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Chapter Ten

Fuck me. I pull my ball cap off and bend the worn bill between my hands. I had to walk away from Jessika before I fucked her in the middle of the bar. She pushes my buttons in all the right ways.

I stare across the property to where the house I share with Faye sits.

Guilt claws at my chest because the last thing I want to do is face her.

She’s right. This shit with us isn’t working.

I should have cut her loose before I went to the rally.

Before I met Jessika. I’ve got to get my head on straight before I see my wife.

I return to the party. The one celebrating my brother’s release from prison.

When Gray called me to come to the kitchen, the last thing I expected was to see Dirty’s shit-eating grin waiting for me.

He had at least two more years on his sentence, but it’s good to have him back.

I spot him getting some new ink on his left shoulder courtesy of Dover’s girlfriend, Dottie.

The women are lining up to be the first to fuck him on his first night home.

He’s going to be a two-pump chump with that first taste of pussy he gets.

I grab a beer and find Jessika and my sister sitting with Foolish. Gray better watch out. He may have some competition for my sister’s heart. Not that she’d ever give the prospect the time of day.

As though she can sense I me staring at her, Jessika’s gaze finds mine. Electricity crackles between us, and I know she’s going to be the death of me if Faye doesn’t kill me first.

“You good?” Shaggy clinks his bottle of Bud against mine.

“Perfect.”

“Everyone’s happy to see Dirty. His release must have been the best kept secret.”

I know what he’s getting at. He thinks I knew and didn’t share with the club. My brother can be your best friend or your worst enemy.

“Was as shocked as the rest of you to see him walking free.”

“How’d he get out?”

“Good behavior, and Fletcher put in a word for him. He’s on probation for the remainder of his sentence.”

“Shit. What’s the chances of him keepin’ his ass in line?”

“Zero.”

“How’s Faye handling you having another woman sleeping in your bed?”

“How do you think?”

“Not great, by the looks of her.”

I follow his line of sight. My wife is wearing next to nothing. If her black leather skirt gets any shorter, every man here will be able to count her pussy hairs. Not to mention the sheer black triangles barely covering her tits. I don’t know why she bothered to wear anything at all.

She shoots me a nasty look and struts across the yard to where my brother is perched on one of the picnic tables getting his ink.

Shaggy presses a hand to my chest. “She’s doing this to get your attention.”

“Yeah, well. She’s got mine and every asshole here’s eyes on her.” I push him away and storm toward her as she makes a fucking spectacle of herself.

“Welcome home, Dirty.” She leans in and kisses him practically on the mouth.

Dirty smirks at me. My twin brother has always loved my hand-me-downs. I raise my beer at him. Faye wants to cause a scene, but I’m not playing into her bullshit. If she thinks flirting with my fresh out of jail brother is going to make me jealous, she’s dead wrong.

I grab hold of her by the back of the neck, giving her a squeeze in warning. If she keeps this shit up, I’ll choke the shit out of her and not in the way she likes it in the bedroom. She can be pissed at me all she wants, but what she won’t do is show her ass and disrespect me in front of my men.

“Nice of you to join us,” I grit in her ear, leaning in close like I’m kissing her neck. “Cut the shit, Faye. Unless you want me to punish you in front of everyone.”

“Can’t be any more embarrassing than having your new whore sleeping in our bed and riding bitch in my seat on the back of your bike,” she hisses.

Dottie pretends not to hear our conversation because she’s got some fucking decency, unlike my wife.

I haven’t told Dirty about Jessika and can tell that Faye has piqued his interest. The last thing I need is him getting into my personal business.

“Sound like I’ve missed a lot. Can’t wait for you to tell me all about it.” My brother grins, loving every second of the drama.

“Later. After I take Faye home.”

“I just got here. Dirty wants me here, don’t you?” she pouts her lips and flutters her lashes at him.

“Stay. Don’t stay. I don’t care, sweetheart. I’m going to go find some whores to party with. Pay Dottie for me, will ya, bro?”

I release Faye and hand Dottie a wad of cash. “If this doesn’t cover it, tell Cash. He’ll get you squared up.”

“Thanks, Woods.”

“Don’t mention it. Maybe I’ll bring Faye back to get the imprint of my hand on her ass after I tan it.”

Dottie laughs, and my wife glares at me. “I’m getting a drink. Or do I need your permission for that, too?”

“Depends on if you can behave.”

She rolls her eyes and storms off while Dottie calls for the next in line for new ink.

I lose track of my bitch of a wife and see my brother going off with Kiki and Gabbie.

Probably going to jack off while watching them do each other.

Good for him. He deserves some fun after being locked up.

Dirty is like a wild animal that can’t be caged.

Fuck knows anyone who has tried has gotten bitten on the hand or the ass.

“All right, ladies. Line up. It’s time for the wet t-shirt contest. Winner gets a hundred dollars,” Silo announces.

Madz blows him a kiss and is the first to step up to compete for the honor.

‘Pour Some Sugar on Me’ by Def Leppard blares from the outdoor speakers.

Silo, Poet, Cash, Dover, and Popeye line up with their buckets of water.

Madz struts her ass back and forth across the small stage we have setup for when we have live music, dressed in a pair of black booty hugging shorts and a white wife beater.

Stopping in the middle, she crooks a finger at one of them, inviting them to get her all wet.

Poet slings water all over her, making her shirt see through, leaving nothing to the imagination, including the outline of the barbells going through her nipples. The guy’s hoot and holler.

Anya is up next. Girl has hella ass for days but could be the captain of the itty-bitty titty committee. She gets a few cheers to her disappointment.

A couple of other hangarounds I don’t recall the name of take their turns.

