Loving Me, Trusting You(38)

“You are such a stupid f*ck,” Beck cackles as he catches sight of a young girl seated alone at one of the tables in the hotel restaurant. He licks his lips, but doesn't leave my side. Beck might be a slut, but at least he knows it's work first and screw later. “How the hell did you manage to get caught?” He chuckles again and keeps pace with me until he spots Melissa. I don't know what's going on between them, but when Beck's eyes catch on her, he changes. Now, I've been told that Beck Evans only has three emotions: horny, happy, and pissed the f*ck off. But the way his green eyes dull and his hands clench at his sides, I'd have to bet that there's something else in there. Could be sadness maybe, or disappointment, I'm not sure. I let it go. I can only handle one problem at a time. After I figure out what's going on between Mireya and me, I'll see what I can do for Beck.

I wait in the lobby while everybody gets checked in, making sure I've got enough weapons to take down an army. No chances. I won't risk anything at this point in my life. I am this friggin' close to having the woman of my dreams and nobody is going to take that shit from me.

I sigh and lean against the wall, putting my cigarette out when I see I'm starting to gather glares, and watch as Christy follows Mireya like a lost puppy. She rode in on the back of her bike, clinging to her like her life damn near depended on it. And maybe it did. Mireya's new ride is a little worse for wear or at least it looks it. I don't have half the knowledge that woman does, so I guess I should hold my tongue, but when she starts the f*cking thing, it's like a cannon going off. It's loud as shit and rattles like a bag of marbles. I get that she didn't want to be seen riding around in something better fit for a dollhouse than a highway, but why the clunker? Girl is a mystery to me.

“It'll be alright, you know?” Kimmi says, coming up from behind me and wrapping her fingers around my bicep with a sigh. She rests her head on my arm and I watch as her silver and green earrings sparkle in the afternoon sunshine.

“You broke up with Margot, didn't you?” I ask. Don't know why I even bother. It's blindingly obvious that she's not interested in the girl anymore. Kimmi goes through girlfriends the way some people go through toothbrushes. All's fine and dandy in the beginning, but after awhile, it just don't work the same anymore. Can't say I get it, but that's Kimmi Reynolds for you. I imagine that she's just never met anyone that makes her feel the way I do about Mireya.

She groans and turns her head, so that her forehead is resting against my sweaty skin. Kimmi and I are close; she's just one of the guys now. Better even because I get a woman's perspective on being with women. Pretty f*cking handy.

“I just can't seem to get Basil out of my mind.”

“Mint,” I correct, thinking of that wisp of a girl that seemed to have stolen Kimmi's heart. Or at least she pretends she did. It was probably the closest she'd ever gotten to real love, but it wasn't quite there. If it was, she'd remember the woman's name. “But I don't think that's it. You've been checking out the new girl, everybody sees it.” Kimmi rolls her eyes and stands up, taking a quick glance around the room before reaching into her shirt and adjusting her tits, making sure they bulge up out the top of her shirt like muffins.

“Chrissy?” she asks, and I shake my head with a sigh, brushing back some dark hair that's fallen in my face. It's getting a little long in the front, probably time to get it cut again.

“It's Christy,” I correct, but Kimmi's already got her eye wandering, scoping out Triple M members first and then when they move away, focusing on some of the other guests. Nobody here seems that interested in our leather jackets or her skintight pants, our tats or our piercings. Doubt she's going to find anyone here to take back to her room.

“Whatever,” she says, reaching up to adjust her ruby red waves, sliding her fingers through the strands and fluffing out her helmet hair. “She's cute, but I don't know. Kind of young.”

“And virginal,” I add. She smiles with lips covered in pearl pink lipstick.

“And a little of that, too.” She watches Amy and Austin as they disappear into the elevator and grins. “I wouldn't be willing to take on such a massive task. I don't know about you, but it sounds like a lot of work to me. The sex later might be good, but the first couple dozen times are going to be shit.” Kimmi pulls a cigarette out from between her damn tits and lights up, tossing me a wink along with her words.

“I don't know,” I tell her honestly, glancing around the lobby and finding no trace of Mireya. Not that I'm looking for her specifically. Yeah, f*cking right, Gaine. You stalker piece of shit. Get your head back on your shoulders and knock it the hell off. “I guess if you love somebody, you'll do anything for 'em, no matter how distasteful it might seem to you at first. When you've got them in your arms, you know you'll do whatever it takes to keep them there.” I shrug. “So I guess being a virgin doesn't seem like that big of a deal to me.” My friend laughs, her voice loud and raucous and echoing, bouncing around the quiet whisper of the room like thunder.

“You are a dying breed, my friend,” she says as she fingers the massive necklace hanging around her throat. It looks like a miniature chandelier to me, but then, what do I know about jewelry? Unconsciously, my hand travels to my back pocket, to the tiny sliver of metal wrapped in tissue. Fuck. I don't make any move to grab it. I'm the only one that knows about it at this point. If Kimmi were to find out, I'd never hear the end of it. And Beck? Not even an option.