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The blonde’s eyes flutter for a moment but don’t open, so I nudge the bed harder.
“Get up,” I say louder.
This time her eyes do open and focus on me. A slow smile stretches across her face.
“Come back to bed,” she murmurs dreamily.
“Get up. You have to go,” I grumble. “There’s aspirin in the bathroom. Get up, take a shower, and get out.”
“What the fuck, Hawk? I thought after last night—”
“What, that we were gonna get married? Raise a family?” I snarl. “Maybe I could get a nine-to-five office job and come home to our two-point-five children in our home with the white picket fence? That what you thought, lady?”
She sits up, pulling the sheet up to her chest, preserving her modesty or something. Like I didn’t just see her ass naked, sprawled out, and spread eagle two seconds ago. But fine, whatever. She stares at me with a look of disgust on her face.
“Lady?” she asks, her perfectly plucked eyebrows raised.
“It seemed the least offensive thing I could call you since I don’t remember your name.”
Her mouth falls open and her face reddens. “You are such an asshole!”
“Not the first person to tell me that and I’m sure you won’t be the last,” I reply, then turn to the door and open it. “Shower up. Get out. Later.”
I close the door behind me, muffling the shouted string of curses coming from the room I just left. With a chuckle to myself, I wander into the kitchen and fix myself a cup of coffee, then take it out to the front porch. My best friend Reaper is leaning against the wall, staring out at the Nevada desert with a cup of coffee and a smoke. The sun isn’t as high as I thought—it’s still relatively early. I glance at my watch and see that it’s just past seven.
“Huh,” I mutter, then take a sip of my coffee.
“Jesus fuck, Hawk. You look like somethin’ I scraped up off the road the other day,” Reaper comments with a chuckle.
“Yeah well, I guess I look exactly how I feel then,” I reply. “What happened last night?”
“What happened?” Reaper repeats with a shit-eating grin on his face. “You really don’t remember?”
“Enlighten me, dickwad.” Of all the guys, I’m the only one who can even think to talk to him like this. He’s going to officially become the Prez once his old man hangs up his cut, and I’ll be his VP. Despite what I boasted to Willard about last night, I’m not technically VP—not yet. Not that anyone outside of the club needs to know.
“Enlighten? That’s a new one.”
I roll my eyes. “What happened?”
“I have never seen one man down a whole 12-pack in an hour and still be functional enough to take a cut-slut to bed. I’m surprised you’re awake, honestly.”
“Jesus,” I mutter. Surprisingly, my stomach doesn’t feel too bad.
“Oh yeah.”
I nod and take another drink of my coffee then set the mug down on the railing that fronts the porch of the clubhouse. I stare out into the vast stretch of land out there. A lot of people think the desert out here is ugly. Think it’s a wasteland. But there is a rugged beauty out there. The desert can be a hard land and it raises hard men, but there are few things more beautiful than watching the sun rise over the mountains out there. It starts with fiery hues of red and orange, and when the sun finally crests the horizon, the world explodes with a golden light that makes everything shine. It’s beautiful. At least I think it is.
I shake a cigarette out of my pack and light up, then take a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs. I’ve always loved the first smoke of the day the best. It always gives me that little buzz I need to get my day started.
“What’s up with you?” Reaper asks. “You all right?”
I nod. “Yeah, fine. Why do you ask?”
“You’ve got that look you get when you’re thinkin’ about somethin’ too hard.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“Nah. That’s true shit,” he fires back. “So? What is it? What’s on your mind?”
