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I nodded. “Me being a Sinner is not negotiable and there is a lot that goes with that. That call being one of them and my commitment, loyalty, and love for my brothers is another one.” I told her. My head had started to hurt and the walls of the trailer had started to close in on me. “What were you going to ask before the call?”
“Kid…”
“We’ll do this. We will. We’ll have the conversation.” As I said it, I realized that I wanted to figure this thing out too. “Just not right now.”
“Kid…” She began again and I knew she was getting ready to shut me down.
“How about we start with spending more time together?”
“How about…what?” Liddy asked. “You trying to derail me here, Kid? “
That made me laugh out loud. “Kind of. But think about it, how much time have we really spent together all things considered…not a lot.” And when I said it, I realized it was true.
There was an immediate change in Liddy’s demeanor. Her shoulders relaxed and the lines between her brows disappeared.
“I totally agree.” She smiled that brilliant smile of hers. The one that wrecked me. Inside one of those smiles was a dangerous, beautiful place. Inside one of those smiles, I would do anything for her. Give anything to her. Be anything for her.
Liddy was my Kryptonite.
Liddy
I wasn’t quite sure if Kid was going to hold up his end of the getting to know each other bargain. But I shouldn’t have worried. Because really, he approached the whole thing with a kind of fierce determination that honestly shocked the hell out of me. But it shocked the hell out of me in the most pleasant way possible.
We spent time together.
It was as simple and as complicated as that.
Simple because we did all those crazy, fun date things. The kind of things that maybe we would have done as kids…a night at the carnival, trips to the drive-in theater, take-out dinners, long rides on the bike, lazy days at the lake, a weekend in the mountains, a Ramble-Wild concert festival, and lots and lots of marathon lovemaking sessions.
Complicated because there were half whispers in the dark…things said, and things left unsaid. I told Kid about my years in the city, the people I had met, the places I had gone, and the lessons I had learned. And he told me about his decision to join the club and that brutally demanding year as a prospect.
Kid told me about the promise that he had made to his dead friend and all the things that came with that. We talked about his frustration about not being able to confront Rudy’s killers. He told me that no matter how good things were, that nothing would ever be completely right until the hunt for murderers had ended. The bloodthirst in Kid’s eyes when he talked about multiple levels of vengeance scared me enough that I slept in my own bed that night.
All in all, things were pretty chill between us. Maybe it was because we had known each other for so long, or maybe because we were in our hometown and surrounded by people we loved and who loved us back. Or perhaps it was (and I liked this notion the best) despite everything that would point to the contrary, Kid and I really did belong together.
Having said that…the relationship wasn’t without its challenges.
The sometimes bizarre, often violent, and totally commanding world that pretty much owned my man was no small issue. I felt in my heart that if anything would ever come between the growing love we had for one another, it would be the Silver Sinners MC.
Because Kid Harding’s commitment to the club was no joke.
And I really struggled to find my place in that world. I knew that he would have liked me to be a part of that MC family that meant so much to him. But it wasn’t me and it never had been me. Not to mention that I still spoke to Aunt Betty every week and that little particular birdie was not exactly singing morning praises of my relationship with Deke Harding’s son. She spooked me with warning after warning until I put her on notice.
So, what it came down to was that I did what I was comfortable doing in a way I was comfortable doing it. I didn’t attend the Silver Sinner parties, but I recruited Truly and Melody and together we made mountains of food, helped with the setup, and left soon after that. We were so intent on our roles that one time Truly was mistaken by a club member as a caterer which we all thought was hilarious. I did other things too. I helped the Old Ladies (MC royalty) with planning a raffle that benefited a local school, ordered all the tee shirts for a bike run, and generally did what I could.
Kid and I were still shuffling between the trailer (which he hated but I loved) and his place (which he loved… but me…not so much). Not being an outdoor girl, the place felt a little too isolated and woodsy for me.
We had settled in a sort of rhythm and more often than not Kid was home in time for us to eat dinner together. But there were still plenty of nights that I spent alone or with my girls. But that didn’t bother me and I never worried…not about other women anyway. Either Kid Harding wanted me or he didn’t. Either this thing was going to work between us or it wouldn’t. I didn’t feel the need to assert myself as Kid’s woman at a week-long run to Laconia, or to appear in a short, tight, bedazzled Harley getup to claim my man at some wild Silver Sinners party.
I like to think I was beyond that but honestly, I might have felt slightly more inclined to show up for Kid if my girls, Melody and Truly were into that kind of scene. But even though both of them were currently single, they had scratched the itch of the bad boy allure a long time ago. Melody and Truly were too smart to get involved with the likes of a Silver Sinner. I know that they sometimes looked at my relationship with a big healthy spoonful ofwhat the hell is she thinking.
Kid
When Liddy opened the bathroom door a misty steam cloud of gardenia followed her out. She was naked except for a sexy pair of panties and the towel that twisted her hair up in a high blue cone. When I looked at her, I thought for the millionth time what a lucky sonofabitch I was.
Not that Liddy was easy. Not even close. As a matter of fact, Lydia Rose Hall was the antithesis of easy. She was an opinionated, stubborn, pain-in-the-ass woman who drove me crazy. But she was also hilariously funny, fiercely loyal, and looked at me in the way every man should be looked at by his woman. I loved her and she loved me and some days it was as simple and wonderful as that.
“Come over here, baby.” I breathed in the sweet, clean scent of her and pulled her in close until her nipples tickled my chest. I grabbed her ass and squeezed those tight, round cheeks gently and rhythmically until her breath started coming out in soft little pants.
