Riding Him (Ghost Riders MC #5)(5)
I heard my parents got the news a few days after they came back and found the letter on my bed. From what one of my friends said, they called the police and tried to get me to come home. They’d said the military had kidnapped me. But I was already halfway through basic, and was killing myself to stay in. I knew I didn’t want to go back to that lifestyle, and this was my ticket out.
I’d never worked so hard in my life, and soon I started to keep up with the guys around me. I met Savage and Pres, and we became the best in our class. I was tested for intel and scored through the roof. The rest is history. I did my tours with the Marines and got out after Savage got hurt. My parents are still *s about my decision and are, needless to say, quite disappointed in the path I took. My mom is even less excited about my tattoos and hair, but I stopped caring the day I stopped using their money. I took what little I made in the military and invested it. I ended up making a shit ton and invested the rest of the guys’ money for them, too. The last thing we wanted to worry about was paying our bills while serving our country, so we played it smart, and it paid off.
Now I just game online and do the occasional hack when it benefits the club. General Rogue was more like a dad to me than my own father, giving me advice during my career and even now that I’m out. I got him playing World of Warcraft after he retired, and now I get emails at least once a week shit-talking me. Life was good and exactly how I wanted it, until Violent Violet walked in the club looking for a cut. Looking to put my life into chaos.
Violet reads people well, and while that should be an asset to the club, I don’t like the thought of her reading anyone but me. I’ve never been selfish when it came to women, never really cared who they went to when we were done. It’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman, and maybe that’s why I’m all worked up about her. The fact that I can’t seem to get her off my mind has to be because I haven’t f*cked anything but my hand since the first time I saw her with Casper.
As I sit here now, inches from her, and try not to be impressed by her knife work, I inhale through my nose, just wanting another smell of her sweetness. I want to fall down on my knees and worship her body, but I kind of want to fire her up at the same time. Get her all worked up like I am. I want to replace the indifference she has on her face right now with something more. She can hold her own, I see that now. But can she do it while her knees are weak?
“Who gave you the road name Violent Violet?” I lean into her space so our lips are almost touching, and I can feel her breath against me. “From where I’m sitting, you look like a sweet little thing just waiting for a man to take you down.”
Her cheeks heat, and I give her a cocky smile, liking that I got some emotion from her. Then the pain hits me. I cry out and double over, hitting the floor hard. The last thing I see before I black out is her combat boot stepping over me while I lie there in agony.
I can’t believe she kneed me in the balls.
3
Knox
“You awake, pretty boy?”
I groan at the sound of Casper’s voice and feel like I’m going to vomit. The pain isn’t as bad as it was, but damn, it hurts all over, not just the place she kneed me.
“Goddamn, she got you good.” She laughs like the devil. She’s f*cking proud of her.
Pushing up a little, I look around the room, waiting for all the guys to give me shit, but really I’m searching for Violet. “What happened?” I feel a surge of panic when I don’t see her or anyone else.
“Basically, Violet kneeing you in the balls got her in the club. We were voting her in, no matter what, but you being passed out on the ground was really like the icing on the cake. The guys gave her the cut. She’s a prospect. Pres took her into the office for a quick meeting, and I said I’d wait around for you to wake up and find your dick.”
I sit up on the floor and put my hands between my legs. “Goddamn, Casper. Get your keys. You’re going to have to take me to your house.”
“Why?” she asks, a real look of concern crossing her face.
“I need to find a dress. I think she made me a woman,” I grunt, getting to my feet.
Cas laughs and pats me on the back. “Guess that’s what bikers do when they can’t pull pigtails on the playground anymore.”
“What the f*ck is that supposed to mean?” I take a few steps, making sure my dick is still attached.
“It means you two need to just f*ck already and get it over with. But don’t tell Vincent I said that.” She points her finger at me and gives me a look of death. Then she looks around the room like he might possibly have heard her.
I don’t say anything in response, mostly because I’m not sure my dick could f*ck anything ever again. But goddamn, does that little thing turn me on. My cock twitches with the thought of her, and I’m happy he’s not completely useless.
“Come on, Scribe. Pres wants to talk to you in his office when you think you can see straight.”
The look on Casper’s face is far too happy about my injury, but I can’t really hate her for it. I’d laugh my ass off if one of the guys got kneed in the balls by Violet. But then I get angry thinking about her knee anywhere near them and shake that thought off. Goddamn it, I’m developing a split personality disorder with her.