“She married too?”
He barks out a laugh. “This is B we’re talkin’ about. She doesn’t have a fucking husband.”
I let loose a relieved breath, and he grows serious again, seeing how much the thought was eating me up. I was racking my brain trying to think if I’d seen a ring on her hand, but fuck, I was too distracted. One look in those eyes of hers, and I couldn’t give a fuck about anything else in the moment. I wanted to rip her clothes off and sink balls deep into her tight pussy right there in the hallway. I wanted to demand that she tell me why she left and why she hasn’t come back sooner. Maybe make it hurt a little and punish her ass for keeping me waiting so long.
“She bring an ol’ man with her, too?” Not that it matters; if anything, he’d get his feelings hurt by the way she still looks at me.
“No. Just her and the kid. Maybe you should talk to my Cinderella; she’d know the shit you’re asking.” Her name’s Princess, and he calls her Cinderella. Fucker has a shoe fetish now, too, from what I hear. Not my business, but kinda ironic.
“She won’t tell me anything. Your ol’ lady’s harder than some of the bikers I’ve met in my life.” It’s the truth too; the bitch is cold as ice toward me.
He cracks a tiny grin. “Fuck, yeah, she is.” He finishes off his bottle and tosses it in the small wastebasket beside the desk. “Not sure I can give you the answers you’re wanting, brother.”
“Those were the main ones I had. How long’s she staying? I’m guessing she’ll beat feet back outta here pretty quick?”
“You have a week.”
Huffing, I drum my fingers along my thigh. “They’ve stayed friends this whole time, then?”
“Yeah, they have, man. Cinderella visits her and shit.”
“That’s where her and Odin go then.” It’s not a question. Details are just starting to click into place, and I want him to confirm I’m correct.
“That’s right, brother.”
“Appreciate it.” Nodding my thanks, I leave him to his business.
He shakes my hand. “Good luck.”
I have a feeling I need more than luck this time. One thing that running into Bethany has showed me, is that she wasn’t happy to see me. She was surprised, but not pleased, and that’s a problem.
I head back toward the other brothers, grabbing a beer on my way. Viking will give it to me straight if he thinks I’m stupid for asking about her. I can trust him. He didn’t mention anything about me being a fool or that I should keep my space, so that’s something.
Do I really want to get involved with her again, though, now that she has a kid? Baby daddy drama and all that shit in tow. I’d end up throwing the bastard in a dumpster and lighting it up if he gave her any kind of grief with me around. Not sure she wants that sorta shitshow in her life.
It could be my chance at having a brat, though, if it were to work out. One thing that’s always ate away at me was not being able to have kids someday. I enjoy my freedom a lot; but hell, I want to have my own family eventually.
I usually fall back on it as a way to push people away. You’re less likely to get hurt by anyone if they think you never want anything with them more than a quick fuck. I’ll be real, for a while tapping pussy and riding was exactly what I wanted. I’m getting older now and am no longer a Nomad, and having a family isn’t looking like a hindrance anymore. Quick fucks are great. I love that shit, but I want to have a son to carry on my name and my blood. I want to have the chance to be a good father, unlike my own old man.
Princess has everything set up all nice and organized so everyone can load up their plates. She stands on the opposite side, helping the younger kids pick out what they want to eat. She’s always around the club, helping out and making sure everyone has what they need. Except for me, she usually pretty well ignores me. I don’t know why. I’ve never wronged her in any way, and I’d like to think of myself as being close with her ol’ man.
Grabbing a plate, I fall into line behind the kids. Sure, I could grab what I want and go around them, but I need to speak with her, so I not-so-patiently wait until she’s free and it’s my turn. Of course, she instantly busies herself stirring the foods in each of the bowls, so she won’t have to acknowledge me.
“Where’d your friend take off to?”
Her irritated gaze meets mine. “Why do you care?” She’s straight to the point, as always. One thing I admire about her. Nothing scares or intimidates her, and if it does, she hides it well like her father.
“Just curious, haven’t seen her around in a whole minute. Wanted to catch up.” And reacquaint myself with her body while I’m at it.
“You wanted to sleep with her again, you mean?” She damn well knows that isn’t her business. My personal life is no concern of hers, but I let her get away with it since it’s her best friend and all. I need to play nice if I want her to give me the information I’m looking for.
“Of course I do. Still, haven’t forgotten that sweet pussy sitting between those thighs. But no, I wanted to actually find out what all she’s been up to.”
“Hmph,” she snorts and rolls her eyes. She’s lucky I’m a decent man. Back in the day; she’d get put in her place quick.
“Where is she?” I’m done with the pleasantries. I asked her a fucking question, and if I have to talk to her ol’ man about her mouth, I will.
She’s quiet a minute, being stubborn, but eventually, caves with a deep sigh. “She went to my house.”