Summer 1998Not many things scared Roni Walker. In fact, the list of things that would was very short. Five, tops. Number one? Falling in love. Number two? Falling in love with Rooster Hancock.Damned if she hadn't just broken both rules one and two. An instance of drunken debauchery with her little brother's best friend and she was done for. It'd been stupid and the worst mistake of her life up to this point."Roni, I'm sorry," she heard him yelling as he beat on the door.He was sorry? Sorry he'd made her look like such a dumbass? Or sorry he'd lied to her in the first place? She'd show him. She'd go to this party, find the first guy who paid her any attention, and let him have a piece."Fuck off, Rooster!" she screamed through the wood that bent with every beat of his fist."Fine," she heard the anger in his voice. "You get whatever you fuckin' deserve."Roni shook her head, coming out of the flashback. That night had changed their lives drastically. By the end of the
Roni put off going inside the clubhouse for as long as she could. It wasn't until she saw Jagger, B, and Layne pull up that she started making her way towards it. She wouldn't easily be able to explain why she was standing outside playing on her cell phone if they asked. She'd never been the type to be obsessed or engrossed with it. It wasn't an extension of her arm, like it was for other people."About time you came inside," Denise teased as she made her way to the kitchen. Denise was the only person that she'd told about her birthday ride with Rooster."Laugh it up," she told her sister-in-law. "Do you need help in here? Please tell me you need help in here.""You're going to have to talk to him at some point, Roni." Denise shook her head. "You can't keep avoiding him forever.""Yes, I can." Her tone was adamant. She'd done it successfully for over four months. There was no reason she couldn't continue to do so."No really, you can't. I heard him and Liam talking the other
The sun had finally set and, with it, the heat of the day had receded. July in Kentucky was usually hot and muggy, but they'd been blessed this summer that it'd been one of the coolest on record. It was comfortable enough that they actually had a bonfire going. Roni sat in the corner, nursing a glass of strawberry margarita that Bianca had given her at some point. She wasn't in the mood to drink tonight, was barely in the mood to be around other people. She should have told Liam that she hadn't been up to dinner at the clubhouse."I think I'm gonna head out," she told Denise, tapping her on the shoulder."Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, worry in her eyes."I am. I'm just really tired trying to get the office back in order. Bless his heart, but Liam is not a businessman in that sense of the word," she laughed. The words weren't a lie. He'd done the best he could with what he had, but Liam hadn't been prepared to run a shop at the drop of a hat."Don't work too hard," Denis
The next morning, Roni pulled into Walker's Wheels and took an excited breath when she realized she was the first person there. She could get so much more accomplished without the guys milling around asking her questions. The previous bookkeeper had been a good one, but the cancer diagnosis for her husband had thrown her for a loop. Roni could see without anyone telling her when he'd been diagnosed. The work had become sloppy and then Liam had taken over. She'd walked into a total shit fest, but that was okay, because that was what she always did. Cleaned up everyone else's mess. It's what she'd done since Liam and Rooster had cleaned up hers. Her life had been dedicated at that point to helping either one of them at any time. Guilt had eaten at her, it still ate at her. She wasn't sure she would ever forgive herself, but that was her cross to bear, not theirs.Walking into the office, she turned on the lights and shut off the alarm. It was quiet here, almost unnerving compared to wh
"I swear to God, the only person he is nice to anymore is Tatum," Denise mumbled under her breath as Drew stomped his feet up the stairs."What's the problem?" Liam asked, coming in with Tyler and Rooster in tow. They had finished early at the shop, thanks to Rooster, and he'd invited them over for a beer."Your son is a jackass," she told him, rolling her eyes as Drew slammed his door."Welcome to life with a teenager," Rooster laughed, looking back and forth between them. He'd seen it many times on the force, parents who were at the end of their rope with their children."What he said, he's a teenager," Liam reminded his wife.She cut her eyes at him. "Yeah, I'm aware. Not only did I give birth to him, but I clean up his bathroom."The guys chuckled."Totally not sure I'm gonna survive this, and if he woke Tatum up, I will jerk a knot in his ass," Denise fumed, listening closely for the child. "She finally went down for a nap.""I think we're safe from diva waking up,
Roni sat down on her couch and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been Rooster's first day at the shop and she'd been on edge for most of it. Every time he walked towards the office, her body tensed up and her stomach rolled. It wasn't that she was afraid of him, she was afraid of herself. After he'd cornered her the night before, she'd not been able to do anything but think about him. How they'd been during the summer they'd spent together. It hadn't mattered to either one of them that she was older than him by a few years, all that mattered was the animal magnetism they had for one another."C'mon, Liam's asleep," Rooster whispered.Roni couldn't believe that he'd conned her brother into letting him sleep over, just so he could spend time with her. "What if we get caught?" she whispered back. It didn't really matter to her, she was of age, but he was a few months from it. If they got caught, she knew without a doubt his parents would punish her to the full extent of the law. That'
