Page 25 of Blood & Ash

“Your perverted little boyfriend. Tell him next time he thinks about trying to grab your ass in front of me, to imagine how hard it’d be doing it without hands.”

“I’m not telling him that. You’re nuts.”

“You tell him, or I will.”

I climb back on my motorcycle and ride back out to the clubhouse for a real party.

I shoot off a text to Goose.

About that friend.

Hell yeah, man.

I’m at the clubhouse.

Goose shows up with three badass bitches. He was right. Krystal has friends.

Fuck me.

The one with the nicest rack struts toward me in her black miniskirt and shimmery silver tube top that barely contains her tits. Dark silky hair and even darker eyes.

The stereo cranks loud as this chick drops her ass over my lap and starts twerking.

“Hey, handsome.” She smiles at me over her shoulder with her lips painted a pretty shade of red that would look good staining my dick. “Why do they call you blood?”

“Above your paygrade, sweetheart.”

“Hmm,” she muses, as I slap her ass. “Don’t you want to know my name?” She turns to face me.

“Not particularly.”

“Aren’t you a cocky one?” she coos against my mouth, close enough I can nearly taste her strawberry scented breath.

“Come for a ride and find out.”

“Are we talking about your motorcycle?”

“What do you think?”

“Right.” She shoves her hand down the front of my jeans.

Her other friend grinds on one of the poles, giving the rest of the guys a show.

For a little while, I forget all my problems. The weight slips from my shoulders and for the moment, I’m free from the burden of my old man’s death. The responsibility of caring for Ash. The judgement and expectation in Ashely’s eyes every time she looks at me.

All the pain from Shelby’s betrayal slips between my fingers.

I let go of it all.

All of the lies.

All of the I’m goods when I’m anything but okay.

“Why don’t we take this party somewhere more private,” the one making me forget whispers in my ear.

She doesn’t have to ask me twice.

I take her upstairs to my room here at the clubhouse.