Surviving The Biker (Motorcyle Club Romance) (5 page)

“That feels nice. We don’t have much time,” I whispered, unbuckling his pants. I stopped abruptly and looked up at him. “I’m sorry, are you okay with this?”

Jake, who was staring at me in wonder, pulled me into his arms. “That’s an understatement,” he said, before crushing his lips against mine.

***

Three minutes later, Jake had me bent over Slammer’s desk.

“Do it harder,” I demanded, looking at him over my shoulder. “Fuck me harder.”

Jake increased his thrusts and I gasped in pleasure as he hit my G-spot. Getting fucked in Slammer’s office by a stranger with a big cock, was so exciting that I came within seconds.

“Yes,” I growled, clenching my teeth together as he kept going. After a few more thrusts, he gasped in pleasure and pulled out of me, squirting his seed all over my back.

“Fuck,” he whispered, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Did that just happen?”

“I know, right?” I whispered, turning around to look at him. “I just wish we had more time to go again.”

“Yeah, me too. Sorry, I couldn’t last. Like I said, it’s been a while and you’re so damn sexy.” He grabbed a couple of tissues from Slammer’s desk and began wiping my back off with them. “So, who’s Trevor?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, feeling my cheeks turn red.

“You said his name once.”

I’d noticed it too but had hoped he’d missed it. “I’m sorry. It’s my ex, but, I swear, it was a reflex,” I lied. “I knew exactly who was fucking me.” 

Jake threw the tissues away. “It’s okay. I won’t hold it against you. I’ve got my own issues. You certainly helped me forget them for a while, though.”

“Glad I could help.” The phone inside my apron began to buzz. “Oh, shit,” I said, realizing that I still had Trevor’s phone. I pulled it out and noticed that Tank had been trying to call him. I needed to get his phone back inside of his jacket before he found that it was missing.

“Everything okay?”

I nodded. “We need to sneak out of here, though. Why don’t you go first?”

He kissed me and then quietly slipped out of the office.

I checked Trevor’s phone again to see if anyone else had tried calling. It was then that I noticed an outgoing call. One that had occurred within the last few minutes.

I covered my mouth. “Oh, my God.”

Apparently, I’d accidently called Adriana during my session with Jake. The call had actually lasted for almost two minutes and I wondered if Adriana had heard anything. If Adriana
had
she would definitely think that it was Trevor having sex with another woman. It would end their relationship.

Grinning triumphantly, I erased the call, to cover my tracks. Alive with excitement, I snuck out of Slammer’s office and went back to the bar, singing to myself.

“You must be feeling better,” said Misty, pouring a drink for Jake. “Headache gone?”

I nodded quickly. “Yeah. It’s much better. Is Trevor still doing dishes?”

“Raptor? Yeah, I think so,” she answered.

“Okay,” I replied, walking over to where the glasses were kept behind the bar. “I’ll go back and get some. We’re really getting low.”

“Good idea.”

I went to the kitchen and spotted Trevor by the sink, loading the last of the dirty glasses into the large dishwasher. He had his hair pulled back into a ponytail and wore a black doo rag.

“What’s up?” he asked, glancing at me.

“I’m just checking to see if you have some clean ones ready yet.”

He nodded toward a crate of glasses. “Those are clean.”

“Okay,” I said, noticing his jacket, which was slung over a metal chair, a few feet from the sink. “Oh, do we have any more Bloody Mary mix? I should bring some out.”

“It’s in the cooler,” he said, nodding toward a pair of metal doors.

I laughed nervously. “Could you get it for me? I saw a mouse in there last week. It freaked the hell out of me.”

“A mouse in the cooler?”

I nodded.

Sighing, Trevor turned off the water and marched over to the cooler. When he was inside, I quickly rushed over to his jacket and slipped the phone back into one of the pockets. As I was moving away, he walked out of the cooler with two bottles of Clamato. “Will this work?”

“Yeah, thanks,” I replied, as he handed it to me. “I owe you.”

Not answering, Trevor walked back over to the sink and began washing dishes again.

“You okay?” I asked, noticing the way his jaw was set.

He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “I’m fine. Misty still out there?”

“Yeah, where else would she be?”

His phone began to ring and I jumped.

“Someone’s a little jittery today,” said Trevor walking over to his jacket. He pulled out his phone and looked at the screen.

“Who is it?”

“Tank,” he replied and then answered the phone.

I listened as he talked with Tank, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

“What do you mean you’ve been trying to call me? My phone hasn’t rang in the last half hour,” said Trevor. “Seriously, brother. I haven’t heard it ring.”

Swallowing, I turned around and quickly left the kitchen.

I stared ahead in horror as the sounds of the couple having sex made me want to throw up. I recognized the woman’s voice right away – it was Brandy’s, and the name she’d cried out had gutted me.

Trevor.

