But even though I’m eating delicious food with great people, I can’t help but tremble every time TK’s arm brushes against mine.
Judge looks from TK to Priest. “So, you boys are both staying back?”
TK nods, and Priest sighs loudly. “Can’t leave a brother behind.”
“Ah, come on, man,” TK teases, leaning over to look at Priest on the other side of me. “It’ll be fun. A bros weekend.”
Priest sneers and says to Judge, “Please tell me there’s more than one room booked?”
Chuckling, Judge throws Priest a keycard. “You can have mine and Grace’s room, but I’ll warn ya, TK’s staying in the room right next to yours, where Lindsey and Karma were staying, and you can heareverything.”
“Right on!” Hashtag whoops. “Bet ya liked that, hey, Prez?”
Karma glares at him, and Judge curls his lip in disgust.
“You guys have a room now?” I ask, my brows raised in surprise. “What happened to roughing it?”
Priest snorts, and TK flips him the bird. “Just thought if we’re gonna stay, we may as well do it in style.”
I don’t know if I would call the Sturgis Motel style, but it beats a tent in a crowded campground, I suppose.
Before I know it, the check arrives, and Judge pays for everyone’s meal. And then, as one very large, very loud group, we head outside. I toss Greta a wave as I pass, and she winks and gives me a wicked grin while motioning to TK.
“See you boys in a few days,” Judge says once everyone has said their goodbyes. “You take care of these boys for me, Cora. Lord knows, they’ll get into trouble on their own.”
I step up to the fatherly biker and pull him in for a hug. “I’ll do my best,” I promise, and take a step back. “Drive safe.”
In a roar of exhaust and thrilling throttle twists, the group disappears down the road, leaving Priest, TK and me on the sidewalk.
Suddenly, my nerves take hold, and I know I need to get out of here. Just yesterday, I had been plotting TK’s death for the words he’d said about me, and today, I’m hanging out with him like it never happened.
“Well, I have to go get Harrison off to summer camp. Thanks for breakfast, gentleman.”
Before TK can stop me, I give them a quick wave and rush to my car. My mother had taken Harrison to camp over an hour ago, but after that breakfast, I need space. Space from TK and his intoxicating smell. Space from thinking about how much I want to climb him like a tree. And most of all, space from having to decide if I can forget what he sees and thinks of me.
TWATKNOT
Hot waterfrom the shower head beats down on my back like molten lava. After nearly a week in a tent, this shower, and that king-size bed teasing me from the other room, are a welcome bonus of opting to stay put for a few more days. Taking a deep breath, I lean my head against the wall, letting my thoughts drift.
Cora’s face flashes through my mind. Her smiling as she laughed at one of V’s lame ass jokes. The flush of her cheeks when I’d ran my thumb over the smooth skin of her knee.
Seeing her with my club, in my world, had stirred something in me. Something new. Unexpected. And her ass in the fucking shorts she’d worn this morning?Jesus.
My cock stirs at the thought. Wrapping my hand around my hardening length, I squeeze, pumping once.
The sensation nearly lifts me up on my toes, forcing a hiss from between my teeth. I shouldn’t be thinking about her like this, but she’s all I can think about, so I pump again, losing myself in the motion.
Suddenly, a sharp knock echoes through my motel room.
At first, I ignore it, touching myself again, but the knock comes a second time, only louder.
“Ah, for fuck’s sake.” Slipping from the shower, I turn it off. “I’ll be back,” I mutter to both myself and to it. Only pausing to grab a towel from the rack and wrapping it around my hips, I trudge toward the incessant noise that won’t stop.
“Someone better be fucking dead, Priest,” I yell, yanking open the door. “I was fucking busy—”
But it’s not Priest—it’s Cora.
“Uh, hi.” Her wide eyes trail along my naked torso, pausing when they reach the towel haphazardly wrapped around my waist.