Page 13 of Other Woman Drama (Content Advisory #4)

Eleven

I just laugh stuff off ’cause prison doesn’t cook the food I like.

— Silver to Webber

SILVER

I was heading toward Webber’s bike when I realized that it was all wrong.

“Webber,” I said, pausing halfway to his bike. “I can’t ride with you. That’s not going to work. I don’t want to…Devney…”

His gaze locked on mine as he said, “Broke up with her yesterday. You won’t be stepping on her toes.”

Something expectant passed between us, and I froze, unsure what to say or do.

This was…everything I ever wanted.

But what if he hadn’t done it because of me? What if he’d done it because he didn’t like her, but he also didn’t like me?

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

“You’re overthinking things,” he said. “Let me be clear. I should’ve never been with her. I should’ve gone with my instincts.”

My head tilted. “What were your instincts?”

His mouth kicked up at the edges, and his mustache kicked up with it.

God, it was cute.

I wanted to kiss the corner of his mouth.

I wanted to see what that mustache felt like along my skin.

I wanted it all with him.

I was so hopeful, yet so fucking scared at the same time.

It’d been a really long time I’d been pining over him.

There was still the issue of my damn dad being married to his ex-wife.

There was an age gap between us.

There was a hesitancy on his end, letting me know that he thought all of those things were a real issue.

Yet…

“Let me be perfectly clear here, Silver,” he said, moving so close to me that my heart started to beat like a metronome inside my chest. “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.

Your dad’s a problem. A big one. My ex-wife’s an even bigger problem.

I chose to stay away from you because all I can think about when I picture us together are hurdles.

This isn’t going to be easy—I can’t stand your fucking dad.

The club is a goddamn clusterfuck right now with that bitch Moran hanging around.

You’re young. Much younger than me. You want things that I probably can’t give you, because I’m just not the nice guy.

I’ll never be the nice guy. But all of that doesn’t matter, because all I can think about is you.

I can’t get you out of my head. Every time I’m with another woman, it’s you I’m fucking in my head.

I’ve spent the last year trying to get you out of my head…

and let’s be honest here. It’s not freakin’ working. ”

I swallowed.

I hadn’t been a celibate person in the time since we’d met, either.

I’d had a few one-night stands myself as I tried to get him out from under my skin.

“I…” I swallowed again. “I did the…”

Then his hand was over my mouth, and his eyes were on fire.

“This might be extremely fucking sexist, but I don’t want to hear about any of the men you fucked thinking about me,” he growled.

My brows rose, and I spoke against his hand. “You think that I want to hear about the ones that you did?”

“Haven’t even been able to get it up for anyone in half a year,” he growled again. “Short of putting a paper bag over their head with your goddamn picture on…”

I jerked his hand away from my face and said, “We’re going to be born again virgins. No more talk, ever, about this.”

His eyes gleamed.

Just when he was about to lean in, Jasper called, “Are y’all gonna fuck in the forecourt? You probably shouldn’t. That bitch across the street would have a conniption.”

I giggled.

“I fucking hate her,” he grumbled as he pulled away.

The woman across the street was also one of Webber’s conquests. Though she happened way before me.

She owned a coffee shop and it was directly across the road from Webb’s.

Webber used to go over there all the time, and after his divorce, the woman made her move.

They spent a few weeks together scratching an itch, according to Chevy, and he broke it off with her.

The woman hadn’t taken it well and had made it her life’s mission to make Webber’s life miserable.

“You sure know how to pick them,” I teased. “Can’t wait to hear how Devney acts.”

“You’ll be able to have a firsthand accounting,” he said. “Because I plan to be spending a lot of time with you.”

I frowned. “I work nights.”

“You can trade shifts and you know it,” he countered. “If you working nights was an issue for me. Which it’s not.”

“I can,” I agreed as he caught my hand and led me to his bike. “But I like working nights. They’re peaceful. Less stressful. And I don’t have to deal with people who can’t figure out that their computer is just unplugged.”

He snorted. “I’m sure you still get your share of bullshit on the night shift.”

I did.

He was right.

But…

“I like working in less complicated environments,” I pointed out. “I’m sorry, but I won’t be switching up my shifts any time soon.”

He sighed. “I guess I’ll have to make it work. You only work three nights a week anyway.”

That was true.

As promised, he strapped my bag down well to his bike, then swung his leg over the powerful machine.

What was also powerful was that thick thigh encased in tight, worn jeans that really made his thighs and ass look amazing.

I’d never been a thigh person before.

At least, not until I met Webber.

His thighs were as thick as my waist.

He could crush me with them if he wanted to…

“Hop on, baby girl.” He held out his hand. “Or are you scared?”

I snorted. “I’m not scared. I’m justifiably cautious.”

I’d only been on the back of a bike once before with Piers and that was only a very short ride.

I’d had the offers in the past, but I hadn’t taken anyone up on them because riding made me nervous.

That nervousness wasn’t there when I took his hand and planted my ass on the seat behind him.

“Justifiably cautious,” he said as he paused. “Hold on. Be right back.”

I frowned as he got off the bike and headed inside.

He came back out a few moments later with a leather jacket that looked to be brand new and a helmet that had me smiling wide.

It was bright pink with white daisies.

The leather jacket that he brought with him looked great, and I raised a brow when he got to me and pulled the tags off.

“Where’d those come from?” I asked warily.

He gritted his teeth and replied, “Figured if I could ever get you on the back of my bike, I’d be prepared.”

When he got the jacket and helmet into place, he walked the plain black helmet he was going to let me use back to the office, then snatched up his own helmet and pulled it on.

