AveryHe was avoiding me.Not ignoring me but definitely avoiding. He kissed my cheek anytime we were in the same room, which wasn’t very often. He was polite but he couldn’t hide the distance in his eyes when he looked at me.He was gone. I could tell. Whatever he had seen in that room or thought he had seen had changed the way he felt. And it stung. It stung so much it was like a knife carving out my heart. But I couldn’t blame him. Me having a crazy psychotic ex-husband hadn’t been what he had signed up for. As long as he was there for Parker that’s all that mattered.Or at least that’s what I kept telling myself as the days passed. It was worse somehow this awkward politeness between us than anything else I had been through. And then there are the club girls. Girls who I knew I shouldn’t be jealous of that hung off his every word and touched him every chance they got. I hadn’t seen him get freaky with anyone but I wasn’t stupid. I had grown up here so I knew how things worked.
Truth Tattoos.It was time for another one. It had been time for another one for weeks. My body was covered in them, bright, colourful ones that women loved.My own personal story of violence and death.Sure they were beautiful but wasn’t death beautiful? In its own macabre way?Who was I kidding? Death wasn’t beautiful. I only told myself that so I could sleep at night. I had been telling myself that every day since I had first squeezed a trigger and ended someone’s life. Snuffed them out like a candle flame. That had been during conflict. A war where I wasn’t even sure who my enemy really was.Now I knew who they were. It was a different type of war now, sure, but it was still a battle. Of sorts anyway.Pushing open the heavy door, I scanned the large shop front. My eyes squinting. Usually, this place was a hubbub of activity. The sound of the tattoo gun filling the air with its whirl, but today it was quiet. No one sat in the chair by the window. And there was no sign of the man
Cali Drumming my fingers on the worn wood of the table by the corner, I let my eyes scan the bar around me. My eyelashes fluttering against my cheeks. The room was almost full. But then that was to be expected on a Friday night. There couldn’t be many places to party in a town like this. Maybe one or two bars at a push. And it seemed like Cooks was the place to be if you were a leather wearing biker or the women that gravitated towards them. I was neither, but I had to admit I liked the atmosphere. I enjoyed watching people I had since I was a child, and there were plenty of people to watch here. Each one of them with their own hidden story for me to untangle. I liked the mystery of it all. I had always been good at reading people ever since I was a child. It was something I prided myself on. Again I drummed my fingers on the wood just inches from my beer. He was late. Glancing at my watch, I frowned. He wasn’t just late; he was really, really late. Over an hour, to be exact.
TruthSomeone said my name, and my eyes flew open. The woman with the eager mouth instantly forgotten as just for a second, my eyes met those peeking out beneath pinky-purple curls. She looked shocked for just a second, and then she schooled her face into neutral indifference, but I knew she had seen me. My cock, still firmly in the club girls mouth, jumped and twitched. Swelling even more. She made a sound in the back of her throat that told me she thought it was for her. And I wasn’t about to tell her otherwise. No woman, even one as desperate as the one sucking me off, wanted to hear that it was another woman that had gotten you so excited. It was a sure-fire way of getting your dick bit off. And I liked my dick firmly attached.Even more so now that she was here. The bright-haired angel from earlier. I wasn’t even going to question how she knew Gemma. I didn’t really care. “You like that baby?”“Did I say you could stop…” glancing down at her. I felt myself go limp. My cock
CaliGemma was super lovely, but she sucked at being a hostess. If it hadn’t been for Gent, a name that made me smile. The same man who had been tattooing my ass, we wouldn’t have gotten back to her tiny apartment. Or she would have tried to drive, and we would have ended up wrapped around a tree or in a ditch somewhere. ”Gem?” I said her name quietly from her half-open bedroom door. In answer, she turned, snoring softly as she rolled over. It was useless. She wasn’t going to wake up. I had been trying on and off for the last half hour. Not that I could blame her. She was going to have one killer hangover when she finally opened her eyes. The girl could seriously put back shots.She couldn’t handle them, but she could put them back. Still, I couldn’t wait. I didn’t want to miss my bus. I would just have to leave without a real thank you and goodbye.,I had expected a lot of things coming here, but her kindness hadn’t been one of them. It was unexpectedly sweet. And I hated leaving
Truth“What do you want to do now?” Leaning across the table, I let my eyes flick down her body. I wanted her to be clear on what I wanted to do next, but I was going to take a leaf out of Gent’s book and be a gentleman and let her make the next move. It didn’t mean that I didn’t want her to know that my ultimate goal was to get her under me.Or on top of me.Either way was fine by me. Better than fine, actually. Even the thought made my dick twitch in my jeans.She cocked her head to the side as if she was studying me. The smallest of teasing smiles played at the corners of her mouth. “I thought you were meant to be showing me a good time?”I blew out a breath. My cheeks puffing and eyed her with new interest. She was going to keep me on my toes. I could already see it. “Oh, I would be showing you a fucking amazing time right here and now if I thought I could get away with it.” I lowered my voice, leaning over the table slightly. I crooked my finger at her. My eyes crinkled as she s
CaliHe was sweet, in a darkly dangerous way. At least he was sweet to me. Sweet and attentive. But there was another side of him, I was sure of it. A darker side that I caught glimpses of when he spoke to his friends. Truth was a very confusing man.Multifaceted, I was betting you could know him for years and not really know him at all. Not that I could ever scratch the surface. I only had until Monday. Not enough time to learn all his secrets. And I was betting there were a lot of them. “You daydreaming about me beautiful?” His fingers brushed over my arm, a feather-light touch that instantly caused goosebumps to erupt. Blinking, I turned my face up to him. A smile playing over my lips. “Sorry, I zoned out there for a minute, didn’t I?” I hadn’t heard a thing he had been saying for the last few minutes. Not one single word.“And missed all my best chat up lines.” He joked easily, and I laughed. His fingers made another pass up my arm, and I had to force myself to concentrate on hi
TruthI did need to get her out of here. And out of that tiny mini skirt. All I could think of was how round her ass had looked framed by the emerald green thong when I had first seen her. I wanted to know what underwear she was wearing tonight. Would it be a thong again or something more modest? Not that it mattered to me. I was going to take a bite out of that peachy ass no matter how she had covered it. I just had to sort out some business first.Glancing behind me, I studied her quickly. Relieved to find her exactly where I had left her. My cut at the back of her chair was a clear warning to anyone who had thought about making a move. “You doing ok there, brother?” Wicked, my brother glanced up from his pint to study me. His face was serious, but he couldn’t keep the smirk that was tugging up the corners of his mouth. “Or have you crashed and burned again?”Gent had obviously told him the story.Assholes.The pair of them. “Of course, I haven’t,” I smirked right back at him. “S