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EIGHTEEN

EVELIN

Waking up in Fire’s arms is the best feeling in the entire world. I could wake up this way for the rest of my life.

“Where you goin’?” Fire grumbles, voice husky and deep with sleep.

Last night, after our shower, Fire proceeded to erase both our minds of what had happened at the bar and when we got to the clubhouse. We moved from the shower, our bodies still wet, to the bed, where we kept at each other until we both passed out.

Well, I passed out. I don’t know for certain if he did or not, but I knew I’d fallen asleep with him still inside me, my body wrapped over him like a blanket.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” I manage to tell him.

“Come right back, it’s too damn early.”

I glance at the clock on his nightstand and shake my head. “It’s nearly one in the afternoon.”

“And?”

“It’s hardly early.”

“It is when we didn’t quit fuckin’ until five-thirty this morning,” he grunts, sounding annoyed.

“Oh, yeah,” I draw out. Our festivities flashed in my mind on replay. It’d been awesome. I wanted to do it all over again.

Moving from the bed, I ignore the sound of his phone ringing from somewhere in the room and head toward the bathroom. I do my business quickly and brush my teeth using his toothbrush. If I’d known we were going to come here rather than his place, I’d have brought mine. I wasn’t going to kiss him with morning breath—or afternoon breath, for better words.

I could hear Fire on the other side of the door talking into the phone. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but from the tone, he wasn’t thrilled.

Finishing with my teeth, I open the door. Fire’s eyes come straight to me, his phone still at his ear.

“Yeah, I’ll see ya when you get here,” Fire mutters into the phone before pulling it away from his ear.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“Will be. That was Heat. He and the others are heading back. They’ll be here in a few days.”

“Okay, so what’s wrong that you’re not okay?”

“I’ve got to meet with the Black Mark MC today for him. Scotch and two others from the club are on the way here.”

I find myself surprised by his answer. Typically, I deal with Scotch when it comes to ordering for the bar. The Black Mark MC runs a legit brewing company. Their alcohol isn’t something you can just go to stores and buy. They are exclusive, and it’s hard to get outside those they’ll deal with. Plus, they also have moonshine and not the stuff you can get in stores now. No, it’s the real stuff.

“Why is Scotch coming here?” I wonder if he tried to contact me first or if it has anything to do with the bar at all. I know the two clubs have an alliance.

“Club business, Eve,” Fire mutters and walks past me into the bathroom and closes the door without so much as looking back at me. I guess this is his way of ending the discussion.

Fine. Whatever.

Getting dressed in my jeans from last night, I search through his drawers for a T-shirt. Finding one I pull it on over my head. The shirt swallows me whole, but I don’t care. I need coffee, and I’m not waiting around for Fire to find it.

I don’t bother with shoes. One of the rules that is followed to the letter about his clubhouse is that the floors have to be cleaned daily. Shoes are just horrible, and I hate putting them on. I’m pretty sure my brother put this rule in place when he did because of me. I’d come to the clubhouse without shoes and refuse to put them on.

Making my way toward the front of the clubhouse, I try not to think about Fire meeting with Scotch. It’s not that there’s anything to hide, but Scotch’s made it known he wouldn’t mind me joining him in his bed. He’s a major flirt and has no trouble voicing his thoughts. There were a few times I’d been tempted. Mostly because I was tired of seeing Fire with other women, it hurt if I’m being honest. Regardless, I didn’t take Scotch up on his offer because I knew he wasn’t Fire.

Moving behind the bar, I find the coffee pot still on. Hopefully, the coffee was fresh, and I wouldn’t have to wait to make some more. I didn’t think I could do that.

I barely get the coffee into a mug and lift it to my lips before it happens.

“You know he’s just playing with you, right? He’s not going to settle down with a girl who can’t appease a man like him,” Chellie voices her opinion with a smirk playing on her lips. Behind her, Janie and Same were standing, listening, sizing me up. I never understood why anyone would be okay with being named something as ridiculous as Same. Why? It’s the stupidest name there is. What is it? Her shit’s the same as everyone else’s, so it’s not like she’s anything special. I don’t get it. I know it’s not her real name.

“Whatever you think, Chellie, go right ahead and think it,” I tell her and take a sip of my coffee. Thank you, it’s fresh. Lowering the mug, I say, “Just do your thinking without putting your skanky lips on my man.”

“But is he actually your man?” Same asks, eyebrow cocked. “Do you really think he’s just yours? That man doesn’t claim women. I mean, where is here now?”

I wasn’t going to let them patronize me or goad me into doing something that would get my ass in trouble. Heat didn’t mind violence, but he wasn’t for anyone beating on the horas . I’m sure if I explained myself, he’d understand. Then again, he’d chastise me for allowing myself to be goaded into a fight in the first place.

“Go find someone else to bother,” I mutter and lift my coffee to my lips.

“Maybe we will.” Janie giggles. “We could always go join Kaley. I’m sure by now she’s riding Fire’s cock.”

Chellie and Same both laugh right along with her, as if what she said was the most hilarious thing in the world.

I don’t let them see that they scored a mark. I do that, and they win. Anyway, I refuse to believe them anyway.

Doing my best to ignore the three fowl skank hoes, I move around the bar and take a seat on one of the stools. A few moments later, I struggle with believing them when Fire steps out of the mouth of the hall, Kaley not far behind him, a wicked smirk playing on her lips.

Fire moves straight to me, hand going in my hair, tilts my head back, and kisses me deeply. I hate myself for wondering if he’d just been with Kaley and had his mouth on her. My stomach churns, and I struggle to keep from demanding if he did something after I left his room. However, I ask him, it’ll show I don’t trust him, and I’ve always trusted him. Never has he lied to me. I can’t stop believing in that now. If I do, it won’t just hurt me. It’ll break me in a way I would never be able to come back from.