Penny gripped her steering wheel as she rode toward her sister’s townhouse on the outskirts of Sinners’ Corner. She hated the name of the town where she lived. According to the local town history, it was named that as centuries ago it was believed that followers of the devil moved to the small town where they expelled all of their sins. She thought it was bullshit, but no one listened to her.
Glancing out of the corner of her eye she saw one of the two big ass bikers in her very small car. He was staring at her, unnerving her with his gaze. John—Rage—Colton always seemed to be staring at her. She didn’t like it. He had a lot more interesting things to look at. The man who created all of her scorn, her sister’s husband Pea, was in the back, moaning about his fun being cut short.
“Melissa didn’t say anything about you joining the dinner.”
“She didn’t? Well, I’m invited.”
He wasn’t invited. No, Rage just liked to annoy her. He got off on it, she was sure of that. The Saints and Sinners MC had been a regular feature in Sinners’ Corner for well over twenty-five years. Melissa’s and her father had worked as a mechanic in their shop before he died of cancer five years ago. Penny recalled being around the club often but more as an outsider. The men were nice and respectful to her, which she liked. She’d seen the way some of the club whores were treated, and she’d hate to be humiliated like them.
Penny had hated treating that club whore like that by tugging her off Pea’s lap, but one of the old ladies had told her when Pea and Melissa first got married, that it was the only way to deal with club pussy.
“Show them who’s boss or they’ll walk all over you. They’re traitorous bitches but free pussy for all the club.”
When Melissa had married Pea three years ago, Penny didn’t imagine for a second she’d be dragging his ass back home. She adored the club, but she’d never marry one. It had been three years since Melissa shocked her that she was getting married to Pea. Out of all of the club members Pea was a big horn dog, and a pain in the ass. Still, he’d shown an interest in Mel, and that was all Penny had needed.
I’m not this kind of woman.
She loved staying in her apartment above the sex shop in town, reading a good book. After her father died, her mother hadn’t lasted six months after. Neither she nor Mel had wanted the house as it held too many painful memories, good memories that were hard to ignore with the death of both parents. They had sold the house, splitting the profit equally. Around the same time, Dirty Deeds had an apartment open up above their shop, and Penny had jumped on it. It was a nice place, beautifully kept, and she didn’t even mind that it was a sex shop as it helped with her research. She’d purchased many items at the sex shop, and used them on herself so she’d understand what her heroine would be feeling in her books. Her own sex life had been a bust. After losing her virginity prom night with her boyfriend, she’d had one other partner, and their sex had been … boring. Very boring, dull.
To escape her boredom with her lack of sex life, she’d turned to her computer. She’d been reading erotic fiction for a long time, and as e-readers were so popular, she’d already gotten the bug. One afternoon after an awful quickie with her boyfriend, Robert, she had sat at her computer and just started writing, only she started writing her fantasy sex. Before she even knew it, a month had come and gone, and her story was complete, with a storyline, and all.
Not doing anything with it, she left it, and moved onto the next story, then the next. Until she had over ten completed romance stories, and writing became an addiction, a way for her to escape the reality of what was happening.
One day, Melissa had been staying over and found the stories, reading them. Penny had hated that. The stories belonged to her, and they were her way of dealing with her life. After she broke up with Robert, she kept on writing. She loved it.
Penny didn’t know what she expected, but it wasn’t for Melissa to encourage her to get them published. After a year of submitting, being rejected, she’d finally been accepted, and was making a decent living out of her writing. She wasn’t wealthy, and her books were never going to make it to the movies, but she was happy with her life.
“How have you been?” Rage asked.
Glancing toward him, Penny quickly averted her gaze. She didn’t like staring at him for long periods of time. He unnerved her, and out of all of the club members, Rage was the one who made her nervous. Rage constantly stared at her, and it was the strange look in his eyes that got to her.
“Fine. You?”
“Excellent.”
Tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, she tried to ignore him.
“You’ve got to stop pulling me out of the club,” Pea said, leaning forward. His breath fanned across her neck, and she pulled away.
“You’ve got to stop cheating on my sister. One day it’s going to bite you in the ass.”
“Bite me,” Pea said.
“What?”
“Nothing. Forget I said anything.”
Annoyed, she focused back on the road, and was relieved to see her sister’s house just up the road.
“Been on any dates lately?”
“No. Not this week.” She was a serial dater. It was easier for her to go on dates for one night than consider a repeat performance from the same man. Penny didn’t have sex with the men she dated. One night was more than enough.
“You’ve got to stop dating assholes,” Rage said.
“What? And start dating men like you and cheater in the back? You’ve got to be kidding.” She snorted, and pulled up outside of her sister’s place.
Melissa opened the door, and the tears that Penny had seen thirty minutes ago were gone. Her sister looked calm and steady.