“Good.You’re a woman in a man’s world, but never let them forget you hold all the power right here.”She grabs her crotch.“Don’t look at me like I’m crazy.Behind every powerful man is either his mother or his woman.And stay the fuck away from the ones that have those weird ass moms.”
“What do you mean weird ass moms?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never met those mommy’s boys that are still attached to the apron strings.”
“The what?”
“That might as well be still sucking on mommy’s titty because they don’t make a decision without her input.And if she hates you…shit.Your life will be hell and trust me, they don’t like anyone.”
“Got it.I’m still married and my life is too up in the air for me to be worried about men and their mothers.”I’m only worried about a wife murdering me in my sleep.
“Jess.Can I call you Jess?”
“Sure.”
“We have a lot of hot single bikers around here.Trust me.You’re going to be thinking about it sooner than you think.”
My belly does a dip and my heart drops to my feet.There’s one man that’s not single.Woods is married, but I can’t stop thinking about him.He has a great fucking smile, and he makes me laugh.Too bad he’s a cheating asshole.
But doesn’t that make me a cheater, too?I’m married, same as Woods.Even if I hate my spouse, I’m a cheater and no better than Thad or Woods.
“Damn, that was fast.”
“What?”
“Where did you go to just now?Someone is on your mind.”Her deep red lips tip into a full grin.“You like someone.”
“No.”
“You don’t have to tell me who, but I know the men around here better than most.In ways a lot don’t.I’m not bragging.Only stating facts.If you like one of them…” She lifts her right shoulder.“Then I may know something to help or steer you clear from a total player.”
“I don’t know any of them well enough to like them.”
“You spent a few days on the back of Woods’ bike.You slept in his motel room.A woman knows within the first five minutes of meeting someone if she’d fuck them.It’s basic biology and chemistry, babes.It’s who we are as a species.We were designed to seek out a partner and procreate.And I’ve heard that he and his wife made a deal when they got together.Whatever he does on the road stays on the road.Or in some cases who he does, but I’m guessing since you’re here, you didn’t fuck him.”She studies my face, but I do my best not to react.
“Does he screw around behind her back often?”
“I’ve never seen it for myself, but he wouldn’t be the first biker to cheat.”
Or the first wife.I keep the thought to myself.
What does it say about me that the same night I left my husband, I fucked another man without a second thought?I should regret my night with Woods and yet I don’t.
I more than liked sex with him.
He’s the best I’ve ever been with.
How am I going to bear staying here?Seeing him and his wife.Seeing him be with his wife, knowing that he’s been inside me.Was he thinking of her when he was fucking me?Will he think of me when he fucks her?
My head is so fucked.
Evil men want me dead.
And all I can think about is the way I felt when Woods smiled his stupid smile at me and called me butterfly.
The same smile he probably gives to his wife.
I’m so going to hell.
