Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(29)

“No!” I snarled, shaking my head.

Holding the bone between my teeth, no different than my dog, I pushed my fingers deep into the muddy walls of the pit where I could find the wooden boards. They were rotten and dirty but they held a man up. I climbed through the slippery shit with brute force, one push at a time, hauling myself over the ledge about two minutes later.

I ignored the hands my brothers held out. The bone plopped outta my mouth and the big dog started growling, staring at me all covered in mud.

“Shit, Veep, you okay?” Firefly asked, shaking his head.

“We've gotta get a f*ckin' gate around that thing,” I said, standing, shaking off the muck clinging to my jeans.

Picking up the bone, I carried it over to my dog and took him off his chain. He plucked it up in his mouth as we made our way through the clubhouse, heading for my room.

Time to go. I'd drop Bingo off and then hit the showers, blast all this crap away, before I hit the bottle or my bike.

Didn't know about the order just yet. Shit, maybe I'd ride into town, check out the new skin shop, the Ruby Heel. The girls there were easy, desperate to suck the cock of any man wearing this patch.

Probably thought it'd bring 'em more money than what they got in tips at our joint. Or maybe they just got wet for any man with a bike, a cut, and a dick between his legs that could f*ck them to high heaven.

I stopped by the sink near the back, jerking the bone outta the wolfhound's mouth one more time. Rinsed that shit off before I gave it back to him, stroking his head. “Savor the f*ckin' flavor, wolfie. Took a little detour through hell to bring it home. You're welcome.”

He looked up, wagging his tail. Bingo whined through his clenched teeth, snug around the bone. We walked into my room and I left him by his bed, gently closing the door behind me.

Skin stood at the end of the hall, looking at me like he'd just seen a ghost. “Christ, Veep, what the f*ck happened to you?”

“Just a spill,” I said, wondering why the f*ck the universe was conspiring to keep me dirty. “What's your deal?”

“You've got a visitor.” His smile jerked up, following the scar going across his cheek, and I sure as hell didn't like it.

“Visitor?”

“Yeah, some chick, showed up at our gate and called your name. Lion and Tin were gonna chase her away 'til she insisted she knows you.”

“Better be Honey-Bee,” I growled, thinking about the skinny little stripper with the sweet ass I'd f*cked three times the other night.

“Definitely isn't Honey-Bee, brother. Meg's been busy telling her you're bad news.”

Stopped myself just short of telling his old lady to f*ck off. Woman had no business telling her girls who they could and couldn't f*ck in this club. Would've said we'd f*cked up making her lead manager at the strip joint, but she had the business end down, better than any of us.

Besides, I really didn't need a f*ckin' fight when I was still dripping mud on the floor.

“Fuck me, Veep. You've got your hands full,” Skin said, his eyes following a clump of mud sliding off my jeans to the floor. “You want me to tell the boys to send her away?”

“Nah. I'll do it myself, jettison whoever the f*ck she is so I can clean up.” I walked past him and Skinny boy shrugged, careful to sidestep so I didn't brush my muck on him.

Rage nipped at the back of my brain. Fuck, why today? Why now with these damned disruptions?

Wanted nothing better than to hunker down in a nice, hot shower, before I decided to figure out how I'd un-f*ck my head tonight with the usual distractions.

Lion and Tin nodded at me in the garages. They still manned the gates most of the time, even though we'd made 'em full patch a couple months ago, both the wounds they'd taken in our dustup with the Torches MC healing nicely.

“She's out there, Veep,” Tin said, pointing to the shitty, rusted blue hatchback sitting by the gate.

I marched right past them, already muttering under my breath.

What the f*ck was this? Who was it? Why hadn't the bitch been smart enough to walk the f*ck away after we'd finished?

Every girl in the county oughta know by now I didn't touch the same * twice unless it was f*ckin' amazing. And it damned sure never went beyond that.

When I saw the little honey step out behind the car with her long, black hair rolling across her shoulders, my dick twitched. She held her face to the side, and I forgot all about Honey-Bee and the other bitches at the Heel, wondering if I'd found my f*ck for the night without having to leave the clubhouse.

Shit, whoever the f*ck she was, maybe I'd be giving her another ride on my bullet after all.

Then she looked at me, full frontal, and my blood turned to ice.

Summer. Fuckin'. Olivers.

Like a ghost who'd reached through the past, caught me by the throat, and slammed me against the pavement with the force of a thousand suns.

“Hi,” she said softly. Just husky enough to ring my ears. Like I needed another shot through the heart. “Uh, holy shit. What happened to you?”

I stepped up to her, my jaw clenched, trying to stop my heart from tearing out my ribs and slapping her in the face.

“What the f*ck you doing here, Summer?”

Her face soured, causing her bottom lip to stick out.

I remembered biting it. Fuck yeah, I did.