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“Come on, let’s get out of here. We still have to get to the furniture store.” I want to get him out of her eyesight as quickly as possible. I can literally see his heart breaking in front of me and it makes me sad.
We get the carts to the others and unload them. I’m in a frenzy, the Tasmanian Devil’s got nothing on how fast I’m moving. Luna, feeling my anxiety, begins grabbing bags from the turn wheel faster, and before I know it, we’re jogging out of the store with a few employees tagging along and helping us tow them out to the trucks.
The best part of this trip? The store gave us a twenty percent discount once they learnedwhywe were buying so much. I make a note to do any shopping I need there because of their generosity. They also signed us up for their free baby of the month club for both Brooklynn and Luna’s peanut, which will send coupons for baby essentials.
In this economy, every little bit helps.
“You’re so deep,” I cry out as Xavier pounds into me from behind.
“Fuck yeah, I am,” he groans as he swivels his hips. “You gonna come for me, baby?”
“I’m coming,” I tell him as my pussy clamps down on his dick.
“Mine,” he growls as he empties his release into me. “Fuck, I love you, Demi.”
“I love you too, Xavier.”
“Feeling better?” he asks. “When you came through the doors earlier, your eyes had a wild, panicked look in them.”
“Yes, much better.” I sigh as my heart rate slows down. I turn over and tell him about McKenna and everything Risk told me. “I felt so bad for him, Xavier. The pain was so evident it made me sick to my stomach.”
“It was a bad time for the both of them. McKenna tried to stick it out and forgive him, but like a bad rash, it kept coming up and there were some volatile confrontations that turned physical. They became toxic for each other and eventually, she had enough and walked.”
“Can you blame her, Xavier? I bet every time she looked at him all she could see was him with another woman. He’s lucky she didn’t cut off his dick after he did that. How did she find out he was with someone else?”
He humorlessly chuckles before saying, “She was our designated pickup driver. She came a little early to spend some time with him after she got off shift and watched him walk across the street to the motel with the chick. She waited to see if he wasonly escorting her there, but after forty minutes passed, she got suspicious and went to check it out.”
“She walked in on them?” I ask, stupefied.
A dark growl leaves his chest as he mutters, “The dumbass left the door unlocked so she went right on through it. I don’t need to give you a play-by-play of what she saw, but let’s just say, it was more than obvious what the two were doing.”
“I bet that was traumatic for her. And what do you mean she got off shift, I thought y’all were nomadic back then,” I inquire.
“We were. But we had to eat and put gas in our tanks, so we all took jobs that paid under the table. She was working at a laundromat at the time, and they locked the doors at one in the morning. She always took the later shifts because they paid more. Which we thought worked out perfectly because she could get us back to our motel safely.”
“Did y’all have a car?” I continue with my line of questioning. These are things we’ve never thought to talk about and I like that I’m learning more about him as well as the men during this conversation.
He nods his head, answering, “We had a beater van that followed us from site to site. It carried the things our bikes couldn’t. McKenna was usually the one driving it for us. She’s a good woman, Demi. A good friend and she was a good old lady to Risk.”
“Tell me more about your time on the road,” I plead, running the tips of my finger across his muscles.
For the next hour, he tells me more about Risk and McKenna plus some of the things they did while living the wild life. I’mglad I didn’t come into the picture until after they settled, I would’ve gotten in a boatload of trouble had we met before we did. I was wild myself during that time frame, so I know I would have a record by now if I’d followed them around and partied with them.
We fall asleep during the early morning hours, but by the time we do, I feel closer to him than I did before we fell into bed.
I wish I had a magic wand or a time machine so I could go back and change things for my friend, but he made his own bed so I guess he’ll have to continue to lie in it. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to fix this for him, but I don’t have any idea about how I could go about smoothing the way so he could reconcile with the love of his life.
I hope one day they can both find peace and move forward, either with or without each other.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
CONAN
Weavingmy way through the clubhouse, I have two things on my mind that I want to do. One, I want to check on the kids, and two, I need to lay eyes on my brother. I’m betting he hit the bottle pretty hard last night after seeing McKenna after all this time.
Guilt is a fucking bitch and Risk has that in waves. The devastation he and McKenna went through was felt far and wide by all of us. Nowadays, we do everything within our power to keep the two in separate states. Which raises the question, what the hell is McKenna doing in these parts? She’s from Virginia, so she’s a long way from home.
