questions.

“Why not?” I say, looking her in the eyes and trying to read her expression.

“Just things have happened in my life, and now I have obligations.”

Christ, I hate that fucking word. I want to dig more but don’t want to push her.

I smile at her and say, “You could always start today and change your situation. Even obligations can change for the better. You just need to want it.”

“Are you always this cheerful?” She smiles at me, but I can see she isn’t happy.

“Fuck yeah, I am. Life is too short. Okay, change of subject,” I say, feeling high and sleepy.

I move to lie down, turning on my side, placing my head on my hand, and propping myself up. She follows, lying on her back as I look down at her. I don’t want to bring up her loss or anything that will make her sad, so I ask the question clouding my head.

“Do you feel like talking about your boyfriend yet?” I say, giving her a devilish grin.

She turns her head, looking up at me with her glossy eyes, and I can see the weed is also working its magic on her.

“Well, seeing as you opened up to me, and I like talking to you…” She pauses, thinking about what she’ll say. Her long pause makes me wonder if she’s going to tell me the truth.

“We have an open relationship, I guess you could say. We are more together for obligation than love,” she answers truthfully.

I smile. Now I can work with that.

She smiles back at me. “What?”

I give her my pearly whites and answer, “Nothing. I was just thinking I can work with that.”

She chuckles, turning into me as she closes her eyes. “Oh, you definitely can work with that. You just have to try.”

Well, fuck me.

I take the hint and lean down, placing my lips to hers. Raydene opens her lips, permitting me to continue. I softly start to devour her mouth. Her soft lips succumb to my assault, and I’m instantly hard.

A feeling of wrongness consumes me. I fight with myself, thinking I’ve been with women who have had a boyfriend or husband before. I don’t understand why I keep holding back.

We lie there holding each other, letting our highs take over as we explore each other’s mouths. I want to do more, but I don’t.

She’s not mine.

I break the kiss.

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