Page 40 of One Night with the Biker

He grabbed her throat and yanked her halfway across the bar for a sloppy kiss. When he released her, she scooted back and slid off the bar.

I shook my head. “One day, you’re going to jerk her head off her fucking shoulders, asshole.”

“I won’t!” Louisiana protested. “Tell him, babe.”

“I trust my man, Reese. Stop being such a worrywart.”

“That’s worryfart, babe.”

Chuckling with them, I flipped off Louisiana and drank more of my beer.

“Soooo, Reese,” Jinx started, leaning against the bar again. “A little bird told me you might ask Candy out again.”

“Yep.”

She clucked her tongue. “Don’t be like that. Did I choose good this time?”

“At least she didn’t bite my cock when she sucked it.”

“You two assholes are just alike. Always more concerned about your dicks than substance. Did you like her? Was she pretty to you?”

“Come on, babe. Lay off Reese. He obviously doesn’t want to talk about it.”

“He had the date last Thursday, then went on a run the very next day. This is the first time I’ve seen him.” She batted her lashes at me. “At least humor me.”

I could humor her without going into detail. The truth of the matter was I took Candy out, forced myself to pay attention to her, and forced myself to fuck her. Partly because I’d been sick to death of Louisiana constantly bringing up Ainsley. Whatever Nova told him about her, he passed on to me. He ignored my order to shut the fuck up about her and keep that shit to himself.

Even if I’d considered dropping by her apartment to see her, his constant barrage of information turned me off. Two weeks ago, he finally obliged me, though I suspected he hadn’t brought her up because he wanted to protect himself rather than my sanity.

Yet, my date with Candy left me annoyed and unfulfilled. Worse, I’d felt like shit ever since, confirming I’d lost my fucking mind in the months I’d grieved for Trinity.

Why else would I feel as if I betrayed…fuck, I couldn’t even bring myself to say it, I was so fucking humiliated. My feelings weren’t even directed at Trinity, a woman who’d been killed because of her connection to my club, who’d died brokenhearted because I’d been such a motherfucker.

Thankfully, the run cleared my head. We were diversifying our interests and had made a deal with a smaller club located in a neighboring county to serve as one of our distributors. A few months back, Marquis made the case for allowing him to create a meth lab since he knew how to make that shit.

We hadn’t put it to the members yet. Razor wanted exact numbers, not estimates. It seemed as if he was putting plans in place to go in that direction. I understood Razor was trying to create barriers between our club and the lower-level stuff. On the other hand, I doubted he’d trust such a small club with our level of distribution. My thought was, Razor intended to test Marquis’s drug making abilities and have the smaller club distribute the merchandise for us. A test for them, a loss leader for us. If the plan failed, we wouldn’t lose an exorbitant amount of money.

“What do you say, Reese?”

“Huh?”

Louisiana snickered. “Told you, babe. Motherfucker’s mind was a billion miles away.”

“It was.” I drained my bottle, then set it on the counter and grabbed the fresh one Jinx had waiting for me. “What’s up, J?”

“A double date. Keir and me, and you and Candy.”

I smirked at Louisiana. “Keir, huh? What did you do, brother?” If he pissed her off, she used his given name. “Forgot to take out the garbage?”

Draining his gin, Louisiana lowered his lashes. Jinx glanced away. An uncomfortable silence descended into the sudden tension.

“What’s going on, you two?”

“Nothing, Reese.” He slammed the empty pint on the bar top. “Some slut’s been blowing up my phone. I told her to lose my fucking number. I danced with the bitch once at a party.”

Jinx’s nose reddened and she swallowed. Holy fuck! This was serious shit for Jinx to look so vulnerable.

“Her name is Nova,” she said tightly. “And why did she send you a naked photo if you only danced with heronce?”

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