I’ve fucked a lot of women, but ever since Tatum, not one has ever compared. Something about lying in bed with her afterwards that seemed so familiar, like I had known her forever. It was the feeling I had as soon as the rage left, around the time that I had opened the garage door. I don’t think I realized it after I woke up to her being gone.
I craved it then, and I’ve never found it since.
But I know, when you deny yourself something for long enough, you’re bound to overindulge.
When I turn off of the highway onto the gravel trail, I speed up. Her hands tighten around me, and the breath from her laughter trickles across my neck. The gate opens as we come barreling at it, and we slip through it before it’s halfway open. Sliding around the drive and into my spot.
“You’re insane.” She laughs out as I look back at her smirking.
“You have no idea.” She laughs as she hands me the helmet and I sit it down before we dismount from the bike. “Come on.” I nod to the door, my hand splaying across her lower back.
“Oh, I remembered this looking…” she trails as if she isn’t sure the right word to say.
“Abandoned?”
“A little.”
“It kind of was.” I laugh before reaching in front of us and opening the door for her.
“But now it’s not.”
“Nope.” I laugh as we walk through the doors, into the lounge. “Croft.”
“Z!” she exclaims from behind the bar as we walk over and she hands me a bottle. “What do you want?” I whisper as I ask her.
“The same thing’s fine.”
I roll my eyes at her comment before I look back over at Croft, and she laughs.
“I got it.” She tells me before she reaches over, picking up the bottle of whiskey as I down most of the beer in my hand. I look at her, nodding my head, and watch as she pours 2 glasses and sets them down in front of us.
“I thought you were just getting a beer.” She looks at me, smirking.
“If I’m not mistaken, you’re also more of a whisky girl.”
I sip the drink as she smirks at me over the ridge of her glass. “Oh, you’re a whiskey girl, too?” She bounces back before she sips the liquid.
“Oh, I’m most definitely a whisky girl.”
She slightly chokes on the liquid, as I say it, then sits down on the glass as he looks back over at me. “How do you know I like whisky?”
I sip the drink as I look forward to Croft and just shrug my shoulders.
She gasps as I attempt to not look at her.
“Have you been watching me?”
“Where’s the rest of the club?” Croft asks me as she walks back over and I chuckle.
“We sped off before them.” I tell her as she smirks at the sounds of the rest of the bikes pulling in.
“Zane.” Tatum calls me. When I look back over at her, arms crossed over her chest, trying to give me attitude. “You’ve been watching me.”
Leaning into her, reaching over and pulling her closer to me by her belt loops, I whisper so only she can hear me. “Tatum.” I lock eyes with her as she says it. “The club owns 4 bars in this town, and you drink at them pretty regularly.”
“Are you saying that you’ve been there those times?”
“No, tonight was the first time.”
