“We can stop over for one more night.”
“And have Faye accuse me of being delayed because I’m fucking around on her?No thanks.”The truth is, I don’t trust myself to spend another night alone in a room with Jessika and not make another pass at her.She doesn’t need that right now and I’m a married man.I need to act like it.Faye’s name tattooed across my finger itches in reminder.I made a promise.Gave my word to cherish and honor her as my ol’ lady.
I’ve never been tempted to break that vow until now.
Until Jessika.
“Faye’s a bitch,” he mutters under his breath, but I hear it all the same.
“Watch it.”I can call my woman a bitch all I want to.When someone else does it, that’s a different story.That’s an ass kicking.He’s lucky I’m concentrating on staying upright.
“Then why isn’t she on the back of your bike?”
I pop another acid reducer, ignoring his question.I wish I knew the answer to that.“Let’s ride.”
“One day, your pride is going to kill you.”Gray shakes his head but falls in line.
“You’ve got a little something on your mouth.”I grin and swipe my thumb under Jessika’s bottom lip.
She swallows hard, her baby blues scorching me with confusion.“Thanks.”
I wet my lips and am tempted to lick the powder from my thumb, but am afraid it will cause another reaction in my stomach.“No problem.”
“You sure you’re okay?Do you need me to ride with someone else?”
“No,” I snap out the word a bit too harshly.“You ride with me.”I wipe my hand on my pant leg and help her fasten her helmet.
She starts to say something but stops short.
Back on my Road King, she wraps her arms around my center, squeezing too tight for comfort with the way my stomach is grumbling.“Hands up here.”I wrap a hand around one of her wrists and position her grip around my ribs.
Once more, we ride out in formation, not stopping again until we need to refuel and stretch our legs.
My stomach finally stopped rumbling about an hour ago.I think I’m through the worst of it.
While Jessika has lunch with the rest of my crew, I go over the tail end of our ride with my Road Captain, Caves.I want to avoid the road construction in Oklahoma, but taking the back roads could cost us as much time.Back in the mid 90s, my old man held the position.I remember him spreading maps out on the dining room table.Shit wasn’t as easy as it is today with the click of an app.That was before we patched in to be Kings.Back then, our club was smaller, but as our business grew and the risks became greater, the need to patch into the Kings became necessary.They had the reputation and connections we needed to expand into what we are today.
And with that came my marriage to Faye.We started out as club business, but then there was a time I thought we shared something real.
Speaking of the fucking she-devil.
My cell buzzes with a call from Faye.
“Yo.”I pick up on the second ring.
“What’s this bullshit about you having some skank riding bitch?”
“Tell you about it when I see you.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me, Woods.You better give me one good reason why I should still be here when you drag your sorry ass home.”
“I will.When I see you.”
“You roll up here with another woman riding with you and we’re through.”
“I don’t have time for one of your temper tantrums.Told you we’d talk when I get there.”I hang up before we both say some shit we will regret.She’s not pissed about Jessika.All she’s worried about is what others might say about her.If she was that fucking concerned, she should have come with me.
Maybe then I wouldn’t have fucked someone else.
