Page 2 of Jaded Red

She thinks about it for a few moments. “I don’t think my place would be good either.”

I pop my kickstand down and motion for her to climb off. When she does, I miss the warmth of her against my back. I slide off my seat and remove my helmet from her head. A shiver passes down my spine when my fingers touch her delicate skin. She shakes out her long blond hair and the scent of coconuts and liquor penetrates my nose and if possible, I harden even more.

She walks toward the room looking over her shoulder, her whiskey eyes landing on me. “You coming?” She offers me a sultry smile and a wink.

I follow this sexy kitten inside the room and for the first time in years, I feel something for someone with no hint of guilt from my past eating away at me.

That night I lost my virginity to a beautiful, sexy blond bombshell. Many more nights followed for weeks, and my brothers were asking questions I refused to answer. Until one night she didn’t show up. She has haunted my dreams and invaded my headspace. I can’t get her out of my mind no matter how hard I try.

She’s captured my soul and my attention. Now I’m a mess because she disappeared as fast as she appeared. My dick had a taste of her, now he won’t get up for any other woman. I’m so screwed.

This is why I don’t do fucking roses or relationships. They always leave and I’m left behind. Hardening my heart and putting a cap on my dick, I’m swearing off women, yet again. No one will be able to make me change my mind. I might have given into temptation with one woman, but I’ll never, ever do it again.

Chapter One

Red

Stepping onto the hospital elevator, I inhale the smell of antiseptic and I hold back the bile climbing its way up my throat. I hate hospitals with a passion and it seems like we’re always here for one thing or another.

This time we’re here for Derange and his Ol’ Lady Jezebelle. They were out with Kensi shopping at the mall for baby stuff when Jezebelle’s water broke in the middle of the food court. Thanks to Kensi’s lead foot, they made it here on time for Jezebelle to deliver a healthy baby girl they named Naomi. I had to use my computer expertise to scrub some traffic cam footage from the illegal shit Kensi did to get here with help from her dad, who happens to be the new sheriff in the neighboring county. Go fucking figure, we are now working with the five-o instead of bribing them.

Thinking about bribes, my mind wanders back to a sexy tiny dancer with long blonde hair and California kissed skin. I don’t know how she did it, but she captivated me the moment her whiskey eyes landed on me.

She seduced me that night in a way no woman has been able to. Which is why my experience with women in that way was nil, zip, zero. Ever since I was a teenager, this dancer is the only onewho held me captive andshedidn’t show up to make me feel guilty. I know it’s all in my head, the shrinks over the years have told me, butshehaunts me daily. Now this mystery woman has done what others failed to do.

The way her tight core gripped my shaft, I’d let her continue to seduce me until I took my last breath. The way our bodies fit together like we were meant to be, drove me insane with lust. Now that I’ve had a taste of her sweet, succulent body, I don’t have issues jacking off thinking about her plump red lips wrapped around me until I released down her throat. Which she did several times.

Damn it! Now I have a raging hard on standing in an elevator with a bunch of bikers in leather and my face is burning with embarrassment. No one knows about my mystery blonde and if I have my way, they’ll never know. Guilt engulfs me, thinking about this beautiful woman, while the one whom I was supposed to love is gone forever because of me.

The bell dings and the elevator doors slide open. I quickly make my way out of the stifling death contraption and walk to the windows at the end of the hallway. The summer sun shines through the thick glass, warming my skin. I need a minute to compose myself. I let the guilt over my mystery woman surround my heart until it beats a cold, dead beat inside my chest.

I don’t deserve any type of happiness or even the dreadedLword most of my brothers have fallen victim to. I’m too fucked up in the head. What I shared with the mystery woman never should have happened. I never should have given in. I don’t deserve the things she gave me. I don’t deserve the freedom I felt when we both climaxed and came the way we did. My soul is forever tarnished and I need to remember this when mystery woman sneaks back into my head. Which is often.

