Page 8 of Blood & Honey
“Isn’t that why you came?You were afraid she was the one texting me.”
“On the surface, yeah.Maybe that’s true, but deep down we both know that I couldn’t stand the thought of you in this dress with someone else’s hands on you.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“I want to hear you say it.”my bottom lips wobbles.My fingers tremble and ache to touch him.
“Because you’re mine.”The words I’ve longed for leave his lips, and I don’t care that he’s drunk.That he once loved my sister.
I meet his ravaged expression with one full of longing.
“Make me yours, Blood.”
“This is what you want?What you dream of and hope for?A life by my side?A life with an outlaw?”
“Be with me.”
“Not here.Not like this.You deserve better.”
“It’s what I want.”
He glances back toward the ocean, wearing an expression I can’t read as he tosses a shell toward the water and misses.
“I’ll ruin your life.”
“It’s mine to ruin.”
“You really want this?”
“It’s all I want.”
Something seems to settle within him.His expression softens, and he shoots me a sly grin.
“You’d really marry me?”
“In a heartbeat.”I press my fingertips to my heart and then to his lips.
Chapter Two
Scrubbingapalmovermy face, I put my feet on the cool wooden floor of my bedroom and stumble toward the bathroom, about to piss myself.I drank too damn much last night.I can’t walk straight, let alone see straight.I glance toward my bed through the open bathroom door, seeing a fuzzy vision of what appears to resemble tan legs and blonde hair peeking out of the covers.
Hope whoever she is, that she leaves soon.Martina will be showing up with Ash and I don’t want a lecture about having strange women around him.Like he’d remember.He’s only a year old.What I do in my bedroom is no one’s business.Especially not hers.I appreciate Martina helping me out, but she tries to mom me every chance she gets, treating me as if I’m not a grown man who is the president of an outlaw motorcycle club.
She’s not my mother, and I’m not Ash’s father.He’s my baby brother by blood.On paper though, he’s mine.Our father is dead and gone.Ash is my responsibility.It’s not his fault that his mother, who also happens to be my ex, Shelby, is nothing but a no-good cunt who spreads her legs for anyone.Of all the men she could’ve fucked, she picked my father.
I don’t want to think about the past or that fucking bitch.
The sound of my urine hitting the toilet bowl echoes throughout the quiet house.I need a goddamn cigarette and coffee.Sand grits against my skin in places it shouldn’t.
Fuck.I’m never drinking that much again.My temples pound as I give my dick an extra shake, wondering who in the hell I brought home with me last night.Whoever they are, they aren’t Felicity, thank fuck.Guess I managed to scrape her off.
I grab my dirty jeans from the floor and dig my soft pack of cigarettes from the front pocket, hoping they aren’t bent all to fuck and find the damn thing empty.
After digging a pair of shorts out of the laundry basket, I let my latest conquest sleep a little longer while I make some coffee.Least I can do is make her a cup to go and order her a ride home before I hop in the shower.Most chicks take some cream in their coffee.I open the fridge, grab the milk, give it a sniff, and pour a shot into the disposable cup.
I go to open the fridge again and stop.I blink.Rubbing my eyes, I take another glance at the paper stuck to the fridge and the picture accompanying it.
