Page 88 of Torn In Two

“Wait for me.” I tucked my erection away and did my pants up enough they wouldn’t fall off. Leaving the keys in the ignition, I got out of the van and rounded the front, yanking open Kara’s door and reaching across her to undo the seat belt.

She sat there waiting for me like the good fucking girl she was.

Her squeal of surprise when I picked her up off the seat was cute as frigging hell.

“I can walk! Hawk, put me down.”

“Not a fucking chance. If I stop to put you down, I’m fucking you right here in the middle of the goddamn driveway. There’s no way I can watch your sweet ass sway while you walk and not want to pin you down and yank your dress up.”

She looked at my face and saw I was dead fucking serious. I was barely keeping it together as it was.

She swallowed hard. “Walk faster then.”

I grinned, loving the way she clung to me, knowing in minutes, I was going to be all over her for the rest of the night.

I’d lost track of the time. The sky was that deep inky black that only showed up well after the sun had set, but still hours before dawn. The clubhouse was its usual blaze of weekend activity, music spilling out, and the common room a full-blown party, despite the fact it had to be at least one in the morning.

Hoots and hollers broke out, the rest of the club noticing me and Kara. Jeers and taunts and sexual innuendos were shouted across the room. Kara buried her head in my neck to hide her embarrassment, but I only needed one thing here. My gaze narrowed in on Queenie, an unspoken question in my eyes.

“Rebel picked her up hours ago, sugar. Remi wanted a sleepover, and I made the executive decision that it was okay when the two of you didn’t answer your phones.” She winked at me. “Night is yours to do as you please.”

“I could kiss you right now,” I told her.

“Go kiss your woman instead, hey?” Aloha joked in his jolly voice. “I got Queenie’s lips otherwise occupied.” He lowered his head to hers, kissing her deeply as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

I strode through the club, pivoting at the last second, not toward my bedroom door, or Kara’s…but to Hayden’s.

The club went quiet for a single moment, shock punching through the room.

“Uh, you lost, Hawk?” Aloha asked. “You know that’s Chaos’s room, right?”

Whispers circled around the room, questions of whether something was going on between me and Hayden louder than questions about me, him, and Kara having a threesome. Everyone stared, waiting for me to respond, Amber’s questions the loudest. “So what? After all the shit you gave War, now you’re gay too?”

I didn’t want to care. I wanted to have the balls War had when he’d fallen for Scythe.

I wanted to just say I was into Chaos, but my tongue wouldn’t form the words.

I slammed my way into his room and kicked the door shut behind me, without uttering a sound.

Kara stroked her hand down the side of my face gently.

“I’m not gay.”

“Okay,” she said softly, not a hint of judgment in her tone.

“I only brought you in here because I want to fuck you on his bed. Make sure he knows that even if we’re sharing you, you were always mine first.”

She nodded.

“Fuck.” I put her down on the bed and ran a hand through my hair, knowing my excuses were just that.

Excuses.

I wasn’t ready for the entire club to know my business, when even I didn’t know my business. One blow job didn’t mean I was into him.

Except my heart beat too fast, waiting for the moment he’d get back here and find us.

I groaned, dropping down on the bed beside her. What the fuck had I done? The club might have accepted War and Scythe, but he was the prez. Nobody dared say a word against him.

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