Page 24 of Wait For Me

“Kip! Wait up!”

“What for?” His snide attitude caught me off guard a bit.

“Jesus, Kip! Because you’re my brother and I’ve missed you.”

“Really?” He asked while whipping around to face me. “You’ve been gone more than a year, and I’m lucky to hear a quick, ‘I’m alive.’ from you once a month. What the fuck did I ever do to you to deserve your silence.”

“Kip, I’m sorry, I didn’t…” Shit. There were honestly no words for why I’d treated my brother that way. “I thought if you guys ever knew where I was, you’d track me down and drag me home.”

Kip laughed menacingly then. “Shows what the fuck you think you know then,” he sneered at me. I also didn’t miss the scent of whiskey wafting from his whole body. That was knew. Kip hadn’t been much of a drinker before I left. “They’ve known all along. Had someone tailing you, and just so you wouldn’t get suspicious, there was a tracker in the trunk of your car, so your tail didn’t have to get too close.”

“They’ve been tracking me this whole time?” I asked. Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded the tracker, and them knowing my location in case of emergency. It was knowing that there had been a tail on me that made me blush furiously as I thought of all the things that might have been seen and reported back to the club, to my dad. I felt sick as I backed away from my brother. It was clear that his emotions were heightened by whatever he’d been drinking, because there was no way he’d give that big secret away. I turned to leave, only to hear my dad call out for me.

Nope.

I ran. And thankful, Bagger’s bullshit philandering was coming home to roost at the perfect time. Striker had finally found him, and I had no illusions about the fact that Reaper was probably the reason.

“I saw you with that little slut last night!” Striker’s Ol’ Lady yelled at him. So, her motivation to sleep with another biker was suddenly clear. She was out for revenge. That didn’t matter because Striker only had eyes for Bagger.

“I know you ain’t blind, motherfucker! You saw her property patch!”

“And she was already climbing on my dick when I did,” Bagger slurred back. Fists started to fly and suddenly my club family was thrown into a brawl with the Stoneridge Raiders who had come to have their brother’s back.

In the ensuing melee, I was able to slip back to my car unseen, remove the tracking device that had been wired into my taillights, and then I pulled the sim card free of my cell phone and took off under the cover of darkness. So much for being able to spend some time with my family.

8

Bagger

Two Hours Earlier

“Hey there, baby. You look like you could give me the epic fucking I’m looking for tonight.”

“Looks like you have an old man to go get that from,” I countered, though my fucking smirk stayed firmly in place. The biker bitch in front of me was creaming her leathers to get at my dick, and I was just about wasted enough to let her. It had been over a year since I sank my dick into a hot and ready pussy. The last time I tried, Star’s disappointed eyes from the night she caught me with Ashlynn were all I could see. No matter what, or who, she’d been doing while out there on her own, I just couldn’t stomach the thought of hurting her again.

I thought she’d come home, with her tail between her legs, after she found out about that asshole, Frik, but she didn’t. Instead, it sent her running again. She packed her bags, and left Colorado only days later and had been hopping all over the country ever since. The one place she never came back to though was home. That’s why I needed to find something to satisfy my body tonight, because the liquor sure as fuck wasn’t doing it for my mind. I wasn’t proud of it, but I was finally giving up. I’d played the love-sick sucker for a year.

“Come on,” the woman crooned at me as she moved closer and grinded her crotch against mine. We didn’t have beef with any of the Stoneridge Raiders MC since they were mostly a west coast club, but that didn’t mean they’d look favorably on me fucking one of their marked women. I knew the score, and yet… there was a part of me, deep down inside that was ready to let loose and be the biggest fucking asshole at the rally because I couldn’t have the one thing I wanted. The way I saw it, my club was the reason that Star wasn’t already mine. Yeah, on a sober day, I knew how fucked up that sounded, considering my club had given me an opportunity to claim Star once, and I’d fucked it all up.

“I don’t even care where we go. I just want to feel you inside me.” The woman tried to reason with me.

“So, if I bend you over that picnic table, you’re going to let me fuck you here in the open?”

She bit her lip as her eyes darted around nervously, but nodded her head, and that's all I needed to see. Fuck it! Alcohol couldn’t numb my mind. It remained to be seen if this woman could at least numb my fucking body for a while, give me a release, and then maybe free me from this block I had.

I slipped my cock out of my pants, as she bent over and hiked her skirt up. Immediately, I swatted her hand out of the way and yanked her thong to the side. “You ready for me, or do we need a bit of prep work here?” I asked at the same time I ran my fingers over her swollen folds that were already dripping. “Nah, you’re good to go already,” I growled into her ear after sheathing my cock in latex and then plunging straight in.

“Oh, God! Yes! Harder, fuck me harder!” The woman screamed, obviously bound and determined to draw attention to what we were doing. Maybe she had a death wish or something too. Fuck! I was going to be in so much trouble for this shit. I slapped her ass in the hopes that it would shut her up, but judging by her lengthy moan, she was into it. I managed a few more rough strokes, driving in and out of the bitch beneath me without mercy when a man’s loud, boisterous laugh caught my attention.

The minute I turned to see who was standing there off to the side of us, my eyes met with a pair I honestly wasn’t sure I would see again, though I had hoped. “Fuck,” I hissed beneath my breath.

“I see some things never change,” Star sneered in my direction as she very clearly threw those words at me. It took my mind a minute to process what the fuck had just happened. How was this my luck? I’d gone a damn year without sticking my dick in anything other than my fucking hand, and the first time Star decided to show up, I was fucking someone else’s Ol’ lady.

“Star?” Her name sounded more like a question as I began to question my sanity. Maybe I was drunker than I thought. Who the fuck knew, but I slid my rapidly deflating cock out of the woman who groaned beneath me.

“What are you doing? You’re supposed to be fucking me!” She yelped as she flipped over on the table and attempted to pull me down on top of her.

“Aren’t you supposed to be fucking your own old man and not some biker from another club?” The man, who had moments ago been standing with Star, responded to the woman who I’d just been fucking. Shit.

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