When I see my sister and Jessika step up to take part, I grab Gray. “Call the contest. My sister isn’t showing her tits off.”

“Fuck.” He moves toward Low, but she steps onto the stage as the song changes to Cherry Pie by Warrant. Foolish grabs a bucket from Cash and gets Gray’s backside as he lifts Low over one of his shoulders.

The crowd around the stage boos and Gray grabs the mic from Silo. “Madz wins,” he yells, dropping the mic. He carries Low toward the house as she beats her fist against his ass like a damn toddler.

Madz returns to the stage to collect her winnings and flashes her tits at everyone.

Jessika walks past me, and I grab her by the hand. “Was you going to enter the contest or were you giving my sister moral support?”

“Both. I could have used the money.” She smiles, her pretty blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I’ll pay you to keep your shirt on, butterfly.”

“Don’t tell me you were jealous.”

“How about we go to my room, and you give me a private show?”

“Your wife is here.” She yanks free from my hold, and I let her go.

I’ve about had enough drama for one fucking night.

The party rages on, but I’m not in the mood to celebrate.

I grab a six-pack of ponies and walk across the field to my place.

The lights are off, so I guess Faye is back at the clubhouse.

I’m surprised she didn’t cause a bigger scene.

I sit the beer on the kitchen counter and check Henry’s food bowl to make sure the bitch at least fed him today.

A creak sounds from down the hallway.

Someone’s here.

Quietly, I open the dish towel drawer and slides open the secret panel where I keep a revolver. I listen, but don’t hear anything else until I get closer to the bedroom.

The moans start out low and grow louder with every passing second. What the fuck?

I flip on the light and what I see doesn’t really surprise me, but it sure as fuck pisses me off that it’s going down in my bed.

Dirty is in my bed with Kiki and Gabbie.

“Get your whores and take it somewhere else.”

“You gave my room away. Didn’t figure you’d mind. Unless you want me to share with that sweet piece you’ve got on the side. Gotta say, I didn’t think you had it in you. Your balls dropped, and you stopped being pussy whipped.”

I grab his jeans off the floor and throw them at him. He’s trying to provoke me, and I’m not taking the bait. He’s pissed at me because I got what he wanted. The President’s patch on my cut. It’s not my fault he fucked up, and I stepped up to the plate when Uncle Hoss could no longer ride.

“You can sleep in the guestroom on the pullout. We’ll figure out something else tomorrow, and don’t tell Faye you had them here.

I’ll never hear the end of her jaws flapping if she finds out.

And change the fucking sheets. I’m not sleeping in your fuckfest juices. They better be gone when I get back.”

He slaps Kiki on the ass, and she giggles.

Gabbie smiles at me. “You could join us.”

I don’t give her a reaction. Last place I’d stick my dick is in some skank that’s fucked every single man that’s walked through the clubhouse doors.

I grab my six-pack of ponies off the counter after putting my gun back in its hiding spot and trudge back toward the clubhouse. Jessika is sitting out front alone.

“Want to take a ride, butterfly?”

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“I’ve had worse ones.”

“Okay.”

“C’mon.” I help her up with my free hand. The second our skin touches, all I want is to feel her naked body writhing against mine like the night we first met.

I put the beer in one of my saddlebags and drive us out to one of my favorite spots at the lake. Jessika’s arms around me just feel right. I can’t stay away from her, and I don’t want to. I’m a man who goes after what he wants. Faye and anyone else be damned.

We stroll down the worn dirt path I know like the back of my hand.

The moonlight glows over the secluded beach.

Jessika smiles at me, and my fucking heart skips a beat.

She’s too damn pretty for words. Golden hair, baby doll eyes.

Sun kissed skin, peppered with light freckles that dust her shoulders.

I spread out the blanket I keep rolled up on my bike to sit on and offer her a beer.

I think we both know I didn’t bring her out here to talk. Nervous energy crackles between us as her hand rests next to mine. I brush my thumb over her knuckles.

“It’s just like you described,” she notes.

“My own slice of heaven on earth. Used to come here to swim when I was a kid. My brother, Billy, is buried up there on the ridge.”

“You must miss him a lot. Low told me about the accident. I lost my little brother, too.” She tells me how he got into their mother’s drugs, and she went to prison for his death.

“That’s fucked up. Guess we both have some childhood trauma.” I clink the neck of my bottle against hers and take a long drink.

“And we’re both cheaters.” She laughs without humor.

“Do you regret it?”

“I know I’m supposed to say I feel shit about it. I hate that being with you means hurting someone I don’t even know.”

“My wife’s a cunt. She’s doesn’t love me.”

“There’s no excuse. What we did was wrong.”

“She gave me permission to fuck other people when out on the road. Technically, I didn’t cheat. I just chose not to tell her about it. There’s nothing wrong with the way you make me feel. Nothing wrong about how sweet you smell. How good you taste.”

“Woods,” she whispers my name as if it burns her tongue.

“Look at me.” Her gaze meets mine. “You’re mine, butterfly. None of the other bullshit matters. What matters is what we both feel in here.” I press my hand to her heart and bring my mouth down on hers, hard and unforgiving.

Jessika whimpers into my mouth and I’m a goner.

So is she.

Neither of us can resist the temptation of each other.

If being with her is wrong, then I never want to be right.

There’s nothing or no one to stop us.

Tonight she’s mine.

All mine.

Her soft, velvety tongue dances with mine.

Forbidden and tantalizing.

Fuck how I need her.

I kiss her hard and deep. There’s nothing gentle with my touch tonight. My movements are fevered with desire. I rip her tank top open, exposing her perfect tits. We undress each other, me exploring her luscious curves with my fingertips, her tracing the ink on my skin with the tip of her tongue.