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How the fuck did he know about Nyx?
No one was supposed to know.
Her rules, not mine.
And we only fucked out of town.
Well, usually.
“Keep fucking pestering me and I’m gonna walk up there and tell Ev that you think she has a nice ass,” I said, watching as Detroit’s jaw got tight. “That’s what I thought,” I said, nodding and moving away from him.
He’d driven us in with the SUV, but I decided to walk my ass home, and try to tire myself out more so I could pass right out after a shower.
I didn’t know what the fuck was going on with me. I wasn’t the kind of guy to obsess over shit, to not be able to turn my brain off.
I also had never been someone who couldn’t get a woman off his mind.
True, it wasn’t exactly easy for me to find women to spend time with. I got it. I looked like bad news. And not just in the ‘oh, he’s an outlaw biker’ kind of way. Which most women dug, evidenced by how much pussy Sway and the others got when they wanted to.
I knew that the scars were scary to women who didn’t know how I got them, who didn’t want to be close to someone who’d possibly been involved with that much violence.
I couldn’t blame them.
If I was in their shoes, I’d steer the fuck away from me too.
So, yeah, I wasn’t used to having women around to get stuck in my head.
Maybe that was all it was.
Nyx had been the only chick to stick around for any length of time.
Even as I tried to tell myself that, though, I knew it wasn’t true. Because I didn’t obsess over her back when shit was new. When we really didn’t know each other. When all we did was share a sweaty hour or two.
It was something that had built over time.
As I got to know her.
As I spent more time with her.
And as, I guess, some part of me wanted her. Or, more precisely, wantedmore ofher.
There was no denying. And if I were being honest, that shit had been developing for the better part of a year.
Maybe it never would’ve happened if she wasn’t a part of my life. If she wasn’t at the bar we went to. If she didn’t show up at the clubhouse, looking softer and sweeter, holding babies, giving some part of me ideas.
But, yeah, I fucking gave a shit.
I wantedin.
And she was so goddamned determined to keep me out.
I shouldn’t have been surprised.
I guess I just thought shit was different between us, that she saw past the superficial shit.
I didn’t want to shut shit down. It was the last fucking thing I wanted.
I probably never would have done it if she hadn’t gone all soft and sweet with me after we’d fucked in that alley.
