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“You slept with fucking Ryker Storme?”Flicker said.

“We didn’t exactly exchange last names,” I said, flipping my hair over my shoulder.“But yeah, the guy I spent the night with was named Ryker.How did you even find out?More of your crew spying on me?”

“He’s here,” Flicker said, his voice dropping.“And had he not been talking about the hot piece of ass with a swan feather on her hip in metallic ink, I’d have never known it was you.But no one else in this fucking town has that tattoo.Hell, Zipper is the only one within a hundred miles who will mess with those inks.”

“I’ll bite.Who is Ryker Storme?Must be someone important for you to damn near have a coronary because I spent the night in his bed.”

“Ever heard of Trent Storme?”Flicker asked.

I shrugged.The name was familiar.I thought about it a minute before the name clicked into place.“The President of the Hades Abyss MC?”

“Yeah.Ryker Storme is Trent’s son.You just fucked the prince of the Hades Abyss MC.Do you know how much shit this could bring to our door?”Flicker asked.“Every guy in that meeting knew exactly who Ryker was talking about.It’s no secret that you have that silver feather on your hip.Who the hell else but you would get something like that around here?Zipper inks more butterflies and panthers than anything.Not to mention I really didn’t need to hear about how tight my sister’s pussy is.”

I winced and commiserated with him.Yeah, just like I didn’t like hearing about how big his dick was when the club sluts started talking.

“It’s a little late to change things now.I don’t have a time machine,” I said.I honestly didn’t know what he wanted me to do about it.Even if I could change things, I wouldn’t.Being with Ryker had been beyond amazing.

“He’s only here for a week, checking things out.Torch wants to reach an agreement with Trent Storme.We can always use more allies.The club talked things over after Ryker left, and we want you to lay low until Ryker leaves.Maybe you should stay somewhere else.”

I rolled my eyes.Yeah, because I had so many options.If I’d ever had somewhere to go, did he honestly think I’d have moved in with him indefinitely?He wouldn’t let me work, so I had no income for my own place, and the only friends I had were here at the compound.I’d ditched my high school friends when it became apparent they were only hanging out with me to drool over the bikers in my life.

“I’ll just stick close to home.But you’re going to have to restock the kitchen if you don’t want me leaving the house.I’d starve to death before morning.”

“Fine,” Flicker said.“I’m hoping no one opens their damn mouth about who you really are.With some luck, Ryker will lose himself in alcohol and club pussy.Maybe he won’t even remember you in a few days.”

That hurt.A lot.And for some reason, I didn’t like the thought of him spending time with the club sluts.I had no claim on him, and I knew it, but I’d felt special when I was with him last night.Then again, if he was bragging about me to my brother and the other Dixie Reapers, I was likely just another piece of ass to him.That’s probably all I’d ever be to anyone.Who would want to settle down with Flicker’s sister?He was the treasurer for the Dixie Reapers, and if anything ever happened to me, he’d wreak havoc and start kicking ass.Most of the time when a guy paid attention to me, I had to wonder if he was trying to find an in with Flicker and the club.It’s why Ryker had been perfect.I’d figured a complete stranger was a safe bet for some no strings fun.

“I’ll stay here,” I promised my brother.“He’ll never know I’m here.”

“See that it stays that way.”

Flicker shook his head and disappeared out the front door.

It suddenly felt like the weight of the world had settled on my shoulders.I had the most incredible night of my life and still managed to fuck things up.Sometimes I wondered if Flicker would be better off if I did take off, just vanished one day for parts unknown.He was always bailing me out of trouble, usually brought on by too much drinking.I’d been detained more than once for drunk and disorderly, and there was the time I spray-painted the high school, or the time I TP’d the principal’s house my senior year.Yeah, I hadn’t been an angel.There were times I wondered why he even let me stay here.

Feeling sorry for myself, I went back to the living room and flopped onto the couch.So much for going to the doctor.I figured something like this would be time sensitive, not that I’ve ever had to research STDs before.I’d just wait out Ryker and hope he hadn’t given me anything that couldn’t be easily cured.On the plus side, I could make a dent in my to-be-read pile.I probably had over two hundred books on my Kindle I hadn’t had a chance to read yet.

See, silver lining.I’d just find me an awesome book boyfriend, and then I’d be like,Ryker who?

Chapter Three

Ryker

The gorgeous girl I’d taken back to my motel about a week before still haunted me.The Dixie Reapers had been more than welcoming, and I’d had more club pussy shoved at me than I knew what to do with, but they just didn’t interest me.I couldn’t bring myself to fuck someone so thoroughly used after having my very own virgin for an entire night.Not to mention they all looked worn around the edges and wore so much makeup it looked like a mask.I wondered where my little ex-virgin was and what she was doing now.

Hell, I wondered who she was doing now.Someone that sensual, that sexy, wouldn’t exactly be lounging around her house on a Friday night.I might have been her first, but now that I’d popped that cherry, I had no doubt she’d be looking for her next hook-up.Maybe I should have made sure she had my number before she ran off.I didn’t know how long I would be in town, but we could have had some fun.And maybe I could have talked her into going home with me, if I ever went back home.

Being the son of the President of a club just wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.Everyone had assumed I’d follow in Dad’s footsteps and take over one day.And hell, maybe I would.I never wore my cut, but I had one.I was wearing it now just because I was hanging with another MC, but it generally stayed buried in my bag when I was on the road.There was a sense of freedom in just being an average guy and not Trent Storme’s kid.I’d joined the Marines and served twenty years in an attempt to distance myself from that life, but the minute my dad had heard I was coming home, he’d enlisted my help.

I could have been an asshole and turned him away, but he’d seldom asked me for anything.So I’d agreed to check out the Dixie Reapers and see if they were the kind of club Dad might be interested in.So far, everything seemed fine.There didn’t seem to be any drugs in the clubhouse, and even though they did have club sluts like every other MC I’d seen over the years, they weren’t into selling women.From what Torch and his VP had told me, they made a good bit of their money off arms deals, and while I’d speculated that they might be running drugs, the members seemed clean.I’d found that clubs who dealt in drugs had a tendency to sample the product, and that wasn’t happening here.Couldn’t fault them for the arms deals, though.There was good money in guns.A lot of clubs were into a lot worse.

I sipped my beer and winced when I realized it had gotten warm.Pushing it away, I decided to step out for some fresh air.A few guys were smoking on the porch so I kept walking.The Dixie Reapers were welcoming enough, but I preferred spending my nights with a woman in my bed, not running my mouth with a bunch of bikers.If I went back home, I’d have to get used to it.No way my dad wouldn’t demand my presence at the clubhouse on a regular basis.I’d avoided his life for so long, but I didn’t know how much longer I could keep running.

It was nearly pitch-black outside, the moon and stars hiding behind the clouds that had rolled in over the last hour.I was so busy staring up at the sky, I didn’t see the other person slinking along in the dark, until soft curves plowed into me.Instinctively, my arms went around her and held her against my chest.Had to be a woman with those perky breasts and rounded hips.Maybe my night was looking up.I didn’t think a club slut would be prowling around out here, but the luscious body pressed against me was mighty damn tempting.

“Sorry,” she said, trying to free herself from me.

Wait.I knew that voice.My arms tightened, not wanting to let her go.“Laken?”

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