Page 22 of Smooth As Whiskey

“Went for a ride. I’m surprised you’re done with your whore already. Normally, you spend the night with her in your bed. Hope she realizes how special she is. Cause even I don’t get that.”

And with that, Sutton shoulder-checked me and then started to walk away.

But my dumbass self spoke when I shouldn’t have.

And my temper got the best of me.

“So, what, my dick wasn’t good enough for you now? You whore.” I shouldn’t have said that. Not to her. Fuck. Me.

Sutton stopped in her tracks and turned stiffly towards me, and I tried to hide the feeling that I knew I just fucked up with her, but something told me it was too late.

And I knew it was when she said, “Last time I checked, ever since I joined the MC, it’s only been your dick that's been in my mouth and my pussy. But my body sure as hell hasn’t been the only place your dick has been. But, after that bike ride withPagan, he wants to fuck me seven ways to Sunday? I just might let him. Oh, and the last time I checked, I know I've been with one man willingly my whole life, and that’s you. I bet your whore can’t say the same, and neither can you. So, watch who the hell you call a whore. And if you ever call me one again after what I went through almost two years ago, I’ll kill you.”

You could’ve heard a pin drop as Sutton stormed to the side of the clubhouse and left.

I didn’t see my brothers get up and close in on me.

But I sure as hell felt the punch Rome slammed into my face.

He lowered his tone dangerously and said, “We all know what that girl went through. She was raped. And you have the nerve to call her a whore. The only reason none of us have even tried to be with her was that you were the only one she trusted.”

I stood still because I fucking deserved everything they were about to dish out.

Even the punch from Coal to my kidney.

Also, the punch from Pipe to my other kidney.

By the time they were finished, I turned stiffly and headed into the clubhouse.

A plan was formulated in my mind on how I could get Sutton to forgive me.

But first, I needed to down some painkillers.

Once I did that, I made my way, not to my room or anyone else, but to the hallway the club girls used.

And then I sat down as carefully as I could and leaned my head back against the wall outside her bedroom.

What. The. Fuck. Was. I. Doing.

I heard Sutton whisper those three little words to me.

So why the fuck was I holding onto the pride of not telling her what was really going on with me and Cynnamin and setting her ass straight?

Then I repeated those same words in my head, “A man isn’t a man at all if he doesn’t keep his word.”

Fuck.

Just then, my phone rang.

I pulled it out, and at the same time, Sutton opened her door.

When she saw me sitting there, she narrowed her eyes and slammed the door closed.

Fucking. Hell.

I looked at who was calling and felt my brows raise.

Why the hell was he calling me?

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