Page 3 of Property Of Chrissy

His lips softly start moving over mine and when I let out a soft little noise which sounded more like a baby kitten crying and not at all like a sexy woman, his tongue slips inside my mouth and gets acquainted with mine. I’m pretty sure this is not how first kisses usually go. Because nothing about this is awkward, or sloppy, or bad. This kiss is hot, sexy, and completely addictive. He’s not even done kissing me and I already want to beg for more.

“Damn, babe.” He pulls back, and I almost groan at the loss but then remember that I really do have to get going or else I won’t get to see him again until my jail sentence with my father is over, and that would be the worst punishment I’ve ever had to face in my life. “I think I was wrong, angel. It’s going to be me doing the begging here.”

My eyes flutter open, and I feel the heat drawing to my cheeks. “I’m not opposed to begging. I think I’d like to see you on your knees, begging and…kissing me.” Not sure where the smooth words come from, but I managed not to sound like a total dork. I actually sounded sexy.

“Fuck! You talking like that, angel, is going to get me into trouble. Not only did the heavens bring me an angel today, but they brought me the most perfect one to ever exist. Now, look, babe. You’re going to take off for that dinner of yours, and I’m going to head to work. But later, I’m going to call you to find out when I can see you again.” He kisses my forehead, causing more flutters. “And you better not make me wait.”

My stomach is doing a million somersaults as I struggle not to burst out into a giddy giggle fit. I can’t believe this is happening.

“Now, let me watch you get in that car of yours and see you blow me a kiss goodbye. And then when I call you later, make sure you pick up. I won’t be able to sleep tonight without hearing my sweet girl’s voice. Understood?”

Never in my wildest dreams or fantasies did I imagine a guy like him. I always imagined teenage boys awkwardly trying to make a move just like I’ve witnessed time and time again at school. I never pictured smooth, sexy, and smoking hot. But Sean—he’s all of that and more. I nod and lean up onto my toes one last time, giving his bottom lip a kiss and a quick little nibble of my own. Reluctantly, I pull back and turn. Then, I do exactly as he asked. I get in my car, start the engine, and then blow him a kiss as I slowly drive away.

I watch in my rearview mirror as the gorgeous man looks to the sky like he’s offering a silent prayer of thanks and then climbs onto his bike. And on my way home, I offer my own thanks. It feels like my life has just been altered. Like I’m no longer going to live in hell. It feels like I may have just met my one.

CHAPTER 2

Shiv

Present Day…

The row of my brothers’ bikes is a damn good sight to see. I took off for a while, so it’s been a minute since I’ve been back at this bar. Five of my closest friends all tying the knot and sealing the deal with the women they’re so damn in love with had me needing to check out for a bit. I was struggling, and drinking wasn’t helping matters. Not that I was struggling with them moving on with their lives. I was struggling knowing that the only woman I want to spend my life with, I’m never going to have. That reality was hitting hard, and it felt like I was suffocating being surrounded by all that love. So, I went out on the road to find my air again.

Looks like things haven’t changed much since I’ve been gone. The guys are occupying their usual table, winding down from their day with drinks in hand. The relief I see on their faces when they spot me coming has me realizing I’m right where I need to be. While out on the road I got to thinking maybe I needed a change. That maybe I should move on and take the nomad route.But now, I know that was a shit idea. These men are my family. And as each one greets me with a hug and lets me know how happy they are to have me back; I know I made the right decision to come home.

I may not be getting the happy ending I was hoping for, with the wife and kids of my own, but I’ll always have the Savage Knights, my brothers. And, besides, soon enough, there will be a whole brood of little rugrats running around calling me Uncle to make up for the silent void in my life. Axle already has one on the way, and I’m guessing any day now Maisy will be making her announcement too. Or maybe even Hailey.

“You want a drink, man?” Riff asks, tipping his full glass of brown liquor in my direction.

I shake my head. “Nah, man. I’m off booze. I’ll just grab a club soda.”

Nods and grunts of approval echo around the table and Riff slaps me on the back like a proud father. I guess everyone was starting to see me spiral out of control and were getting concerned. They didn’t say anything. Not that they had to. I learned right on my own that no amount of alcohol changes my reality. At least without it, I don’t have as many regrets. I also don’t have as many nights where I get to travel down memory lane which only leads to that dead-end road of heartache and makes me feel like I’ve been hit by an emotional Mack truck in the sober light of the next day. So, yeah, fuck that. I’ll be sticking to water from here on out.

