Page 66 of Bullet

This was worse than I’d anticipated. Worse because I’d betrayed my friendship. Bristol was pissed. I’d be pissed. “I’m sorry. Oh god, I’m so sorry. I can explain.”

“No, I don’t think you can. Do you know what you’ve done?”

“I know,” I whispered again.

“You’ve domesticated him.”

“What?”

“He’s a whipped puppy with you.” She bounced onto the bed. “You can try on clothes and talk at the same time, so spill the tea, and I mean every fucking drop.”

“Do you hate me?”

She leaned on her elbow and rested her head on her palm. “Why would I hate you?”

“Because I care about you, and I’ve lied to you, and I slept with your biker-boyfriend-pimp.” My voice grew louder with each confession.

“I’m not mad that you fucked Bullet, but there is something more going on between the two of you. I know… I know you were at the warehouse that night. I know whatever happened changed him. I think it was you. Just talk to me.”

“It’s like I can’t breathe unless I’m with him.” Like he’d become my gravity, holding me here. When I was alone in a room with him, nothing else mattered. Not my safety, not his. For months, just the memory of him had consumed me.

Now, I could smell him on me. His cigarettes, whiskey, darkness, and danger. I was intoxicated by him, my senses overwhelmed.

“Are you in love with him?”

Tears burned in my eyes. “Like an addict loves their high.” I wouldn’t call my feelings love. “I’m scared to be without him, but I know I can’t stay. I can’t be with him when he has other attachments. He’s not going to give up his pimp life for me.”

I released a sigh. Voicing the truth made it real. Bullet had said he’d only be mine as long as he was in my bed. But there was no promise on how many nights we’d share the same bed. I doubt Bristol would be as open about the situation if she knew of his promise to me.

My gaze met hers, and a feeling of defeat settled in my belly. “I already know how much it hurts to see him with someone else. Even my best friend.”

“Stormy, he’s not mine. He never has been.” She grabbed my hand. “He’s never left a hickey on me. You know why? Because when I fuck, the client doesn’t want to be reminded someone else was on me the night before.”

I groaned and flopped to my back onto the clothes covering the bed. “You’d just give him up? What about the otherkittens?”

She rolled onto her belly next to me. “Stormy, I love Bullet, but I don’t know the same man you do. I’ve never seen him look at one of us girls, or anyone else, the way he looks at you.”

I sat up and fingered the soft fabric of the dress. “I haven’t been honest with you. That night at the warehouse, he—” The confession tasted bitter. She had her secrets with Bullet, and I had mine. “It’s complicated,” was all I could say. Bullet had killed men that night, but those weren’t my secrets to share. “Bullet is the reason I avoided bikers at the Landing Strip, but I never thought he could beyourbiker.”

“I think he’s your biker now.” She scooted off the bed. “Take off your bra and panties. We need to see how the dress fits.”

Once naked, she helped me into the dress. The fabric skimmed my nipples and draped my body.

“We need to adjust the straps. This might be the only dress that’ll fit you because it’s adjustable.”

Lacey had a chest, and I was barely a B-cup. I lifted my arms, and Bristol cinched the buckles, molding the dress to my form.

“Just listen to me,” she said as she did the adjustments. “What if this thing with Bullet does onlylast a couple weeks? He’s made it clear he’s not leaving you alone at the MC, and you’re going to be in the same bed with him.”

I shifted, making sure I could still move with the straps snug against my skin. “We slept in the same bed last night and didn’t have sex.”

“Really?” She sounded surprised. “So, whendidyou fuck him?”

“This morning at his place.”

And my pussy felt as if it had been hit by a train. Not that I would say those things to Bristol. I couldn’t share my intimate details of Bullet. I didn’t want what I had with him to be anything like what he’d had with anyone before me.

“If I had a genie in a bottle, I’d wish for a place like Bullet’s. Isolated, peaceful, a place that feels like a home. You know, old and lived in.”

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