Page 11 of Greedy Grizzly
“Grizz!” Storm’s annoyed voice jerked me out of my thoughts. He stalked toward me. “What’s going on with you? Need your dick sucked so you can focus?”
“I have shit on my mind.” And I’d gotten my dick sucked not long ago, thank you very much.
“What shit?” He crossed his arms over his chest as he towered above me.
“I want to claim Libby.” The words shot out of my mouth on their own accord. Not that it wasn’t true. I did want to claim her, but I hadn’t meant to blurt it out the way I did.
“Really?” He slowly lowered his arms. “But I thought you were into Toby.”
“What? No! Who told you that?” I flew out of my chair as if the seat had burst into flames. He knew? Who told him? Who else knew?
My blood pressure shot through the roof. Hopefully, a massive heart attack would kill me on the spot to spare me the humiliation in front of Storm.
“Angel and Libby.” He twisted his lips. “It’s cool, y’know. You do you, bro.”
“Son of a bitch! Does everyone think I’m gay?” My heart raced with vengeance, then my stomach churned. If I puked on Prez, I’d surely be a dead man.
This couldn’t be happening. I thought I’d hidden my desires well enough.
Libby will pay for talking about me behind my back.
“If they do, I didn’t tell them.”
“Libby!” I hurried out of the room to find her. She’d promised to keep my secret. How could I ever trust her again? I’d spank her long and hard for this betrayal.
“Go easy on her!” Storm hollered from church. “You know how women are. They tell each other everything!”
White hot fury nearly blinded me. I never lost my cool like this, but Libby knew better. I stopped hard in the doorway of the kitchen, made eye contact with my woman. “I trusted you.” The words shot from my mouth, not caring who else was in the kitchen to witness my explosion.
Her green eyes went wide and fear flashed on her gorgeous face. “I. I. I’m not sure what’s going on.” She stepped toward me. “Let’s go talk, babe.” Libby reached for my arm as if trying to protect me from completely losing it in front of the other women.
“No.” I jerked away, feeling like a pussy for letting my emotions get the better of me. Making a spectacle of myself wasn’t my way. Libby did this to me. She made me unhinged, which wasn’t okay. “I’ve opened up too much to you. Lesson learned.” I turned on my heel and headed for the exit to get away from her and the clubhouse.
“Grizz, please. I’m totally in the dark here. What happened?” She followed me out of the building. Her award-winning performance pushed me closer to the edge of insanity. In thedark? Confused at what could’ve set me off like this? Utter bullshit. “Where are you going?”
I straddled my Harley and glared at her. “I don’t answer to you.”
“Wow. That’s harsh.” She blinked her pretty eyes as if completely bewildered. “We always tell each other what we’re doing.”
“You promised to never breathe a word about my secrets, but Storm and Angel know! How Libby? How do they know?”
She turned as white as a sheet. Of course she would. The truth about her betrayal was out. “I swear, nobody else knows.”
I shook my head. “That’s funny. Hilarious. Nobody else, aye? Don’t be in my room when I get back.” I started my hog and revved the motor to drown out her voice. Her lips were moving rapidly and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Nothing she said would make what she did okay. To tell my deepest, most personal secrets to anyone, even God, was unforgivable.
I pulled away from her and drove off. As much as I wanted to speed out of the parking lot, I had to wait for the damn gate to open before I could get on the open road.
The seconds ticking by were long enough for me to give into my curiosity and catch a glimpse of Libby in my rearview mirror, covering her face as she cried.
Normally, it would’ve destroyed me to see her so broken. But talking about my secrets was a dealbreaker. I’d warned her what would happen if she ever told a soul, and she betrayed me anyway.
How could she do this to me? She knew I didn’t trust most people—only her and Storm.
I flew down the dirt road, squeezing my handlebars until my nails dug into my palms. My messy hair whipped in the wind and the sting of tears burned my eyes. The humiliation flooding my veins made me sick to my stomach. I could end it all right thefuck now if I released my grip and let fate take over. I could hit a boulder, skid out of control and crash into a ditch.
Maybe I should.
Then I’d never hurt again.
