Precarious

Oh yes, he is.

His cock pulses over and over, until there’s nothing left. When I’m done, I get off him, wiping my mouth and smirking at him. I pull my clothes back on and walk towards the door.

“Ash, don’t you fuckin’—”

He doesn’t get to finish because I swing the door open. He pulls a blanket over himself with a curse. Penny stares down at him, then looks to me. I give her a smile, and step past her. “Later, Krypt.”

Then I disappear down the hall.

It’s only when I’m alone that I let my hurt shine through. I lift my hand and drive it into a nearby wall with a yell.

Goddammit.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I hear Krypt’s bellow before I see him.

I’m sitting with the guys in the bar. Tyke has been chatting to me for the last hour or so, and Ray and Grimm have been feeding me drinks. I like these guys. Their old ladies have been interacting with me, too, which is odd. There are only three of them, but they seem to keep to themselves in the sheds most of the time.

I think at first they’d thought I was a whore.

Sara, Indi and Petra belong to Grimm, Zaid and Rhyder. I haven’t had the chance to get to know Zaid and Rhyder, but I do know Grimm. His old lady, Sara, is a really nice girl. She’s in her thirties, and has a super sweet nature. I’m glad to be speaking to some of them and getting to know the club, considering I’ve been here a week now.

“That bellow sounded somewhat like your name.” Tyke smirks.

“That broody motherfucker can suck my—”

Krypt bellows again; definitely my name. I smirk and lean back against the bar, waiting for him to show. He does, his face wild with anger and his fists balled. He storms over, stopping in front of me.

“Evening, Beau.” I grin.

“Don’t you fuckin’ evening me. Stand up. We are going to talk.”

“Ah, no.”

“Ah, fucking yes.”

He doesn’t give me a choice. He leans down, shoving his shoulder into my stomach and lifting me up. I squeal and slap his back. He charges through the house and out the door. He takes me down to one of the sheds before setting me on my feet and barking at the few lingering bikers. “Get out.”

They all stand with muttered curses, and leave.

Then Krypt spins to me.

“What the fuck were you thinkin’?”

“Excuse me?” I snap. “Me? What were you thinking?”

“I’ve spent the last fuckin’ hour calming Penny down, because she was beside her-fucking-self.”

“No offence, Krypt, but if you didn’t want to do it then you shouldn’t have.”

He leans in close. “What I do is my business. If I wanted everyone to know I was fucking you, I would have taken you out and done it in front of them.”

Ouch.

“If you’re so ashamed of the fact that you’re fucking me, then why are you doing it? If you don’t want Penny to know, then you shouldn’t be sticking your dick in me.”

He growls. “She matters to me.”

I get in his face. “Obviously not enough, because as I recall, your cock was inside my mouth when she was at the door and you came, hard.”

He snarls, baring his teeth at me. “I told you to stop.”

“And I didn’t want to!”

“She matters to me,” he roars. “I never wanted her to see me like that. I asked you to stop. You should have fuckin’ stopped.”

“So you could have dumped me on my ass and run out to her?” I laugh bitterly.

“Exactly,” he snarls. “Because she means something to me, and you fuckin’ don’t.”

Slapping me would have hurt less than those words.

My head spins and tears burn in my eyes.

I wish there was something I could say, but there’s a knot deep in my chest that is stopping me from breathing normally.

Krypt’s eyes soften just slightly, and I know he realizes what he said was harsh, but the thing about saying something is that you can’t take it back. I turn, walking towards the door.

“Ash, don’t you fuckin’ . . .”

I spin around, my eyes wild. “Here’s something for you, Krypt. Go and fuck yourself, because I sure as hell won’t be doing it again.”

I shove through the door, running towards my safe place—the trees. When I get to them, I slide down a trunk, not caring that it scratches my back. I drop my head and struggle for air. I should have known better. I was never meant to be here, and now I know why. I sob loudly.

I want to go home.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

I sit out there in the cold for a solid few hours.

Then I know I have to go back. There is nowhere for me to run. I can’t go into the wilderness at night, because that’s risking my life, and I won’t do that. So, I do the only thing I can. I get up, take a deep breath, square my shoulders and walk back into the house.

The bikers are in full swing when I get inside. There are half-naked girls, beers being shoved around, and laughter filling the small space. I walk straight past them, heading towards the hall. A hand lashes out and grips my hip as I pass, and I look down to see Maddox with his hand on me.

“Let me go, Maddox.”

He tilts his head to the side. “What crawled up your ass and—”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, because I shove my hands on his chest and shove him back. “Do not finish that sentence. I have had about enough of you bikers for a lifetime.”