“Guess it is. You’ll find someone. You’ll get over me.”
She glanced up, her eyes brimming with defiance. “I know I will. It’s much easier to get over the jerks than the nice guys. I’ll be over you in no time. As a matter of fact, Ricky’s coming to visit me this weekend. He’s been wanting to date me for a long time, so this all works out. I can tell him I’m free.”
He gritted his teeth as sudden anger at her being with another man pricked at him. He couldn’t blame her for hating him. He wanted it; it made it easier for her. “Sounds like you got a handle on it.”I’m sorry, Kylie. I’ll cherish you forever.
“Yeah. I do. I gotta go.” She pushed past him, her arm brushing against his. That accidental touch went straight to his dick as he watched her hips swing from side to side until she disappeared into the great room. A thickness formed in his throat. She was gone. It was finished. He’d done the right thing, even if it’d cost him her love. He turned around and placed his forehead against the doorway. Behind him, he heard footsteps.
“You look like you lost a friend,” Wendy said, rubbing her hand over his back.
“I did,” he said softly. Walking away from her, he headed out into the night, the darkness mimicking his heart.
Chapter Twenty-Four
He watched asKelsey slurped her Dr. Pepper through her straw, the noise grating on his nerves. She glanced up at him and smiled widely.Fucking cunt thinks I’m into her.He leaned back in the chair and pushed away his half-eaten sandwich, wishing the skinny girl with the bad complexion was Kylie. He’d had to lay low ever since Ricky had been found. The black-haired man was pissed as hell that he’d made a stupid mistake in thinking he’d killed the asshole. If the punk hadn’t survived, he’d have Kylie with him already, but all his plans had gone askew. He was in Insurgents territory, and he knew there was no way she wasn’t being watched by the damn brotherhood. And she’d been fucking one of the bikers. He’d found out Jerry was his name, and he had a sister—Kelsey. So he sat, watching her in disgust.
“How often does your brother come by to see you and your mom?”
Kelsey finished slurping her drink then said, “‘Bout once a week or so. Depends. If my mom needs money, she calls him.”
“Does he have a set day when he comes by?”
She shook her head. “You’re not hungry?” She pointed at his dish.
“No. You didn’t answer my question.”
“What was it?”
The man spoke through his teeth with forced restraint. “Does your brother come by on the same day each week?”
She shrugged.
He bared his teeth.What a stupid bitch.“You using?”
“No,” she said too quickly, her eyes darting to the side. “Why you ask me that?”
“You got the signs on your skin. Your brother give you the money to buy the shit?”
“Why’re you asking so many questions about my brother? Since you’re so interested in him, you should be on a date with him rather than me.” She laughed.
The man narrowed his eyes. “Aren’t you the funny one.” He motioned for the waitress to bring the check. After he threw a twenty-dollar bill on the table, he scooted out of the booth. His dick was hard—not from Kelsey, but from thinking of Kylie. He hated that she was fucking Jerry, so he’d fuck the biker’s sister until he was tired of her, then throw her away. “Let’s go.” He walked out of the restaurant with Kelsey trailing behind him.
In his car, he turned to the young woman. “You look like someone who wants to be fucked.” She giggled, and he wanted to smack her real hard, but that was for later. “Do you want it?”
“What do you have in mind?” She leaned toward him, running her fingertips up his arm.
“You strike me as someone who likes more than a vanilla fuck. Am I right?”
“I like a lot of things, but I can’t do half of what I think you want because my mind isn’t into it right now. I’m too worried about money.” She slid her eyes up his face until they met his.
“I like it rough and real nasty. You up for that if I can give you something for your effort?”
A wide smile broke out across her face. “I can manage that. Are we going to your place?”
“A motel. A fucking seedy motel, to be exact. That’s the way I like it.”
Kelsey settled in the passenger’s seat. “Let’s get going.”
The Fallen Star Motel made reservations by the hour, and he booked three hours in one of the rooms farthest from the small lobby. The room was shabby, the sheets dingy white, and the curtains were dust mite central. A scratched table with a metal folding chair was in the corner of the room. The guy set his black doctor’s bag down on the table.