Grit flags down his girl to get me my drink. I turn and see Hailey heading toward our table with a big damn smile on her face directed right at me. Guess she’s happy to see me, too. And man does that warm my heart. It’s not just the guys who have become my family, their women have, too.

A new waitress picking up drinks from the bar catches my eye, and my entire body freezes. From the back of the girl, I’dalmost mistake her for the one who stole my heart five years ago and still hasn’t given it back. But I’m guessing I’m only seeing things because I was just tripping down that dead-end dirt road again. Because if there’s one thing I know for sure, there’s no way in hell my ex would be working in this bar. This place would be beneath that woman.

I shake the thoughts from my head and greet Hailey as she gets to our table. She, too, gives me a warm welcoming hug, only to earn herself a growl from Grit.

“Easy, cowboy. You know I’m just giving a friend a hug.” Her cute reassurance has Grit backing down and me shaking my head. Damn, these men are possessive of their women. Can’t say I blame them. All of their girls are stunning and sweet as pie with just the right hint of spice. And all the men come flocking whenever the girls don’t have their Savage Knight leathers on or their men nearby.

“I’m glad you’re back, Shiv. It wasn’t the same without you here.”

“Yeah, it’s good to be back, doll. How’s this one treating you, by the way?”

I point to the man who looks like he’s about to haul her ass to the back room and fuck her right into tomorrow. Damn, not only are they possessive, but they’re obsessed. Can’t say I blame them for that either. If I had a woman of my own, I’d want to be dick deep 24/7, too. Because sex with the sweetbutts is fun, but nothing compares to sex with the woman you’re in love with. I’ve never had an experience even remotely close to what I shared with Chrissy. And fuck, I’ve just gone there again.

“This one’s behaving,” she teases, as Grit grips her around the waist, mumbling how this one is not as he dives into the side of her neck and starts making his move. “Grit, I’m working,” she breathlessly feigns her protest, but I know in about one minute, he’s going to get his way and they’re going to be disappearing.And I was almost right, although it only took thirty seconds. Grit is out of his seat and carrying his girl towards the back room of the bar, and I’m shaking my head. I guess I’ll need to catch up with him later, and flag down one of the other waitresses to get me my drink now.

I turn to get the attention of the other girl I saw, and that’s when I see her head-on. No. Fucking. Way. It’s her. There is no mistaking it. I’d know my ex from a mile away and this girl is only fifteen feet from me, serving up drinks at a table. What the fuck? She’s a goddamn waitress in this bar? In Trigger’s? My brother’s damn bar. I must be fucking hallucinating.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” The words come out sharp, but that’s because I’m feeling anything but soft toward the girl who shredded me to pieces once upon a long fucking time ago.

“Who?” Trigger’s voice barely cuts through the noise running through my mind. I’m trying not to lose my shit right now, but fuck. What the hell is she doing here? In my damn town. In the bar I spend most of my evenings in shooting the shit with my MC brothers. Last I knew, she was engaged to some rich prick and was going to be moving to the big city, live in some swanky penthouse, and have her fancy-ass life. Why the hell did she move back? She didn’t even move back home. Her family lives two towns over. So, why the hell did she move here? To my damn town?

“Oh, Chrissy?” Trigger says her name like he’s fond of the witch. “Yeah, she’s the new girl. She replaced Riley since Axle wanted his woman bedridden for the remainder of her pregnancy.” Trigger chuckles to himself, but I’m not sure what the fuck is so damn funny at the moment. “Why? You know her, Shiv?”

Do I know her? I was going to marry that girl. I was so damn in love with her I couldn’t see straight. And that’s how I endedup not seeing the truth. Not seeing that I was just the dirty secret she kept from her rich, obnoxious father. Not seeing how I was just the bad boy she was having fun with on the side while she was setting up her real life. Yeah, I was so damn in love I didn’t see it coming when I learned she was engaged to someone else. I had my own damn ring for her burning a hole in my pocket when I learned the truth. But when I saw the huge rock on her finger, I knew I was the fucking asshole in the situation. Fuck, I was such an idiot.

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