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I was just closing my eyes, my long night having caught up with me, when the front door slammed open, and Flicker roared out my name.

I sighed, wondering what the hell I’d done now.

Prying myself off the couch, I padded to the front entry and stared at him, trying to figure out why he looked both furious and ready to sneak me out of the country.

What the hell was going on? Big brother looked almost panicked.

“You slept with fucking Ryker Storme?” Flicker said.

“We didn’t exactly exchange last names,” I said, flipping my hair over my shoulder. “But yeah, the guy I spent the night with was named Ryker. How did you even find out? More of your crew spying on me?”

“He’s here,” Flicker said, his voice dropping.

“And had he not been talking about the hot piece of ass with a swan feather on her hip in metallic ink, I’d have never known it was you.

But no one else in this fucking town has that tattoo.

Hell, Zipper is the only one within a hundred miles who will mess with those inks. ”

“I’ll bite. Who is Ryker Storme? Must be someone important for you to damn near have a coronary because I spent the night in his bed.”

“Ever heard of Trent Storme?” Flicker asked.

I shrugged. The name was familiar. I thought about it a minute before the name clicked into place. “The President of the Hades Abyss MC?”

“Yeah. Ryker Storme is Trent’s son. You just fucked the prince of the Hades Abyss MC.

Do you know how much shit this could bring to our door?

” Flicker asked. “Every guy in that meeting knew exactly who Ryker was talking about. It’s no secret that you have that silver feather on your hip.

Who the hell else but you would get something like that around here?

Zipper inks more butterflies and panthers than anything.

Not to mention I really didn’t need to hear about how tight my sister’s pussy is. ”

I winced and commiserated with him. Yeah, just like I didn’t like hearing about how big his dick was when the club sluts started talking.

“It’s a little late to change things now. I don’t have a time machine,” I said. I honestly didn’t know what he wanted me to do about it. Even if I could change things, I wouldn’t. Being with Ryker had been beyond amazing.

“He’s only here for a week, checking things out. Torch wants to reach an agreement with Trent Storme. We can always use more allies. The club talked things over after Ryker left, and we want you to lay low until Ryker leaves. Maybe you should stay somewhere else.”

I rolled my eyes. Yeah, because I had so many options.

If I’d ever had somewhere to go, did he honestly think I’d have moved in with him indefinitely?

He wouldn’t let me work, so I had no income for my own place, and the only friends I had were here at the compound.

I’d ditched my high school friends when it became apparent they were only hanging out with me to drool over the bikers in my life.

“I’ll just stick close to home. But you’re going to have to restock the kitchen if you don’t want me leaving the house. I’d starve to death before morning.”

“Fine,” Flicker said. “I’m hoping no one opens their damn mouth about who you really are. With some luck, Ryker will lose himself in alcohol and club pussy. Maybe he won’t even remember you in a few days.”

That hurt. A lot. And for some reason, I didn’t like the thought of him spending time with the club sluts.

I had no claim on him, and I knew it, but I’d felt special when I was with him last night.

Then again, if he was bragging about me to my brother and the other Dixie Reapers, I was likely just another piece of ass to him.

That’s probably all I’d ever be to anyone.

Who would want to settle down with Flicker’s sister?

He was the treasurer for the Dixie Reapers, and if anything ever happened to me, he’d wreak havoc and start kicking ass.

Most of the time when a guy paid attention to me, I had to wonder if he was trying to find an in with Flicker and the club.

It’s why Ryker had been perfect. I’d figured a complete stranger was a safe bet for some no strings fun.

“I’ll stay here,” I promised my brother. “He’ll never know I’m here.”

“See that it stays that way.”

Flicker shook his head and disappeared out the front door.

It suddenly felt like the weight of the world had settled on my shoulders.

I had the most incredible night of my life and still managed to fuck things up.

Sometimes I wondered if Flicker would be better off if I did take off, just vanished one day for parts unknown.

He was always bailing me out of trouble, usually brought on by too much drinking.

I’d been detained more than once for drunk and disorderly, and there was the time I spray-painted the high school, or the time I TP’d the principal’s house my senior year.

Yeah, I hadn’t been an angel. There were times I wondered why he even let me stay here.

Feeling sorry for myself, I went back to the living room and flopped onto the couch.

So much for going to the doctor. I figured something like this would be time sensitive, not that I’ve ever had to research STDs before.

I’d just wait out Ryker and hope he hadn’t given me anything that couldn’t be easily cured.

On the plus side, I could make a dent in my to-be-read pile.

I probably had over two hundred books on my Kindle I hadn’t had a chance to read yet.

See, silver lining. I’d just find me an awesome book boyfriend, and then I’d be like, Ryker who ?