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I jumped, finding Catch Hunter coming toward me. “Hey. What are you doing up?” Not that I knew what time it was. Last time I looked at the clock, it was midnight.
“Couldn’t sleep.” He ran a hand through his dirty blond hair. “Tonight’s been…”
“Yup,” I said when his voice trailed off. “Wanna get a drink?”
“Fuck yes.” He clapped my shoulder. “So, I heard you have a young little thing that you and Shade are sharing.”
“Word travels fast,” I muttered as we headed to the kitchen.
He barked a laugh. “Can’t keep anything locked up tight in this place.”
Under normal circumstances, we would usually head to the bar to grab a drink, but I wasn’t in the mood for socializing. The kitchen was more private, and I found that it was better. Because I needed to ask Catch how he did it.
“I can feel you staring at my pretty face,” he threw at me over his shoulder while he grabbed two beers from the large fridge. He kicked the door closed and headed to the table that I was sitting at. “What’s up?”
“I…” I popped the cap off the bottle and took a long swig.
“That bad?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and taking a sip of his own beer.
I placed the bottle on the table and took a deep breath. “Did you find that you were treated any differently when the guys found out you had a…a thing for Greyson and then Tray?”
Catch finished off his bottle before standing. “I think we need something stronger.”
“I’m sorry. It’s none of my business and I know you’re with Sara now but I need to know—”
“You need to know that the guys will accept you no matter who you’re fucking,” he finished for me. He went to the counter and grabbed a bottle of whiskey.
“Yeah. I’m not—”
“Gay.” He placed a tumbler in front of me and poured some of the amber liquid into it. “Sure. And I’m not either.” He met my gaze then. “It’s called bi-sexual. Say it with me, Sunny.”
I rolled my eyes. “I know what bi-sexuality is.”
“Do you? Are you sure?” Catch poured himself a shot and threw it back before pouring himself another one.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I grumbled, lifting the glass to my lips.
“Have you ever been with a man?”
“No.” I threw back the shot, the liquid burning its way down my throat until it settled deep in my gut.
“But you’re with Shade. Whether it’s physical or not, you’re still in a relationship with him. A man.”
“Yeah.” I rubbed my shoulder, leaning my head from side to side, trying so damn hard to ease the tension that had rested on them since this thing with Shade had changed.
“Okay, explain to me what the issue is.”
“We’re bikers. We’re supposed to be with women and not with men.”
Catch rolled his eyes that time. “Right. You do realize that it’s the twentieth century, right? More and more people are coming out. You make it sound like it’s so taboo. But should I remind you that you’re fucking a woman who is young enough to be your daughter. Nowthat’staboo, old man.” He poured us both another shot. “There are so many different types of sexualities. What exactly is normal anymore?”
“I don’t know.”
“Have you been given any issues from any of us? Anyone in Hell’s Harlem give you a hard time about the possibility of fucking a man? Has the woman you’re sharing given you any problems?”
“Well, no.” I realized then how silly I sounded. Worrying over nothing when really, I should be thankful that we had the support system we had.
“Anyone else give you a hard time?” Catch narrowed his brows when I didn’t say anything. “Tell me.”
