Then she patted my chest, pulled down her dress, and walked away from me like nothing ever happened.
Fuck!
Chapter Nine
Shasta
I re-entered the clubhouse with a new sense of self-worth. Fucking Clash helped ease my head of all the nonsense that was tied up with loving Adam. Who cares if he knocked up Nina? If he can fuck around, so can I. I’m no longer going to be the sad, depressing woman who’s too dumb and in love to see her man isn’t worth all the heartache and trouble that comes with him.
No.
Fucking Clash invigorated me in ways I didn’t expect, creating a salacious need inside of me that was ready to bounce on whatever cock was down for a hot and bumpy ride.
No more being the Prez’s Ol’ Lady.
No more fighting my feelings of attraction I felt whenever one of Sabbath’s men walked by. Like Snyder and Clash said, I belonged to all of them, and I was ready to get my harem started and fuck away all my Sabbath woes by getting under every man he trusted.
An eye for an eye.
A fuck for a fuck.
All’s fair in love, sex, and motorcycles.
Sabbath and Nina could continue creating their fucked up little family, because I didn’t give two shits anymore about his little infidelities. Revenge was a bitter drink to swallow, but man was I loving the burn as it went down. By the time I was done, Sabbath’s entire world would be up in flames, burning in the hell he’s put me through for all of eternity.
I was a deadly, scorned woman, and the man was going to pay for all his sins. I’d make sure of that.
Adam was waiting for me when I walked inside, eyeing the drowned cat look I was rocking very curiously. The rain had washed away all scent of Clash, meaning that I’d fucked another man and wouldn’t get caught.
My devious, dirty deed had my insides going crazy, knowing that I was skating around behind his back with the very men he thought he could trust. He’d lost all their respect the day he gambled their money away, and now they were down for anything—even fucking me.
Maybe my new thirst for sex could be considered slutty, but I honestly didn’t care. I’d given my soul and heart to Adam, only for him to throw it away like a used condom. Well, I wasn’t about to be a used condom anymore. If I was going to get fucked, then I was going to do it on my own terms, realizing that before Adam, I had only ever opened my legs for Hoax. I was sexually deprived, and my experiences in the bedroom were pretty milk toast compared to most of the girls in the club. The idea of exploring new possibilities in the bedroom had my tits in a twizzle, and ready for new adventures between the sheets—adventures I never even considered until now.
Fucking both Snyder and Clash was hot as hell, but the thought of adding more men to the bed was even hotter.
Did that make me a whore?
Did I really care if it did at this point?
Up until now, I had only slept with two men, and because of Sabbath’s fuck up, I was ready to see what else the world of sex had to offer me.
Sabbath’s angry gaze made my skin crawl. It was like having thousands of tiny ants cover my skin, scurrying over the miniature arm hairs until shivers raced up my spine. He pinned me with his punishing gaze, daring me to say anything that even remotely stood up for myself.
He could look at me like that all he wanted, but this time it wasn’t going to work. This time, I was actually done.
I wasn’t going to bother him with any words. I was just going to walk straight past him, grab my shit from our room, and bunk with Ramona indefinitely.
“Shasta, wait!”
He made a grab for my arm, but I cowered away from him.
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
His hardened gaze softened. “Babe, let me explain.”
Narrowing my eyes, I crossed my arms over my chest, staring him down like he was the smallest speck of dust in a cordless vacuum.
“There’s nothing to explain, Sabbath. Nina did that for you. In the immortal words of the band My Crazy Girlfriend,Go Fuck Yourself!”