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CHAPTER ONE
Ky
The night had been a bit of a bust. I was hanging out with my brothers around the huge fire pit but even as I laughed and told stories, I just felt like I was ready for bed. When Sketch, Blade, and Charming came back from the bar, they’d brought a group of desperate women. Maybe I was judging a bit harshly. But honestly, when you wear next to nothing, tag along to a biker compound, and plant your ass on me without so much as asking my name, it kinda fit. Needy? Desperate? Clingy? Dumb? At least more than one of those titles belonged to each and every one of those women.
Now, I wasn’t saying that all women were that way. I actually had a lot of respect for women. Gwen and Cami, for example. My grandmother. And you could have said my sister, a long time ago. Okay, so the list was pretty short but that didn’t mean that I didn’t know strong, amazing women and recognize that I was lucky enough to get even a fraction of their grace and beauty in my life.
However, even with all that negativity and name calling, I wasn’t about to turn down the attention. Think what you want, I loved all women, even the desperate, needy ones. They all served a purpose and the thing that was great, most of the time they knew the score. Just because I took them back to my room didn’t mean they’d get a callback.
While I wasn’t as bad as some of my brothers—Sketch, for example—I did have a pretty decent sized list. Most of them didn’t even have a name in my mind, let alone a face. I should have felt shitty about it, but I just didn’t.
I wasn’t opposed to a relationship, exactly, it was more that I figured I’d eventually find someone I’d want to give it a go with. However, I also was smart enough to know that the women I mostly hung around were not ones I should even entertain the idea with.
So, there I was sitting with some bottle blonde overtaking my lap, each of us had a full beer in hand. She was giggling like the air was funny and I was doing my best to talk to Mouse and Lake about nothing of importance. I was trying to relax and get out of my head. I spent most of my days alone with my head buried in or under a car. I loved it because most of the time I was a huge fan of the quiet. But there were times that it was a little too deafening. Moments when I didn’t have a distraction, and since the work was like a second nature at this point, it wasn’t much help because I could’ve practically done it in my sleep. That usually sent my overactive brain into action. And right now, I was tired of fighting the things it was trying to think about.
Half of me wanted to take this chick up to my room just to prove a point to myself. As I looked over…uhh…Sally—sure, she looked like a Sally—I imagined she wouldn’t have any problem with that at all.
Brand came walking back, Cami tucked into his side. Knowing it was late, I would bet that Chris wouldn’t be far behind. I’d stopped by the bar earlier and saw that he was the one working the closing shift tonight.
Brand and Chris had an interesting relationship. I couldn’t deny that even though Brand was with Cami, the fact that I’d seen a kiss between him and Chris still confused the hell out of me. I’d been trying to figure it out for far too long now, scratching my head while I maybe watched them a little too closely. Part of me thought that it could have been that they were both deep in the closet and that Cami was some kind of beard or whatever it was called. But one look at how Brand was with her, and I knew that wasn’t it. He had fucking stars in his eyes for that girl. I couldn’t blame him, Cami was pretty cool. And she drove a kick-ass car, too.
Whatever was going on, I had a feeling I wasn’t going to figure it out unless I flat out asked one of them. And I knew I wasn’t going to do that. It wasn’t my business and I didn’t really care, or so I kept telling myself.
“So, hot stuff, you wanna take me for a ride on your bike. I’ve never been on one but I’ve dreamed of it.”
Fuck, no!
That was my gut reaction. No one had ever sat bitch on my bike and I wasn’t looking to change that. I didn’t exactly see the commitment thing in it like some of the other brothers did. It was more that I felt my skin crawl at the thought of sharing that part of me. Sure it was only a motorcycle, a way to transport me from one place to another. I honestly could see where some people might think that. But being on my bike, even driving the short distance I had to just to get somewhere in this city, it was my time and I wanted to fucking keep it that way.
“Can’t,” I grunted. “I don’t ever drive unless I’m sober.”
There, that was not only the truth but a good excuse as well.
She huffed and pouted like a damn bratty child. My ears tuned her out as my eyes caught on the figure emerging from the shadows near the corner of the building. I knew it was Chris before his body stepped out into the flickering light of the fire pit. His eyes latched onto mine as if he could feel my stare. In a blink, he narrowed his gaze slightly as his brow furrowed with a hint of frustration. Then he was turning is attention away from me, his face softening and a smile overtaking his face as he looked at Cami and Brand.
He took a seat and easily started talking to everyone that was around him. I was too far away to catch any of their conversation, but by the way everyone was laughing and carrying on, I could tell I was missing out on a good time.
Chris may not have been in the club but most of us considered him family in a way. He ran the club bar and had known a few of the brothers here a while. He grew up in Moon Hill and was around the chapter that was there. That was where he’d met Brand and Lake. I considered him a good friend at one point and I knew the strain that was between us was all my fault. I felt like shit about it, but at the same time, I had no idea what was going on with me.
A leggy brunette sauntered her way up to Chris and he didn’t even try to stop her when she sat down in his lap.
That was when I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Want to go to my room?” I asked the chick in my lap, but shamefully, my eyes were still on Chris.
“Yeah,” she purred, then licked the shell of my ear. I supposed it could have been sexy to someone. But not me. Nope. I felt like I was forcing myself to go through this for some unknown fucking reason.
That was the moment Chris jerked his eyes in my direction. Instead of getting up and taking my messed up ass somewhere else, I chose to tangle my hand in the hair of the woman desperate for my attention and all but swallow her tongue down my throat. It wasn’t even a good kiss. It wasn’t what I’d been dreaming of. It lacked the intensity and passion of the one that I couldn’t get out of my head.
Of course, this only pissed me off further.
“Let’s go,” I grunted, jumping up so fast that she almost fell on her ass. I didn’t miss a beat as I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her flush with my body.
This was going to happen, I’d decided that much.
I made it up the stairs and into my room with my full attention on her. She didn’t seem to care that I couldn’t remember her name or that I was rushing through things.
Clothes went flying and her naked ass hit my bed with a bounce.
