Page 30 of My Three S**y Bikers

I’d only been with one man my whole life before him, and I’d thought that would be it. This was what it was all about, but Lucky had proven what I had with Drake was nothing compared to right now.

My hips circled, and he replied with steady but rough movements. I couldn’t hold back any longer as my nails dug into his back, and I tasted his sweat on my lips.

With one last powerful thrust, he tensed above me. We were exhausted, and he shook as he collapsed, his face against my neck. I ran my trembling hands through his damp hair as I let go completely, and even if his cock wasn’t hard inside me anymore, it didn’t take long for my body to jerk with my climax, too.

We held onto each other, panting, and I felt his heart racing against my chest. As our breathing calmed, there was only one thing I craved, for him to lie next to me.

“Let’s take a nap together.”

Lucky didn’t argue, as he lay beside me. I should have got up for a towel, but I was too tired. I’d never had this with Drake. Never had mind-blowing sex. Lucky had shown me everything I’d been missing with his son. This time, as I lay on my bed, I didn’t stare up at the ceiling as I’d been doing before Lucky entered the room. He cupped me in his arms, and within seconds, the thing that I’d found so hard to do minutes ago became easy.

I slept.

14

LUCKY

Get down to the club. Scar’s here!

Playboy sent me the message. He probably realized I was in a compromising position with Mel, and he was right. I couldn’t help myself with her, and it was wrong, especially because Scar didn’t know the truth. I had to sit him down, man-to-man, to explain it. I planned to do it the other day in the kitchen, but then, we saw Melinda running away, and Scar concluded she was running from him. I’d promised never to keep another secret from him, to make sure the years I’d lost with him could be rebuilt, but I’d betrayed his trust. I saw it in his eyes as Steel told him about the old man dying and the truth about this land.

I crept out of Mel’s bed and hurried downstairs, while putting on my shirt. Erin was still out with Dwayne, taking him to a play gym.

“That baby needs to be with other babies, but Mel clearly had no money before she got here. I bet all she did was work, and not even have time to eat or look after herself. Don’t tell her, but when I babysit, I take him to a play place. He’s even found himself a young girlfriend there. Mel’s not a bad mom. Just a young one,” Erin explained to me, as I caught her taking Dwayne out one time.

It was fair enough, Mel didn’t seem to be knowledgeable about a lot of things about motherhood, but she’d clearly had no time to learn. And she had no role model, that was her biggest challenge and not her own fault.

After I walked across the campus to the club, I saw both Playboy and Scar seated in a corner. An empty chair sat at the table and a beer in front of it. No doubt, that was for me.

“Dad, you look like crap. I’ve never seen you in here without your jacket.”

Fuck!

I’d left so quickly and was so paranoid Scar would leave again, I’d forgotten to put it on. He was right about one thing. I never forgot to wear it.

I took a swig of the beer, ignoring his comment and sat down.

“It’s weird in here with no one around.” I spun to face the bar.

“Yeah,” Playboy agreed.

“I may have some information,” Scar blurted out as he dropped his bottle on the table. That was when I noticed he wasn’t even talking properly. He was slurring, and his eyes were bloodshot as if he hadn’t slept in a week.

“How many has he had?” I asked Playboy, who shook his head, as if to say,you don’t want to know.

“Are you listening?” Scar kept repeating himself and getting Ashley to serve him more beers.

What was she doing here?The club was closed for the week.

Playboy hadn’t asked me to come down to listen to Scar’s ramblings but to get him out of here. My bottle was empty, and Scar mentioned something about the land.

Maybe.

Possibly.

I went to the bar and got some snacks. I felt a little peckish, and waiting for Scar to tell us what was on his mind agitated me.

It was times like these I was reminded that, though he was my son, I hadn’t brought him up. If I had, so many things would be different, like his entitled attitude. He expected Mel to run after him. He hated her for not giving him the attention he thought he deserved, and this was what upset him most about her being around.

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