Page 65 of Inflame Me
“I got a call from your father while you were gone.”
Five days, and all I’ve gotten from Rhys was a text, short and clipped. He never called like he said he was going to, and I for sure wasn’t going to call him. Screw that. All right, I’m probably being a little overdramatic, but it’s better this way. He’s splitting off, and it’s for the best. Nowhere in his text did he say he was on his way here. As a matter of fact, he said he couldn’t make it due to club business, so I know that must be more important. Then again, like Princess said, all club business is more important. I shouldn’t resent that, yet I do. It gave Rhys the perfect escape.
The fact that my father called my mother is a bit baffling, though.
“I didn’t know you two were talking.”
“We talk quite a bit.”
So, Dagger can call my mother and talk, but Rhys can’t call me. A lead weight hangs in my gut. What if the reason he hasn’t is because he’s seeing other women? Since the arrangement is over, he decided he needed sex from others. The lead rolls in my stomach as bile starts to rise in my throat. He can’t be, and if he is, I don’t want to know about it.
“Really?”
“Their business took a little longer, but he said he’ll be here in a couple of days.”
I chew my bottom lip, wanting to ask if Rhys is coming, wanting to know if he already forgot about me. I don’t, though. I hardly ever speak to my mother about him. It’s like, if I don’t talk about it, then it’s not real.
“Then what?” I ask.
“Sweetheart, we need to decide if we want to say here or move down to Sumner.”
I focus on her and gape. “You want to move there?”
“I don’t have much up here besides you.”
“I’ll have to think about it.” After all, if things are truly done with Rhys, I sure as hell don’t want to live in the same area as him or see him around my father. I know me, and that would be too much for me to bear. “And what is going on with you and Dagger? He has a woman, you know.”
My mother’s eyes shut as if the pain is too much to take. I understand her. The thought of the man you care about being with another is too much.
“I know. I’m not sure about anything at the moment.” She shifts in the chair and lays her head back, looking at the ceiling.
Times like these, I wish I could read my mother’s thoughts. Hell, I wish my thoughts were more understandable.
“YOU CALL MY daughter yet?” Dagger asks as we stop for food on our journey back to Sumner.
Fucking Ralphie. This trip shouldn’t have taken this long¸ but the catch to the deal was pickups, several of them throughout the US on the way. Stupid fucker. At least now the debt is settled. He just needs to hold up his end of this deal.
“I’ll get to it,” I tell him, taking a bite of the nasty-ass burger, needing something in my stomach.
“I’m going back for Mearna,” Dagger tells me.
“Are you?”
“Fuck, yes. That’s my woman,” he says with absolute confidence. I’m glad he knows what the hell he wants. “When Mearna comes, Tanner’s coming, too.”
“Good,” I tell him, taking another bite and washing it down with a soda.
Do I want Tanner? Fuck, yes, but I gotta be straight. Never in my forty-something years have I ever had only one woman for any period of time. While her pussy is the best I’ve ever had, I’m not sure I have enough confidence in myself to stick to only hers. I’ve never had to. Tanner told me flat-out she wasn’t that type, but for her, I want to try. Fucking hell.
“I’ll head up with ya.”
“You sure about that?” he questions.
I know he’s right. My dick has seen so many pussies and mouths in its time. For Tanner, though, I will do my damnedest.
On a couple of our stops, I had the opportunity to get fucked and sucked by road bunnies, and I turned them down, each one of them. That was a fucking first. I’ve never turned down free pussy, but I did because of Tanner, because it’s her mouth I want wrapped around my cock. Yeah, I’ll definitely try.
“Yep, let’s get the fuck out of here,” I tell him as the brothers grab their bikes, and we ride off.
