“I married Reese. She followed me around the circuit and I didn’t turn away what she was offering. When she got pregnant, I married her. We were married four years. I would still be married to her if she hadn’t decided to fuck around on me with another rider at the club. They’re together now and they care about each other. I wasn’t going to stand in their way.”
“I bet you didn’t. Pops used to laugh about how you got your nickname when he thought I wasn’t listening. You even managed to get another woman knocked up,” Sex Piston said sarcastically.
“You think I’m stupid enough to get caught that way twice, Sex Piston?”
Sex Piston tried to understand what he was telling her. Stud wasn’t a stupid man and it had surprised her he had been stupid enough to get two women pregnant.
He stared back at her, waiting for his subtle message to click.
“Star isn’t yours?” Sex Piston could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth. Star was a daddy’s girl if she had ever seen one,and she should know—she had lived in Diamond’s shadow with their father her whole life.
“This is just between us, Sex Piston, not your crew or anyone else’s business. Candi, Star’s mother, found out she was pregnant by Calder two days after he went into rehab. She was going to have an abortion without telling him. I told her if she married me, I would take care of the kid like it was mine. It would have killed him to find out what she was planning on doing. He’s my brother, and I wasn’t about to sit back and watch her destroy my niece. We got a divorce two days after she had Star.
“Are you going to tell him?”
“Maybe, if he ever straightens his ass out. If not, no.”
Sex Piston nodded her head in understanding. She had met Calder a couple of times. Stud’s brother had accompanied him a couple of times when he had visited her father. He was younger than Stud and the more wild of the two. Physically, they resembled each other, but that was where the comparisons ended. Her father had told her that Stud was constantly having to get his brother out of some trouble.
“Candi has moved on to another club and she doesn’t want to involve herself with Star. Every now and then she gets in the mood to play mommy for the weekend and I let her with supervision, but she doesn’t get in the mood often,” Stud said grimly.
Sex Piston had also met Candi. She was a bitch that floated between motorcycle clubs, going from biker to biker. She was faithless and only had time for those who could supply her constant need for sex and drugs.
Sex Piston swallowed hard at the thought of never getting to know Star. She was a beautiful, little girl. Stud had made the right decision by stepping in and shouldering his brother’s responsibilities.
Damn. She hated to admit she liked that he was responsible. He had not only accepted his brother’s child as his own, but when her own father had asked for his help, he had, despite there being no benefit to his own club. The Destructors were mainly a group of bikers that had fallen into a rut, which was dangerous without the strength to back it up.
He was right; she was attracted to him. As much as she wanted to deny it, it was there. Damn, she was going to be weak-minded long enough to find out if he deserved that nickname of his.
Sex Piston got up from the table, going to stand in front of Stud. “If you fuck around on me, I’ll walk away and not look back. After I kick your ass.”
Stud’s lips twitched. “Okay.”
“I mean it, Stud,” she warned.
“I know.”
Sex Piston’s arms circled his neck and then she did what she had been dying to do for weeks. She leaned in close, offering her mouth. When he lowered his own at her invitation, it was everything she could do to hold back the moan that rose at the pleasure that was better than she had imagined.
He took control of the kiss, showing her the benefits of giving in to him. His tongue surged into her mouth, exploring hers as if quenching a fire, as his hand went to her ass, pulling her closer. She felt his hardening cock against her flat stomach.
Stud lifted her up, packing her through the kitchen door and then through the living room.
Sex Piston’s thoughts flew; asking herself if this was what she really wanted to do. Stud, whether he wanted to admit it or not, was like her dad and Ace. He might have his shit together a litter better, but not by much. He still lived the biker life and, while it was a big part of hers, she had learned that it was hard to make a relationship work with so many women attracted to the power of the position Stud held.