I stumble. “I’m sorry. I just prepared a special meal to welcome you all home.”
“Don’t you ever talk to me like that again,” he demands and then looks at Sainte.
Sainte nods.What the fuck is that all about?
Ice and Emma leave, and the rest of the boys—Rebel, Ryder, Spike, Doc, Tiny, Dbag, and Sainte—make their way into the kitchen and sit at the big dining table in the center of the room. All through dinner, the boys talk about shit stuff like the latest Harley that just came out. Some of them want new bikes, while others are happy with the ride they have. It’s all nonsense to me, and I find I can’t wait until they all leave the kitchen so I can have time to myself.
When dinner is finished, the boys disperse, except for Sainte.What the fuck does he want?
“You feelin’ okay, Feisty Pants?” he asks as I clear the table. He picks up some plates to help.
I drop the plates I am carrying down on the counter next to the sink and say, “Will you please stop calling me that?”
“Truth hurts, darlin’,” he says as he sets the plates next to the ones I just set down. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I’m fine, Sainte,” I say, irritated. Why won’t he just go away? Now that he is SA, there is no chance in hell of him leaving. He’s a part of this club, and I just have to get used to it. But it doesn’t mean he has to be in my face twenty-four seven.
He shakes his head. “You’ve been a little snappy lately, and we’re all worried about you.”
“Well, stop worrying. I’m fine,” I snap.
He stands next to me. “Look at me.” I know that if I look at him, he will see in my eyes that I am high. I ignore him. He grabs my chin and turns my head toward him. He stares down, and the snarky smile he had earlier turns into a frown. He knows. “I knew it.”
“Oh fuck, Sainte, it was just one hit,” I lie. “Please don’t tell Ice or the others.” I plead with him.
“Yeah, today. But Emma says you had been sleeping late the entire time we were gone. According to the boys around here, you are always the first one up.”
“Emma is a busybody little tattletale. She wouldn’t know someone on drugs to save her life.”
“Calm down there, darlin’. She’s just worried about you. Contrary to what you think, Emma loves you. Ice too. They both care about you a great deal.”
“Yeah, if they cared, I’d still be with Ice, and Emma would be long gone.”
“Are you still fucking harboring over that? Get over it, darlin’. I told you and I believe Hawk told you as well: Ice was never the man for you. Your man is standing right here.” He points at himself. “I’m just waiting for you to wake up and realize it.” He takes my hand and leads me to sit with him at the table. “Now tell me, how long have you been using?”
I start to cry. “Since the funeral,” I lie. I can’t let him know how long it’s been. I thought I was being so careful, but the last few days I have been hitting more, and it’s been more difficult to hide.
My only option here is to get Sainte on my side. And, I realize, I have something he wants. This could work to my favor. If I give him what he wants, he will shut up about the coke and he could be an ally instead of an enemy.
I lay my head on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Sainte. I promise I won’t use any more.” Tears stream down my face.
He puts his arm around me and says, “There, there, darlin’. It’s okay. We’ll get through this together.”
I lift my head and look directly into his eyes. “Kiss me, Sainte, please,” I beg. I can already see him melting. I’ve got him right where I want him.
He leans in and then hesitates. I’m losing him. I touch the side of his face. “I need this,” I plead, and he caves. Yep, hook, line, and sinker. His lips crash down on mine in a demanding and brutal kiss. He takes my breath away as he moves his lips over mine, his tongue probing against my own. Before I realize what’s happening, I find I am kissing him back.It means nothing. He’s just a damn good kisser,I tell myself.
He breaks the kiss, and we are both out of breath. His eyes never leave mine. We are both panting. He gets up from the chair and pulls me up and against him. He kisses me again, and my legs go weak. Before I know it, he swoops me into his arms and is walking out of the kitchen to the common area. Ryder and Dbag are hanging out in the common area, watching TV. They both look up at us, but neither utters a single word. Sainte takes me straight to his room.
When we get inside his room, he kicks the door shut behind him and turns to lock it. He sets me on the bed and says, “We’re settling this between us once and for all.”
It’s not exactly what I expected him to say, so I am a little unsure of his meaning. I was under the impression we were gonna have sex, but now it sounds like he wants to have it out.
He sits and pulls me close to him. He tucks my hair behind my ear, and I smile. Oh yeah, we’re gonna have sex. He kisses me again and pulls me on top of him so that I am straddling his lap. I feel his cock through my jeans, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me. He feels so fucking good.But you don’t like him.
He pulls off my top and unclasps my bra, exposing my breasts. He leans back and takes in the sight of my naked torso. He smiles a devilish grin and leans in, taking my left nipple into his mouth. He pulls me closer so I am kneeling right up against him. I moan when he moves his hand between my legs, rubbing my pussy through my jeans.
He lifts me and lays me on my back on the bed. Kneeling before me, he undoes the button and zipper to my jeans. He tugs, so I raise my hips to help him slide my jeans down, along with my panties, until they both are completely off. He hovers over my naked body and kisses my neck, then works his way down. When he reaches my mound, he hesitates and then pushes his tongue between my pussy’s lips. My legs tremble. Holy fuck! He’s so good at that. I’m so fuckin’ wet.
