Now that I knew, I didn’t think I’d ever let her go back to him
Chapter Fifteen
Shasta
The next morning came too quickly. For ten glorious hours, I let myself get lost in Snyder, allowing him to fuck me into oblivion in the middle of the secluded cabin.
Neither of us cared if Sabbath found out, knowing damn well he really had nothing to complain about when he was the one who started it all.
Fucking Snyder was all I needed to clear my mind of the cobwebs and dark thoughts that constantly clouded it. He made me feel wanted, desired, and needed. Something I hadn’t felt in years.
But it was the aftereffects that had me reeling. It was the guilt that came with skating around on my man. It was the euphoria and high I got from competing in his own game.
I’d successfully slept with another man—a man that was relatively his righthand and next in line to run the club if something ever happened to Sabbath. Now our problem would be keeping our little indiscretion a secret from him and everyone else.
“We can’t tell anyone,” I informed him, watching as he made me a cup of coffee in a tiny little instant pot on the floor. He kept pulling items of convenience from a closet in the bedroom. A few plates, the coffee pot, some silverware. There wasn’t a kitchen to cook anything in, or a refrigerator to keep things cold, but he had a tiny little ice chest, a loaf of bread, and a flat of water with him.
“It’s going to be rough up here, Shasta, but it’s for your own good.”
“And you can’t tell me what happened, can you?”
He shook his head. “All I’ll say is that it has something to do with Hoax and the Crows.”
“Oh.” Hearing that my ex had something to do with this, didn’t surprise me. He never really got over our relationship, and hated Sabbath with a passion.
“Did he shoot you? Is that how you injured your arm?”
“Something like that,” he said indifferently, not really giving anything away, but also giving everything away at the same time.
“I know you guys have an illegal business going on, I’m not stupid. But I also know that things like that don’t happen to the Lewd Outlaws. Did they get the jump on you?”
“There was a rat in our ranks. It’s been taken care of.”
My eyes widened, trying to think about who went with them and who didn’t return.
“I can see your wheels turning, Shasta. It’s better if you don’t know anything. The less you know, the better off you’ll be.”
“Fair enough.”
We went back to doing whatever it was we were doing. Skating around the obvious elephant in the room… the betrayal we both just committed.
“Do you regret it?” he asked, breaking the silence.
Folding my hands in my lap, I met his curious gaze. “Yes.”
He frowned.
“And no.”
“Why no?”
“Because your dick felt good as hell in me, and I have to admit, being bad for once in my life felt really, really good.”
“Oh, Shasta, you’re the last person I would ever think of as bad.”
“Is it bad that I want to do it again?”
“No…”