After her run-in with Rooster the night before, Roni woke up wanting to do something different, wanting to change something about her life. She wasn't sure what, but she knew that it had to be today. Glancing at her hair in the bathroom mirror, she curled her lip. It was limp and too long to have any kind of style. It had been years since she'd had highlights. This was the change she needed, and she knew exactly who could help her. Christine was working towards her cosmetologist's license at the Curly Q she hoped she could be fit in quickly.A quick couple of phone calls later, and Denise was meeting her downtown, along with B and Jessica who'd had the same idea thanks to the summer weather. An early evening haircut with her best friends was just what the doctor ordered. The only lady they hadn't heard from was Meredith, but Roni was pretty sure that she would make an appearance too, if the rest of them did. Grabbing her stuff, she was out the door and in her car.The drive downtow
Was this what first-date jitters felt like? Because Roni had never actually been on an official date. It was odd. Most men that came into her life came because of something to do with Liam, and then when their need for Liam left, their need for her left. Boyfriends weren't something she ever did after Rooster. If she didn't let someone get close to her, then there was no one for William to use against her. Life was easier that way, but that life was lonely.She glanced over, still surprised to find her hand encased in Rooster's. After he had gotten his haircut for his trip back to high school, the rest of the members of the club had gone their separate ways and Rooster had shyly asked her if she wanted to grab dinner at one of the places on the town square. She had been hesitant, but knew that this was the first step in what would be a new life for her. It was time to stop hanging on to the sins of her father and to do what she'd wanted to do all those years ago."It feels weird…do
The temperature in the cab of the truck was downright frigid as Remy drove to Tyler's house to drop off Addie first. Tatum refused to meet his gaze and that flat out pissed him off. If she was going to give herself to another man and then have the balls to sit in front of him like this, she should at least have the decency to meet his eyes when he looked at her."Am I going to have to explain to Tyler why I'm dropping you off at one in the fucking morning?" Remy glanced in the review mirror of the truck, looking back to where Addie sat in the extended cab."No," she shook her head, looking about as tired and unhappy as he felt. "He's at the clubhouse. He and Mom had planned to stay and they took Caelin with them."Well, thank God for small favors, because the one person besides Liam he didn't want to face off with tonight, was Tyler."You're lucky I don't call him and tell him where the hell you've been. How could you let her go up there with him?" he questioned her, the irrita
Tatum's heart beat through her chest as she followed Gavin upstairs to a much quieter part of the house. Her mouth was dry – the result of her nerves, or the alcohol she'd consumed – she wasn't sure which. Her hand gripped Gavin's tightly, but she knew it wasn't because she was excited, it was because she wanted to yank on it, and stop him from leading her into the empty bedroom. Part of her wanted to put a stop to it, the other part wanted to go through with this so she could throw it in Remy's face. Those stubborn traits she'd inherited from her dad were alive and well tonight.She glanced over her shoulder, spotting Addie pulling out her phone and making a call. The worried look on her friend's face told her all she needed to know. Addie was probably calling in reinforcements and her time had suddenly become very limited."You feelin' good?" his deep voice questioned in her ear, causing her hair to stand up and goosebumps to appear on her arms. This time it was different than wh
Remy was in a piss-poor mood, had been since the night of the Christmas party and everything that had gone down with Tatum. He bit off the head of anyone foolish enough to ask if he was okay. He'd been eating lunch by himself, and overall had been a miserable fucking loner. Even right now, while everyone else was partying their asses off, his big date was being in the gym and beating the ever-loving shit out of a heavy bag. It was the only thing that seemed to calm him the last few days.Hearing his fists connect with the bag felt good, even if it was muted by the gloves he wore. His arms burned, his shoulders and back ached, his chest heaved, and sweat poured down his forehead and into his eyes; making them sting. The sting felt good though, because it distracted him from the guilt he felt for the way he'd treated Tatum. And that guilt was pressing down on him like he was trapped under a thousand-pound boulder.He'd felt every emotion on the spectrum since she'd walked out on him
