Page 12 of The Good Girl

“I’ve gotta go. I’m supposed to be in wardrobe right now. I just wanted you to know I’m so proud of you, Nevaeh, and I know Citlalli would be too.”

“You think so?”

“Absolutely.”

After one last hug, Amity leaves, and I finish packing, then take a quick shower. I dry off and get dressed in jeans, a long-sleeved T-shirt, and a flannel. Wearing a skirt makes me think of Havoc slipping his hand under it, and I just can’t right now.

I grab my laptop and put it in my bag, pull up the handle on my luggage, and drag it outside. Once I’ve locked the door of the RV, I take my bags over to my car and load them in. I climb back into the driver’s seat and take a deep breath and remind myself that everything is fine. So I slept with a sexy biker and lied to my best friend. It’s not a big deal.

Sure, and denial is not just a river in Egypt.

Chapter Three

Havoc

The sunlight pouring into my room wakes me, along with the raging hard-on tenting the sheets.

The smell of sex and cupcakes in the air has me groaning as I roll toward the woman who rocked my fucking world last night, only to find her gone and the bed cold. I sit up and look around, but the room’s empty. If I couldn’t still smell her, I’d almost believe she was nothing more than a dream.

Cursing, I climb out of bed, hell-bent on finding her. I walk naked to the bathroom and turn on the shower. While I wait for it to heat up, I stare in the mirror, replaying last night in my head.

Blade gave me the key to this room, one of the guest rooms on the other side of the building, because he knew I’d need some space from the others.

In a severely overcrowded prison, I never had privacy. Fuck, I couldn’t even take a shit alone. And the club I’d lived for did that to me. They took everything when they made me take the fall for Driller, then handed over my life to him piece by piece. He took my old lady, knocked her up with the baby that wassupposed to be mine, moved into my fucking house, and became the VP while they left me there to rot. Knowing that makes me question everything. My loyalty to the club I believed in was everything—until Khan set it on fire and watched it burn with his ultimatum, which—like an idiot—I took. I should’ve walked away. I should’ve taken Lola and started a new life far away, but my pride wouldn’t let me. And what exactly did that pride give me in the end?

Nothing but a criminal record and a chip on my shoulder.

And cupcakes.

My hard cock throbs at the reminder of the woman I found lying in my bed like an X-rated version of Goldilocks.

Sure, there were a few bunnies downstairs who offered me a good time, but none of them were what I wanted. Then I came up here and found the woman that was just right for me. She was fast asleep, curled up on her side with her hands under her cheek and her hair covering most of her face. Even though I wanted to be alone, I found my dick growing hard as my eyes traveled over her body.

At some point, she kicked off the blanket that had been covering her, revealing a short black skirt and a pink cardigan. There was nothing overly sexy about what she was wearing—until I saw the thigh-high socks and every dirty fantasy I ever had roared to life.

I stripped out of my clothes and climbed in behind her, promising to thank Blade for the gift, knowing he was the only one with access to the room. She might’ve been a club girl playing dress-up, but I wasn’t about to turn down a gift like this.

Everything that happened after that was better than anything I’d ever imagined.

She’d been so fucking tight. She had to be a new bunny. If I had my way, she wouldn’t be one for long. I look down at myhard dick as I go to get in the shower and freeze at the sight of the blood.

“What the fuck?”

It takes me a second to realize what I’m looking at. I storm back into the bedroom and rip the blankets from the bed. Sure enough, I find spots of blood on the white cotton.

“She was a virgin,” I mutter, a deep possessiveness taking root inside me.

I remake the bed, pulling the blankets back, leaving the bloody sheet exposed like a trophy. Any lingering thoughts of Lola disappear as something shifts inside me. I don’t know who this woman is, but I’m going to find her. And when I do, I’m claiming her.

I’ve already lost five fucking years of my life. I’ll be dammed if I lose another minute. From now on, if I want something, I’ll have it. And right now, all I want is a certain cupcake.

I head back into the bathroom and jump in the shower, but I don’t wash the blood from my cock. I like knowing it’s there, like she branded me and made me hers. As I dry off, I imagine how sore she is today. I’m not a small guy, so there’s no way she isn’t feeling me with every step she takes. And the caveman in me loves it.

I get dressed and am just pulling on my cut, ready to head down to find Blade, when I spot a pink ribbon on the bedside table. Walking around the bed, I pick it up and hold it to my nose like a fucking psycho and almost convince myself I can smell cupcakes. Some people might think I need therapy, but I don’t give a fuck, tying the ribbon around my wrist with a smile. It’s the first real smile I’ve felt since I got here.

I have a lot of shit to still deal with, but now, at least, I’ve found my reward for all the shit I’ve been through.

Hours later, I’m ready to kill someone. I can’t find Blade anywhere, and nobody else is sober enough to remember a woman who smells like cupcakes. Needing something to do before I explode, I take my bike out, hoping by some miracle I might run into my mystery woman. But after a couple of hours, I head back.

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