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I don’t know why I feel the need to explain myself, but I don’t want him to think that I was following him. That I’m acting crazy and trying to get in on his life or anything. The last thing I want is his wife to find out like this. All hell will break loose.
“Come on,” he says with a jerk of his chin. “Let’s go to our room.”
Our room.
I run after him as fast as I can.
The room he got for us is on the floor below his. It’s a mirror image of the room I’m sharing with my brother. Small but pricey, I’m sure. Everything is clean and spotless… for a little while.
It doesn’t take us long to dirty it up.
Lucian takes out his frustrations on me, fucking me everywhere he can.
We go at it for hours. When I think we’re done, he goes again. I don’t know how his dick doesn’t hurt, because mine does and he’s come more than I have already.
When my legs are jelly, he gets us into the tub. The water is hot and the bubbles smell like lavender. The tub isn’t made for men our size, but we manage to sit together until the water is lukewarm. When we get out, Lucian dries me off and we lie in bed naked.
He orders us room service, food and dessert. He feeds me chocolate covered strawberries and spreads the whipped cream along my abs to lick it off.
Then my dick is in his mouth again, and with perfect coaching form him, I manage to come for the fourth time tonight. I didn’t think I could do it, but he assured me I could.
After that, we’re both well and truly spent.
“I want to leave her, you know.”
I’m always fine after sex. Until he starts talking.
“Then why don’t you?” I ask.
It’s a simple problem that has a simple solution. There is no reason to make it difficult. Divorce is common these days.
“You wouldn’t understand,” he says.
What I understand is that he’s choosing to stay with her. It’s that simple. Marriage and divorce is a choice. No one is forcing him to stay married to her. He is actively choosing to stay with her over being with me. That is what I understand.
It’s the first of many times that he’ll crush a piece of my heart with no intention of repairing it.
Chapter Eighteen
Kolton
The thing about being a small MC in a small town is that we don’t have a lot to stand on when it comes to defending what we have. We’re an easy target, and if I were part of the Iron Runners, I’d do exactly what they’re doing too. But we will not back down. This is our town, and they can kill us all before we lay down and take it. So even though we’re only a crew of ten and they have triple that, we’re still riding to their bar to fuck shit up.
It’s been a crazy summer with them. Two solid fights so far, one of which landed Rhino in the ER with a stab to the stomach. It wasn’t anything serious, just some stitches, but we don’t care if it was a fingernail scratch. You don’t hurt one of ours. We got payback for that—sort of. But that doesn’t mean we’re through. It’s clear they aren’t done, since they keep pulling some shit when we aren’t looking. We will do whatever the fuck we need to make sure they stay on their own territory. If theywant the border, they can go find it somewhere else and make their own contract with them. They need to stop being pussies and trying to overtake us. We’re also pretty sure that they’re the ones Norman was laundering money for. If it’s true, they won’t come back, and I guess that solves that.
There are seven bikes in the lot when we get there, and a few other cars and trucks. They may not be part of the MC but they’ll help them. This is their town, with their people.
They’ll hear us coming, so we need to be quick. We get into the lot, grab our bats and crowbars and rush into the place. They’re already off their seats and reaching for whatever weapons they have in their back pockets. I don’t worry about what the other guys are doing; they can handle themselves. I go for the closest Iron prick, pull my bat back, and crack him against the arm with it.
Ideally, we’d kill every single one of these assholes but the heat is already on us and we don’t need to go to jail for murder. The town would be fucked then. But we can rough them up enough that they’ll hurt for a while, even end up in the hospital. There’s a grey line for when the cops get involved and when they look the other way, not wanting to get in between battles that are bigger than them.
Pinehaven doesn’t even have a police force. We have one sheriff and one deputy. Those fuckers aren’t doing a damn thing to go against us, because they know they’ll end up six feet in the ground and no one will say a word. That’s one thing Ido appreciate about the MC. Despite our differences and the struggles we have, I still firmly believe that none of us are rats.
“You fucking dick!” the guy shouts when my bat connects with the top of his bicep. He curls over, but comes right back at me, tackling me at my waist. I fall into the table behind me, my hip hitting it hard. The pain radiates down my leg and infuriates me.
We fall to the floor, and I roll to get out of his grip, then rear my foot back and boot him right in the face. I hear the satisfying crunch and he falls back, hands going to his nose. The blood is instant. I get up, then take the bat to his knee and stomp on it for good measure.
“Try riding with a shattered knee, you piece of shit.” I spit on him and walk away.
