Loving Me, Trusting You(32)

My orgasm builds again, climbing to a crescendo of wild ferocity that finally pulls that unwilling screech from my throat. I scrape my nails along the cement wall and listen to Gaine as he comes, shuddering inside of me and grabbing tight enough that his fingertips gouge my skin and draw just the slightest hint of blood. A few more slams of his hips and I'm going, too, falling off the deep end and drowning in wave after wave of mind numbing pleasure that I can't escape from.

When he steps back, when he finally pulls away, I'm a wreck, in tears that I can't explain, stumbling away and fixing my pants before I'm caught with … well, with my pants down.

When the salesman finally stumbles into the room with a wincing Amy at his heels, I'm smiling again, and it isn't pretty, more a grimace than anything else.

“I'll take this, please,” I say, pointing at the bike, and for all the world determined that I am not going to be looking at Gaine f*cking Kelley.





I ride my new bike back to the hotel while Gaine and the girls walk. I don't go too far though, just in case. You never know what kind of shit can go down at dusk. Everyone always worries about what's going to happen after dark, but not me. The real badasses, the bad guys you want to stay away from, they come out when the sky is still light enough to see, but just dark enough that it casts shadows. People expect bad in the dark; I expect worse at twilight.

My new ride's a piece of shit, for sure, but I'm confident I can fix it up on the road. I've done it before. It isn't easy, but I can make it happen. It's all about knowing people, about understanding how to get your way when you need a favor. I get guys to let me in their shops all the time, and I never have to suck a single dick. Not that I would, of course. But some might.

“How's it ride?” Gaine asks when I pull into the garage and park. I'm sure he can tell from the frown on my face that it wasn't great. At least half the expression's for him, but he probably doesn't know that yet. I swipe some hair over my shoulder and sigh.

“It's not my Bonneville, but it works.” I pause and look over at Amy and Christy. They're holding hands which I think is a little weird, a little juvenile, but whatever. I try not to pay them too much attention. “It's going to need some work, but nothing I can't handle.” He tries to smile at me, turning up those ridiculously perfect lips into a grin. I ignore him. “Let's go back to the room. I need a shower.” Amy giggles, and I toss her a searing glance.

“I'll bet,” she says, but that's it. She tries to smile at me, too, but I'm not into making friends with girls who steal my exes, so there. I move away before anyone else can talk to me and Gaine follows, trying to throw me soft smiles and knowing looks.

“It was just a f*ck, Gaine,” I tell him before he starts to think otherwise. I mean, it's not like anal sex has been or ever will be considered the height of romance for God's sake. His smile falters a little, but it doesn't stop him from following me, dragging Amy and Christy along in our wake.

“When are you going to stop kidding yourself, Mireya. You and me, we're meant for each other.” I wrinkle my nose and nearly have a friggin' heart attack when Beck's laughter bursts out from behind the lobby door. He pushes off the wall and stalks towards us with a rictus grin spread across his ugly face. “What the f*ck do you want?” I snap at him, continuing on my way to the elevator. I don't care if I'm babysitting or not, I'm going to do what I want to do, everyone else be damned. If Amy and Christy don't like it, they can go to hell.

“Just wanted to let you know I'm on watch right now, and we ain't seen nothing to worry about yet.” My shoulders get tight and my mouth purses. I saw the Triple M'ers hanging outside the parking garage. That was all the reminder I needed. We're being hunted. My skin goes cold and my heart starts to beat an irregular rhythm. This isn't how it should be. We should be chasing them, not the other way around. They're the ones who should be suffering right now, looking over their shoulders, not knowing when it's going to come, but knowing that it will. Eventually.

I hit the button on the elevators with a jab of my thumb and cross my arms over my chest.

“Yet is the word of the day, isn't it?” I growl, fingers clenching tight, dragging my nails across my skin. “But don't you worry your pretty little red head about that. They'll be here. Those idiots would follow Tray to the moon and back.” And that's why it hurt so much, his betrayal. I trusted him. He had full control, complete and full control. I squeeze my eyes closed and flick them over, making sure that I'm wearing a mask over my emotions. The last thing I need is Gaine to look me in the eyes and know what I'm thinking about. I don't want his sympathy. I don't want anyone's sympathy. “So stop flirting with the desk clerk and keep your f*cking eyes out.” I slide into the elevator and let the doors slam shut before anyone can follow me.

I hear Gaine call out just before the metal cuts us off from one another, but I don't care. I need a moment to myself.

Bested by Crows is going to come, and they're going to get theirs, even if I have to take out everybody in the MC. From the *s that betrayed me to the women that watched, I'll drag them all to the depths of hell and leave them to rot. If, if, there's anyone worth saving, then so be it, but she better be willing to step up her game.