I loved how all of the Truth Tellers were so cautious about their safety.

I had a suspicion there was a very good reason for the precautions, but I chose not to ask because I was already wary about riding a motorcycle.

Though, that wariness was easing when Webber got back onto the bike in front of me and pulled me in close.

“Hold on tight,” he ordered.

I scooted close, ignored how damn hot I was, and plastered my body to Webber’s.

The ride was less than ten minutes, and by the time that I was pulling my body away from Webber’s I was damn near roasting.

July in Texas was no joke, and adding leather and a helmet to the mix was making me feel like I was cooking.

When we pulled to a stop in front of Slow Roll, I hastily took off the jacket. “I think I might be slowly suffocating.”

He chuckled. “You’ll learn to deal.”

I had a feeling that I would be.

“Dad!”

I looked over in time to see Eedie coming out of the Cookie Explosion.

I grinned. “Preparing?”

“Getting some food for the entertainment,” she countered.

“They don’t let you eat inside, Scout.” Webber messed up Eedie’s hair, causing her to growl.

“Dad, my hair!” she hissed. “Do you know how long it took me to get this perfect slick back ponytail?”

My lips twitched.

Was I ever that bad as a teenager?

“Just FYI,” I mused. “Look at my hair now and then look at it when I’m done.”

Eedie’s brows rose. “I can’t wait.”

Forty-five minutes later, I was a sweaty, tired mess.

“That. Was. Fantastic!” Eedie said excitedly.

I’d sparred with Shaw for the last thirty minutes, and needless to say, I think we had Eedie hooked. I could hear her chattering with excitement to her dad and grandmother despite trying to pay attention to what I was doing.

It was hard not to focus on what was going on at the benches at the side of the room because of one particular person that always demanded my attention.

Not that he knew he did it.

He probably would’ve left if he knew how distracting he was for me.

But, since I was sparring with Shaw, and I knew she wasn’t going to hurt me, I allowed myself the satisfaction of having Webber near.

“You want to try?” Shaw asked.

Eedie’s eyes widened. “Oh, yeah.”

Shaw eyed Eedie’s Lululemon outfit and nodded. “Come on out here.”

Shaw showed her a few moves, and Eedie was practically bouncing on her feet as she performed some of the movements.

“Dad, come over here and try to get me out of this stance,” Eedie ordered.

Webber, who’d been doing a hot-guy lean against the back wall talking quietly to Shaw’s dad, pointed out, “Honey, I can get you on the floor in two seconds flat. And that’s not even because I have experience in martial arts.

You’re just a little bit of a thing, and that would take literally nothing to get you on the mats. ”

Eedie narrowed her eyes, and I had to cover my mouth because that glare was definitely patented by the elder Webb.

“Father.” Eedie pointed at the mat. “Come here and show me your moves.”

Webber rolled his eyes and kicked off his boots before he got onto the mat.

Castle chuckled as he watched Webber walk in his white socks across the mats toward his daughter.

“Show me,” she ordered. “This feels really sturdy.”

Webber studied her for a second, sighed, and then did a complicated movement that even I didn’t have mastered yet.

One second Eedie was standing, and the next Eedie was on the ground laughing her ass off with her dad holding her in a hold that was impossible to get out of.

“Okay, okay.” Eedie never stopped giggling. “You’ve proven you’re the big bad biker dad, and I’m the weenie teen girl.”

Castle walked up then, his arms crossed over his chest, and said, “It may seem daunting right now, but give us six months, and you might be able to do something other than lie there and wait for him to let you go.”

“Ohhh, like what? What would you have had me do in that situation?” Eedie bounced on her butt when her dad let her up.

“Silver, since you’re more Eedie’s size, come over here and lie on the ground,” Castle ordered.

I felt my face flame, but no way was I going to not do this. This was my every dream, having Webber pinning me to the ground.

So it was in a dojo, with plenty of people watching on…I’d take what I could get.

I crawled across the floor instead of standing up, and I shit you not, Webber’s eyes flared.

I bit my lip and looked away from the intense stare he was giving me, my eyes staring at Webber’s thighs.

My god, I wanted to feel the power of those thighs…

“Okay, on your belly like Eedie was,” Castle urged.

I lay down flat on my belly, my arms up high over my head, and nearly groaned when he lay over the top of me, pinning me to the ground like he’d had Eedie minutes before.

Only, this time it wasn’t anyway near the same as it’d been for Eedie.

This felt charged.

Electricity zinged through my veins as Castle spoke, and I tried to remember how to breathe.

“Okay, do what you can, Sil,” Castle ordered.

I did, because I was trying to help Eedie learn.

I gave it everything I had and accomplished nothing but finding myself in different holds—him being the dominator of the game.

“Well, hmmm,” Eedie said. “I thought you said she could get out?”

“Webber, act like you know nothing about what you’re doing,” Castle said. “Just pretend like you’re a normal person that knows the basics.”

Webber’s hold changed, turning from assured and confident to lazy and uncoordinated.

I had Webber on his back in seconds, my body wrapped around his arm, my feet in his armpits, and him in a general hold that most anybody could do.

Webber tapped out because if he didn’t, I’d be popping his shoulder out of its socket, and laughed.

“Okay, that was cool. When can I start?” Eedie asked.

“Why didn’t you start her when she was a baby, Webber?” Shaw grumbled. “We have classes.”

“My mother,” Eedie groaned as Webber said, “Elizabeth.”

I got to my feet, dusting myself off as I did, and tried not to think about how close Webber was to me.

But it was damn near impossible to ignore the big man, no matter how hard I tried.