Page 26 of I Should Hate You-but I Don't

His temples pulsed. He gazed down at the violence he put on himself as if he could beat out the need to run to River. Beat outthe way she had him tied up in knots. Beat out the way he wanted to plunge his cock deep inside her body and leave the evidence of how much he loved her.

His climax gripped him by the balls. He thrust forward, pulling the skin, slapping the hardness, squeezing the cravings out of him.

And shot his cum on the floor of the shower.

Chapter Eleven

River

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Cheers and yelling increased, invading the quiet at the back of the house. River rolled off the chaise lounge and walked barefoot around the house until she could see what was happening.

Halfway between the bar and the clubhouse, a crowd had gathered. She couldn't see what grabbed everyone's attention. Knowing that whatever the bikers were doing was none of her business, she returned to the deck and moved the lounge chair into the sunshine.

The days were still cool, but the sunshine warmed her skin and felt wonderful after a long winter of wearing layers of clothes to keep the cold out. She stretched, closing her eyes. It was her day off. She planned to laze around until she got hungry enough to walk over and eat at the bar.

A gunshot blasted the air. She sprang up on the chair. Several more bangs followed before she could figure out where the noise came from. She slid on her sneakers and walked inside the house. Grabbing her backpack, she went out the front door and walked to the bar.

She entered through the back door and waved to Lori, dressed all in blue today. The fifty-five-year-old woman loved to color coordinate her outfits. Yesterday, it was orange. Tomorrow, she'd surprise everyone by wearing a different color. Sometimes, Lori would even color a strip of her hair to match her outfits.

"You're early, baby." Lori flipped pancakes. "Do you want breakfast or lunch? I have both going."

She inhaled deeply. The many aromas in the kitchen always comforted her, but not enough to make her want to keep her hands in dishwater all day or stack another load of dishes in the dishwasher during the heat of summer.

"I'll have breakfast." She moved out of the way and sat at the back counter on the stool. "Anything I can do to help?"

Lori pointed the flipper at her. "Just sit right there and tell me what's going on at the big house."

"Not much. I'm working four days at the campground, which has been more fun than I thought." She half turned on the stool. "It gets surprisingly busy, so the hours pass pretty fast."

"Any cute boys working over that way?" Lori raised her brows. "Maybe even campers?"

She shrugged. "I went out with Taylor last night."

"That girl." Lori shook her head. "She's going to end up pregnant before the year is over. Just mark my words. I thought one of the bikers would snatch her up and keep her from getting into trouble."

"She's not wild-wild." She swung her feet. "She just likes to have fun."

"Mm-hm." Lori slid two fried eggs on a plate with two pancakes. "But then again, maybe you can take some lessons from Taylor and go out and have some fun, too."

She'd tried that, and it ended badly. She'd be happier if Zane wanted to go out with her, but that would never happen.

"Orders up," yelled Lori.

Tee and Meghan hustled in, spotted River, and rushed over to hug her. She laughed and pushed them toward the food waiting for delivery before customers complained.

"Are you back?" Tee piled five plates on one arm.

"Nope, but you'll see me when I come over to get my meals."

Tee and Meghan were going out with two bikers. They spent most of their non-working hours with their boyfriends.

"It's not the same without you and Taylor in the kitchen." Meghan stuck out her lip before pushing through the swinging doors.

"She's right." Lori lugged a box of frozen hamburger patties to the closest freezer. "Zane might be surprised when I walk away from the job if he doesn't hire others to help run this bar. I can't do it all myself."

"I'm sorry." She stood. "Let me help, at least on my days off. It's my fault you're stuck doing all the work—"

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