Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(31)

I pick up my glass from the coffee table in front of me and take a sip. “Duly noted.”

“So what the hell is going on with you and Arrow?” she asks.

I look down into my drink, which has suddenly become very interesting. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Really,” she purrs. “The sexual tension is so high even I’m getting turned on.”

I choke on my drink, orange and vodka dripping down my chin.

“Sexy.” She smirks as I wipe it away with the back of my hand.

“Arrow is Arrow,” I say, sighing.

“That he is,” she says, giving me an inquisitive look. “I love him like he is my own brother, you know, but even I know his flaws. However, he has a heart of gold and a reason for being like he is. He used to be a lot more easygoing. When I first met him, sure, he had his grumpy side, but he was also quick to joke and put up with all my shit.”

Interested, I lean forward and gesture for her to continue.

“Mary,” she whispers. “She was a good friend of mine, and Arrow’s woman. The men went on a run and she was shot when another MC broke into the compound.”

My eyes widen. “So when they say dangerous, they aren’t f*cking around.”

“I know,” she says. “Anyway, Arrow took that on himself, and he’s been miserable ever since. Except . . . when he’s around you.”

I put my hand up. “Don’t read into that. He’s been clear as crystal about where the two of us stand. And let’s not forget Jill.”

“I can’t pretend to know what goes through his head, but I know that since Mary I haven’t seen him have any interest in another woman—”

“Except for sex.”

She cringes. “Well, yeah. When I saw him with you it was like you breathed the life back into him. It was a good thing to see.”

“So he loved Mary?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

She nods, a sad look taking over her expression. “There’s no one who didn’t love Mary. She was kind, sweet, and gentle. How she ended up with a biker like Arrow I never knew, but she was all things good in the world.”

I bite the inside of my cheek. I could never compare to that, and I shouldn’t be expected to. It’s obvious that Arrow isn’t the man for me. If only I could curb this stupid attraction I have for him. It’s bad enough he’s hooking up with random skanks every night—competing with the ghost of his ex-lover is not something I want to do. I’m sorry for his loss; in fact, I wish he still had Mary. Arrow deserves to be happy; I’d want that for him.

“Why are you telling me this?” I ask her.

She wrings her hands. “I think you’ll be good for him. I think that he wants you but is fighting it. He’s letting the past control his future. He’s not letting himself be happy because of the guilt and pain he’s still carrying over Mary’s death.”

Why does he feel guilt, I have to wonder. It wasn’t his fault. His lifestyle is a dangerous one, and I’m sure Mary knew that. Maybe because he couldn’t protect her . . . Yeah, I could see a man like Arrow being guilty over that. He’s probably carrying a whole lot of shit on his shoulders.

“Why do they call him Arrow?” I ask, changing the subject. I don’t need to wonder how Arrow’s mind works. What I need to do is forget about anything to do with him. If only it were that easy.

She laughs. Hard. “I remember one morning I walked out into the kitchen and he was standing there, cooking breakfast butt naked. I was horrified. He turned around, smiling and cheerful, like there was nothing wrong with his nudity. Then I looked down and saw his . . .”

She trails off, blushing.

“Penis,” I offer.

“Yes,” she says. “His penis, and it was huge. Long, straight, thick, and aimed right at me, like it was pointing at its next victim or something.”

“Like an arrow,” I surmise.

“Yes.” She giggles. “Like an arrow.”

We both break out in a fit of laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Arrow asks as he enters the room, taking a seat and looking from Faye to me.

“Nothing,” we say at the same time.

He raises an eyebrow at us and says, “I knew the two of you together would be trouble.”

“Trouble? No idea what you’re talking about,” Faye replies, innocently staring down at her manicure.

“We were just talking about—”

Faye raises her eyes to me and we start laughing again.

Arrow shakes his head. “Spill it now. Look at the two of you, giggling like f*ckin’ teenagers.”

I sober. “Faye was just telling me why she thinks everyone calls you Arrow.”

I look down at his crotch for emphasis.

Arrow’s eyes crinkle. “You both talkin’ ’bout my cock?”

Faye gasps. “Don’t let Dex hear you say that.”

“It’s the truth,” Arrow scoffs.

“I was just telling her the story,” Faye says, smirking. “Good times.”

“Anna?” Arrow growls.

Oh, shit, I was still staring at his crotch.

“Yes?” I reply sweetly, my expression a picture of innocence.