Page 20 of Smooth As Whiskey

My body tensed.

Rome’s eyes followed the direction I was looking in, and from the corner of my eye, I saw that his jaw hardened.

I sat there, visibly shaken, as he did it.

I had been waiting all day for it to happen.

Hoping beyond hope that since he didn’t do anything with her yesterday, that just maybe...

I had been trying to shore up my defenses to deafen the hurt I was about to endure.

But every time I tried that method, it only made it hurt even worse.

The last thing I saw was Irish grabbing her ass and leading her into the clubhouse.

After everything last night.

After knocking that guy out because he pointed at me and basically tried to claim me for the night...

I couldn’t keep doing this.

It was breaking my heart piece by freaking piece.

I knew I couldn’t not give myself to one of the brothers.

I knew that.

But I would be damned if I gave myself to Irish again.

Fuck.

That.

He had lost that right.

.... only one more month and seventeen days, and I would be fulfilling my contract with the club.

If Irish hadn't changed his tune by then, well, I would be leaving.

I couldn’t handle any more of this hurt.

Just then, a shadow fell over me.

Lifting my gaze, it was to see Pagan.

One of the new prospects who had been given his patch, therefore, I smiled up at him, “Looks good on you.”

He winked down at me, then lowered to his haunches, “Want to get out of here for a bit? Too many fucking people that I don’t know.”

I smiled, then said what the hell.

I nodded, then he stood, offered me his hand, and helped me up.

His hand went to the small of my back and led me out of the courtyard, around the clubhouse, and to his bike.

He tagged his helmet and handed it to me while saying, “Know you love Irish. It’s written plain as fuck on your face, sweetheart. And as much as I would love the opportunity to show your body the pleasures I can give it, I won’t. Because I will be damned to have the woman I’m fucking, thinking about someone else. So, this is just a ride. Any time you need it. Okay?”

I smiled, then took the helmet he offered to me, “Anytime you need to be reminded, you’re a good man, Pagan. You just come to me, and I’ll set you straight.”

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