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I would have liked a shower, but I can hardly go back out. Viper is out there, and the idea of even looking at him is churning my stomach.
Huffing, I strip my clothes, using a makeup wipe to scrub any shininess off my face, and drop onto the bed, hugging a throw pillow to my chest and staring at the ceiling.
Lights from outside shine through the chink in the curtains, lighting up a ceiling strip. I watch that light strip whenever I can't sleep and eventually drift off.
My mind is racing. I have no idea why it bothers me so much that Viper might be sleeping with other groupies. We’re not exclusive. I don’t even want to be exclusive with him. I’m sure if I ever brought it up, he’d tell me to fuck off. But I’m happy with what we’re doing, and it’s not like I’m in love with him or anything stupid.
The only reason I can think of for watching him get rubbed all over was Joey. It’s one thing to be sleeping with my roommate, knowing he’s sleeping with other women. It’s another to be sleeping with him knowing he’s sleeping with mysister.My sister who has always hated me, no less.
The door creaks as it opens, and my heart thuds in my chest. I totally locked it. I know I did. How the hell did he get in here? Holy shit.
“Do you have a key?” I whisper, my voice loud in the silent room.
Viper snorts, kicking off his shoes, the bed dipping as he crawls onto it.
“I picked the lock.”
Of course he did. My breath catches as he crawls over me, settling himself down, his body immediately fitting into all the curves of mine.
I’m pinned to the mattress, smelling his leather and oak scent. It’s mingled with whiskey, beer, and the wind from our ride home. My heart thuds, and I almost cave until the image of Joey touching him flashes before my eyes, steeling my resolve.
I swallow as Viper’s breath brushes over my face. He’s so close. Even in the dark, I can see his eyes boring into mine. I could lift my head and kiss him. He’s that close.
“What crawled up your ass tonight?” he grumbles. My stomach twists. I can’t tell him the truth. He wouldn’t understand, and I don’t feel like having to explain myself.
I shrug the best I can, still pinned beneath him. My shoulders don’t really move, but I know he recognizes the gesture because his lips tighten.
“I just didn’t feel like partying.”
“I think you mean you didn’t feel like partying with me.” Viper’s voice is flat, matching the thin line of his lips.
Yeah. That’s pretty much what I meant. Sometimes, it sucks how perceptive he can be. He’s clueless about many things – like why I might not want to be persuaded to stay at a party with him, only for him to ignore me and let other women rub themselves all over him. But at other times – like now, about me not wanting to be at the clubhouse – crazy perceptive.
I attempt another shrug. “I’m allowed to feel like partying with whoever.”
Viper stares down at me, his lips pressed together. When he speaks, his voice is cool, chilling me to my very bones.
“I guess you are.”
My lips press together as he slides off me, climbing off the bed. It moves back up without his weight, and I blink rapidly, tears pricking at my eyelids. I’m determined not to cry in front of him.
There is a shuffling as he shoves his feet back into his motorcycle boots, striding out of the room. The lock clicks as he closes the door and my eyelids flutter closed. Tears leak from beneath them as my heart sinks.
A door slams and the roar of Viper’s motorbike starting fills the house. I listen until the sound disappears down the street, straining to hear it long after it’s gone.
He’s gone back to the clubhouse. Sniffling, I angrily dash the tears away. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t shoved him away, he wouldn’t be going back there. I can’t blame him for going to find a place to have fun where someone isn’t acting like a bitch. But it stings. It stings more than I thought it would.
VIPER
The wind whips at my hair as I roar back to the clubhouse, pulling my rig in beside the other gleaming motorcycles lined up near the clubhouse entrance.
Climbing off, I stomp inside, my hands shoved into the pockets of my leather jacket. Summer is approaching, but the night still has a bite in the air. Stepping through the doors, the smoky atmosphere swirls around me, and the noise too.
“Back so soon?” Paige purrs at my side in an instant. Fucking hell. Does the woman have a sixth sense for when a cock walks in?
“Not interested. Find another cock to ride.”
Her head jerks back at the force of my tone, but I don’t give a fuck. I still have no idea what crawled up Naomi’s ass and died. Women. They’re impossible. Whatever is going on with Naomi, she’s pissed at me, and I haven’t fucking done anything. I’ll snap at whoever the hell I want.