“Yo! Red, you coming?” Torch, our Enforcer shouts down the hallway, giving no fucks others are around. He’s an intimidating motherfucker with a shaved head, tattoos running up and down his arms and his bulging muscles. But right now, with one of his twin daughters slapping his face, he isn’t intimidating. But don’t let that fool you. Torch will fuck you up if you make either one of his twins or Ol’ Lady cry. This big fucker is drawing the attention of the nurses and they’re swooning at the scene before them.

Releasing a deep sigh, I shove all the thoughts of the mystery woman out of my mind and harden my heart again. Turning toward Torch and his daughter, I nod my head. “Let’s go.”

Torch leads the way down the long, disinfected hallway and panic starts to set in my chest. The beeping of monitors and dripping IV’s take me back to a memory I never want to bring up around my brothers. They have their own shit to deal with and don’t need mine too.

A small warm hand settles into my big palm startling me. I look down and Nina, Capone’s little girl, looks up at me with innocent eyes as black as her father’s. She gives me a sweet smile and it settles the panic clawing its way up my chest. Nina has a calming effect on all of us brothers.

I don’t know how this little girl settled me, but she did and I’m grateful for it. “Thank you,” I whisper to Nina.

“You’re welcome, Red. You looked like you could use a friend.” Her innocent comment takes my breath away.

Do I need a friend? I have my brothers, but they have their Ol’ Ladies and ankle biters. They always have my back as I always have theirs. But I’m not number one with them anymore. I’m alone and prefer it this way. Unless the mystery woman makes another appearance. I wouldn’t object to having her back, or the heaven between her thighs, and pouty lips. I wouldn’t mind making her mine.

The sound of boots stomping down the sterile hallway pulls me back into the present. Aftermath is heading right for me. The look on his face threatens pain but I’m not worried. He always has that look on his face, except when it comes to his Ol’ Lady Kensi Donovan.

He stops right in front of Nina and me and releases a harsh breath. “There you are!” Aftermath growls. His pissed-off gaze lands on Nina and she stands tall, not intimidated by Aftermath. Her tiny hand still in mine trembles a little but the seven-year-old squares her shoulders and meets Aftermath’s gaze. Just like her father, fear of nothing or no one. Lord have mercy on any boy who catches her attention.

“I haven’t gone anywhere, Aftermath. You’re paranoid.” Nina rolls her eyes and tugs my hand to move. We walk toward a room. “I told you I was going to look for Red. If you didn’t have your tongue down Kensi’s throat, you would have heard me.” Nina says over her little shoulder.

Aftermath’s face turns bright red. Redder than mine and his mouth opens and closes a few times. “Don’t worry Aftermath, your secret is safe with us. Right, Red?” Nina winks as we walk toward Jezebelle’s room.

I turn and walk backward laughing at Aftermath. “Right, squirt. Aftermath’s secret is safe with us.” I zip my lips and act like I’m throwing away a key. Nina grins slyly at me and I know Aftermath is in deep shit. She’s up to something and will blackmail him until he’s had enough and confesses to Capone. I’ve seen her do it with a few of her other uncles and it was hilarious. I came back from a run to find Derange dressed in a pink tutu, gold tierra sitting crooked on top of his big head and clown makeup on his hairy face playing tea party with Nina and Aerial. He still won’t tell anyone what Nina has on him and probably never will. I am guessing it has to do with Nina finding him and Jezebelle in a compromising situation.

Capone tries to shield his daughter from the indiscretions of living a biker’s life, but sometimes she is sneaky. I’ve caught her a few times trying to sneak out from the back of the Clubhouse where the rooms are to hide while we have a party. She wasn’t happy, but I wouldn’t budge. No freaking way will I give her dirty details on me. Capone installed a huge gaming room, home theater and anything kids her age and teenagers would want back there to keep them occupied. But sometimes Nina has a wild streak about her and rebels. She is going to be the death of us all when she hits her teenage years, which isn’t too far away.

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