“Why is that?”
“I dunno. Sprinkles are for winners, I guess.” She laughs. “Plus, who doesn’t like sprinkles?”
I can imagine some sprinkles on her tits. And licking them off.
Fuck, that isn’t helping my boner.
I nod, grabbing a glazed one.
“Did you always want to be a sheriff?”
She takes a big bite and nods like it’s a no-brainer.
“Did you always want to be in a motorcycle club?”
I stop mid-chew, the turn in conversation making me uncomfortable. I like her, but I have to tread lightly with how much she knows about the club. She knows a lot from my record, but what she doesn’t know may turn her off. What she doesn’t know is what’s going to destroy her innocent soul. It’s why I don’t have one anymore.
“I mean, I know it runs in your family, but did you ever want to do something else?” My shoulders tense, the thought of telling law enforcement anything besides ‘fuck off’ pounding in the back of my head.
Everything I’ve done in the last twelve hours is suddenly weighing heavy on my mind. I knew what I was doing, but I continued to fuck Jillian as if I were fucking the betrayal and guilt right out of us both.
“Not really, no.” I swallow, my whole body tensing. Bitches know better than to ask me shit. I feel uncomfortable, angry that Jillian’s asking.
“Hmm. Interesting.”
“Look, we can’t talk about the MC, or my life surrounding it.” I spit it out like it is, and her face snaps to mine, sprinkles sticking to her lips. I’m being a dick, I know, but it’s how it’s gotta be.
“Um, yeah okay,” she mutters, setting the donut down.
My phone rings, saving me from the awkwardness I caused.
Bending down, I pull it from my pants pocket and answer it.
“Sup?”
“Brother, where are ya?”
I look at Jillian. “Out, why? What’s up?”
“Uncle was looking for you. I think he got wind a cop arrested you yesterday.”
“Shit,” I hiss. “Alright, I’ll be there in a bit.”
“Later.”
Placing my phone down, I grab my clothes and start putting them back on.
“I gotta go,” I inform her.
She jerks the sheet to cover her body. This morning took a dive into awkward quickly.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I grab my cut.
“I’ll, um, see you around.” My voice comes off unsure. If I’m smart, I won’t come back. If I had a heart, I would never text her again.
She flips her hair over her shoulder and pins me with brown eyes. “Yeah, okay. Sure.” She smiles.
Don’t fucking smile, I don’t deserve it.
I want to say something else, but the best I can do is just get the fuck out of here before I make things worse.
“Later, Rookie.”
JILLIAN
My body is sore, my thighs screaming with overuse. I really hope I don’t have to chase anyone tonight, because I don’t think I could run to the mailbox let alone jump any fences.
Last night was so amazing, almost too good to be true. Waking up this morning, I think it was too good to be true. Zeek seemed off, like he didn’t know how to get out of here quick enough. Did I let him in too easily? Was he only in it for the chase? I should have played harder to get.
I let my head hang in my hands, cursing myself for being so weak.
ZEEK
Walking into the club, I see a bunch of the guys sitting around the bar, some with orange juice and eggs, and some already dipping into the booze. My Aunt Carola is setting plates of warm food down in front of the guys. Her long, dark hair is pulled up into one of those clippy things. She’s curvy, and not afraid to tell you how it is. A lot of the guys call her the house ma, because she takes care of us all. She is my dad’s sister and has a daughter named Nicoletta, who’s very pretty and has the men falling to their knees for her. She’s my family, so of course I put them all in check real fucking quick.
“Ah, my favorite nephew decided to grace us with his presence today, yeah?” she smarts, her Italian accent thick. I have a slight accent—or so I’ve been told—but it’s only because I’m around it so much; it’s hard not to pick up. “You look like shit. Where you been?”
I smirk, sitting down at the bar.
“Where’s Tinker?” I question. I could use a random fuck; I need to remind myself of where I belong. Maybe then I can get my head out of my ass and stop fucking a sheriff. My dick shrivels just thinking about fucking Tinker after the night I had with Jillian. I rub my palms over my face. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“How am I supposed to know? She was here earlier.” She places her hand on her hip. “Where did she get that black eye?”
Spooning in a mouthful of eggs, anger replaces my hunger.
“I’m going to handle it.”
“Mm. I’m sure you will, baby.” She pats my arm and walks away.
Felix sits down next to me, Aunt Carola giving him a plate.
“Where is Uncle Frank?”
“I don’t know, haven’t seen him since I called you.”