Tatum's blue eyes took in the party-goers around her. In different parts of the room, she could see members of her graduating class, some kids that were now seniors, and a few college kids. God, this had never been her thing, she'd never found high school or college parties worth anything to her. She could see everything that went on at them and more, at the club parties. Plus, this was a mob mentality – everyone here went along with everyone else, and it was so boring. Nobody had any individuality. Normally, she'd have tossed the invitation in the trash can and not even thought twice about it. She would have spent the night at the club's New Year's party and have an actual good time with her friends and family.Tonight though, she was on a mission."Do you see anybody?" Addie asked as they surveyed the room.Tatum took a drink from the bottle of Strawberry Boone's Farm she carried in her hand. It was the bottom shelf stuff, guaranteed to get you loaded in the least amount of tim
Tatum had never felt anything like the all-consuming lust that blasted through her as soon as Remy grabbed her hip and pulled her deep into his body. She'd thought she had but damn, she was wrong. Her fingers grasped at his shirt, trying to ground herself in the feelings, when she felt his bare palms slip up under the hem of her dress. The sharp intake of breath, and the way he nipped at her lip indicated he'd discovered she'd worn a thong."Fuck, Tate," he moaned as he pulled his lips from hers.She almost cried as he abandoned her lips and smeared his mouth down her neck. She felt the sharp nip of his teeth down to the core of her body. It caused her nipples to tighten further against the lace of strapless bra, and before she knew what she was doing, she was rubbing up against him."Please, Rem," she gasped out when she felt one of his hands on her ass venture back over her hip, and closer to the wetness and heat she felt between her thighs."Has anybody touched you?" he grow
He knew the second she walked in, just like he'd known when she'd entered the bakery. Even seven shots of Pappy in, he could feel her, he knew she was there by the way the hair on the back of his neck stood up, the goosebumps he got on his arms and the way his dick stirred to attention. He wasn't sure what kind of hold Tatum Walker held over him, but it was strong, maybe dangerously so, like some sort of Jedi Mind Trick he'd never be able to resist. And dammit if his hand didn't shake as he took his next shot."Too much for you?" Drew asked as he noticed the slight tremble of the other man's hand.How did he tell the man sitting beside him, he was hard up for his little sister? Easy. He didn't."Nah, I'm good, but I gotta hit the head. Be back."Plan number two when plan number one didn't work? Run and hope she wouldn't follow. As much alcohol as he had consumed, he wasn't sure he could push her away this time. After all, he was only a man and he wasn't immune to the way she lo
He should have brought a date. Those were the first words Remy thought when he walked through the door of the clubhouse. It hit him like a ton of bricks, and all he wanted to do was turn around and head back to Cash and Harper's. Normally, he lived at the clubhouse, but he'd had dinner at their place tonight. He could relieve the babysitter watching Maddy, and he wouldn't have to worry about keeping his guard up.Couples were paired off, which meant anyone without a plus one would be inevitably thrown together. Looking up, he saw mistletoe was hung randomly around the room. Shit. Since he was the youngest, he seemed to be one of the few without a woman on his arm. Sure as the world turned, he'd find himself thrown toward someone tonight.Gazing around the room, he didn't see Tatum and for that he was extremely thankful. He'd been able to avoid her since the day at Harper's bakery, but it'd hadn't been easy. Not that she'd gone out of her way to be around him but they were in the sa
Remy told himself to slow down as he grasped her neck, hauling Tatum closer to him. He cautioned his lust-drunk body not to make a fool of itself. He warned his libido not to let this go too far. They were in the middle of the bakery, in the middle of downtown. Anyone could walk through that door from some dumbass off the street, to her brother, to her dad. But he couldn't stop, couldn't force his hand not to trail down her body and grasp her tight ass in his fingers. He wanted desperately to pull her lower half into his, wanted to shove his thigh between her legs and feel the heat he knew would be there. His tongue was forceful as it made its way into her mouth, testing how far she'd let him go.Turned out she'd let him go as far as he wanted to.His brain tried to warn him that this was progressing too quickly. It was getting too out of control, too fast. If he didn't watch it, he'd be picking her up and putting her ass first against the nearest wall. He was losing his mind, losi
Son of a bitch. Something in the way Tatum's gaze met his made him think he'd said those words loud enough she could hear them. But fuck, she looked amazing. Even more than she usually did. Tatum had been gorgeous for a long time, but with her hair in this new cut, she looked sexy, and almost… sophisticated. But this was Tatum. She'd never fully be a lady, not really. She didn't do dresses unless she had to, she didn't do caked on makeup, and she could hang with the guys – no matter how raunchy it got."Do you like it?" She asked again, this time looking much more unsure than when she'd started out. Very slowly, she ran her fingers through her hair, giving it a tousle.Remy cleared his throat, not sure how honest he wanted to be, but at the same time knowing he couldn't help but be honest. If he lied to her, she would know, and it would do nothing to help the situation they seemed to always find themselves in. The two of them always seemed to be either pushing or pulling at each ot