I hung up the phone and threw it across my bedroom, crying. The realization of what was happening seemed to hurt worse than anything I’d encountered in the past. Even the death of my father and best friend seemed to be overshadowed by the heart-wrenching pain I was feeling at the moment.

How could he do this to me?

I crawled into my bed, curled up into a ball, and sobbed. There was no doubt in my mind that Brandy’s baby was Trevor’s and that he’d lied about everything. My mother had been right about him from the very beginning. The man was nothing but a despicable pig and I vowed to never trust anything that came out of his mouth ever again.

“You find anything?” I asked Tank, still wondering why I hadn’t heard my phone go off. After looking at the call log, I’d found he’d been right. He’d definitely tried calling me more than once. I decided to contact my cell phone provider and rip them a new one. Something was obviously wrong and it was usually their fault.

“Yeah. That’s why I’ve been trying to call you. We’ve learned a lot of shit. Get a load of this – Misty wasn’t only fucking Breaker, but she was his Old Lady.”

My eyes widened. “What?”

“Yeah. Apparently, they’d hooked up after he got out of prison. We found some emails from her to both Breaker and Mud.”

“Why the fuck was she working for Slammer then?” I said, thinking that Misty was even nuttier than we’d imagined.

“Isn’t it obvious? She’s the rat we’ve been trying to flush out all along. Obviously she was working for us before Breaker died, to get information, and now she’s doing it for revenge. From the sound of her emails to Mud, the woman is looking for vengeance and will do whatever it takes to get it.”

I could hear Misty laughing all the way into the kitchen and it made my blood boil. “You tell Slammer yet?”

“Yeah, he’s pissed off but didn’t seem too surprised by what we’d found.”

“What do we do now?”

“He said he’s working on it. Just watch yourself around that sneaky whore.”

“Definitely. What about the others? What should we tell them?”

“Nothing. They might fuck everything up if they know what’s going on.”

“Good point.” The others meant well but some of them didn’t handle their liquor too well. If Misty got them drunk enough, she could pry anything out of them.

“I can’t believe that bitch has the audacity to come in here and pull this shit,” I said in a low voice.

“No shit. As far as I’m concerned, she’s just as responsible for Krystal’s death as Mud. She wants vengeance? She’s going to fucking get it.
Mine
. I’m all in this time, brother. Heads are going to roll.”

“I’m behind you, man. Whatever you and Slammer need me to do, I’m in, too. No questions asked.”

“I appreciate it,” he said and then sighed. “I just hope he comes up with something soon because I don’t know how much longer I can keep my cool. Especially now that we know what’s up.”

“No shit. I’d love to grab her by the hair, drag her out outside, and kick her ass to the curb.”

“I’d like to do more than that,” he mumbled.

“I’m sure you would. You on your way out here now?”

“Yeah. We should be there in about ten minutes or so.”

“Okay. See you soon.”

After we hung up, I finished up the dishes and walked back into the bar.

“Thanks for doing those,” said Misty, when she noticed me. “You saved the day.”

“No problem,” I answered, as cool as a cucumber. “Anything for Slammer’s customers.”

“You work up an appetite yet?” she asked. “Benny should be in soon. He starts at four.”

Benny was the short-order cook and made the best burgers in town. Most people stopped in for his food even more so than for the strippers. “Actually, I’m not sticking around. As soon as Tank gets here, I’m heading out.”

“Where are you off to?” asked Brandy, walking over to us.

“Got some shit to do. What time are you finished here?” I asked.

“Six.”

“You coming straight home?”

“I was planning on it.” Her eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“Adriana is coming over,” I replied, opening up my wallet. I took out a fifty dollar bill. “Why don’t you go to a movie or have dinner with one of your friends?”

“Oh, I get it – you don’t want me around when your ‘Old Lady’ comes over,” she said, her tone dripping with scorn.

“It would make things less awkward.”

For Adriana. I couldn’t care less, myself.

“Why is it so ‘awkward’, when there’s nothing going on between us?” she asked, shoving the money into the front pocket of her jeans.

“You know why, so quit being a fucking smartass,” I said, pulling the phone out of my jacket pocket. “Now, can you just give us some time alone? I’m only asking for a couple of hours.”

“Sure,” she said. “Are you calling her right now?”

“I’m thinking about it.” I looked up. “Why?”

“Just wondering.”

“Hey, Brandy, can you go and serve that table over there?” asked Misty as two new customers sat down. “While I go and have a quick smoke?”

“Sure.”

They both walked away and I called Adriana, wanting to hear her voice again. It bothered me that she’d been trying to avoid me the last couple of weeks, and yet, I’d allowed her to do it. That was my mistake and I wasn’t about to let it happen again, even if Brandy was pregnant with my child. Regardless of the outcome, Adriana was part of my future and the hell if I’d let anything come between us.

The phone went to voicemail. I left her a message and then a text, telling her how excited I was to see her later.