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I side-stepped him with the bag in my hand and replied on a broken cry, “Ask the slut whose juices are on your beard, you dirty son of a bitch.”
I may be damaged, but I’m no one’s doormat. As I walked away from the cabin, I heard him utter, “I’m so sorry.”
Chapter 9
Kade
Iknew Sadie was waitingfor me in the cabin, and I knew what she told me earlier, but truthfully, I didn’t want to get rejected again, so I drank more, hoping she would be asleep by the time I stumbled into bed. That might’ve made me an ass, but a man can be patient for only so long. Getting turned down was breaking my heart, and every time I saw her shut down and pull into herself, it killed a little more of me.
She hadn’t told me exactly what happened, but I did know she had been raped sometime in her teenage years. Smokey took pity on me a few months ago when he saw me at the range, and he explained some things to me that weren’t his place to explain.
He told me about finding Sadie injured, her unwillingness to speak about it, and how she became a shell of herself. I tried to be understanding. The times she touched me and I touched her were as close to heaven as someone like me would ever come. But I needed more, and I feared she would shut down again, leaving me wanting and unable to do anything about it.
I never learned how to be in a relationship, and the pressure to do right by Sadie and Jacob was becoming too much to handle. During the run today, I let my thoughts wander, and I realized Sadie was too good for someone like me.
After a few hours of partying with the brothers, I walked to the edge of the clubhouse and saw the lights in my cabin were off, so I went back to the party with a guilty conscience. One of the club sluts was moving from group to group offering her services to the brothers, and I watched her ass sway in her tiny skirt as she brought fresh beers to us. My dick grew hard, and I needed to take the edge off my lust before I pushed Sadie too far, too fast. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop, and I would damage her even more, so on a snap decision, I made eye contact with the short redhead.
She licked her lips, and I nodded discreetly to the dark side of the clubhouse. She sashayed away from the brothers, and I took another swallow of the moonshine before walking into the clubhouse. No one could know about this, or I would be in deep shit with the club. The brothers with old ladies were loyal to a fault, and cheating wasn’t approved. It showed disloyalty to your old lady and let the club know you were capable of disloyalty to them.
Turning left, I slipped out the side door into the darkness and found the woman waiting against the side of the building. She wore a tiny tube top, barely holding in her fake tits, and she was twisting a finger into her hair as I approached.
“Hey, baby. I was wondering how long it was going to take you to finally come to your senses.”
I grasped her by the arm and pulled her closer to me as I menacingly whispered, “You’re going to take the edge off, and you’re not going to tell anyone. Understood?”
She nodded with a smile and gripped my hard length through my pants. I rocked my hips into her hold and pinched a pebbled nipple through her top. She moaned, and I looked over my shoulder to make sure no one was coming before I pulled her away from the clubhouse and instinctively toward my cabin.
The closer I got, the more I knew this was a bad idea, but my drunken dick was leading the show. The slut giggled as I pulled her to the side of my cabin, and I shushed her as we slipped into the darkness. I shouldn’t be here, just outside where Sadie was sleeping, letting another woman touch me, but I couldn’t help myself.
Reckless decisions were fueling my drunk brain as she settled on the bench in front of me and swallowed my length. Grasping her hair, I thrust into her mouth and felt like a real piece of shit as I orgasmed down her throat, feeling the tension and stress bleed away with each rope of cum. I wasn’t expecting her to threaten to tell Sadie if I didn’t get her off, and when she came on my tongue, a tear slipped down my cheek.
Seeing Sadie standing in my cabin, broken from my betrayal, killed a part of me, and when she left, I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and drank until I passed out on the couch.
The pounding on the door to my cabin was almost as loud as the pounding in my head as I rolled over, trying to block the bright ass sun from my sensitive eyes. Whoever was outside that door more than likely knows about what I did last night, and I wiped away the drunken haze I was swimming in as I turned and placed my feet on the floor.
The pounding started again, and I yelled, “I’m coming. Fucking hold on.”
