Maybe then I wouldn’t want to fuck them again and again.
Chapter Five
Afteracoupleofdays of travel and over fifteen-hundred-miles we’ve reached our destination.KOAMC Arkansas is a far cry from Big Daddy’s mansion back in Anarchy.Nestled between the trees on a winding country road on gated property sits a white three-story farmhouse with a wraparound porch that serves as the clubhouse and where I’ll be staying for the unforeseeable future.The second Woods cuts his bike off, there’s a gorgeous coppery redheaded woman strutting off the porch and toward us looking like she’s ready to fight.
Maybe she knows about us and is coming to kick my ass.Fists clenched, wearing an angry scowl, she marches up to Woods while I remove my helmet.The woman who I presume is his wife takes one look at me, curling her top lip before she jumps into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck as she covers his face in kisses, marking her territory.
He kisses her back, and I can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy slicing through me.Heat burns across the back of my neck as my cheeks redden at the scene.His rough tattooed hand curves to her cheek as he deepens the kiss.
It’s indecent and sexy.He looks at her like I imagined Thad looked at me.With love and lust.It’s how Woods looked at me the other night when he fucked me.
Does he even care that he’s hurt me?
Judging by the way he’s looking at her, probably not.
All my life I’ve starved for attention.
Today is no different.
This is what it feels like to be the other woman.
Shitty.
Guilty.
Used.
Thrown to the side.
“Welcome home, handsome.”
“Thanks, baby.”
If I was a terrible person, I’d tell her how he called me that when he came inside me.
I smile to myself, imagining the look on his face when I out him to her for being a cheating prick as I stare at my shoes.A pair of black leather boots that belong to Big Daddy’s niece, Lucie.Another reminder that I have nothing of my own.Not a home.Not my clothes.Not a man.
Scratch that.I don’t need a man.
But I thought I wanted one.
That maybe despite the bad that maybe Woods would be my silver lining like Big Daddy has been for Gwynee.
I’ve always been a daydreamer.
One day I’ll find my happy.
I don’t regret escaping Thad, but I’m an outsider.I don’t exactly belong here and judging by the look Wood’s wife shot my way, I’m not welcome.
Not that I can blame her.Does she know?Did he tell her?Is that why he was arguing with someone over the phone?
“Come on.”Low grabs my hand and tugs me toward the house and away from Woods and his wife.“I’ll give you the tour.”
I glance back at Woods as his sister urges me on, talking fifty miles a second.His dark eyes bore into me as he squeezes his wife’s ass.My heart seizes in my chest.I don’t know if I’m envious, but seeing them together shouldn’t make me feel as though I’ve lost something I never had to begin with.I break our connection first, attempting to focus on what Low is telling me, reminding myself I said it would be as though we never happened.
“The house was built in the 1920s.It’s been in our family since they settled in the area,” she prattles on going over the history of the property and how it became the clubhouse in the 90s when their Uncle Hoss was the President.She points him out.The older guy sitting at the opposite end of the porch smoking a pipe.
The entrance of the house is wallpapered with old newspaper clips.Articles written about motorcycle clubs.Ads for motorcycle parts.Past the entryway is a bar in what I’m assuming was once the living and dining rooms.Off to the left is a hallway that goes to a bathroom and other unmarked rooms.
