Well, if he isn’t here, he must not be that damn worried about me being arrested. I sure as hell ain’t looking for him.
“I’m going to go change,” I state, pushing my plate forward.
“You done, hun?”
“Yeah, it was great. Thanks, Aunt Carola.”
“You need more. You don’t eat enough.” She grabs my plate and turns toward the kitchen.
“Aunt Carola, I eat plenty. I’m full.” I chuckle. She is always mothering me, telling me I need to eat more, go to church more.
She ignores me, walking into the kitchen.
I head down the hall, knowing I have a clean shirt in one of the rooms. Saves me a trip from going all the way up to my place.
Stepping into my room, I grab a black Sin City Outlaws shirt from the hanger and pull my cut off.
“There you are.”
Glancing over my shoulder, Dolly is standing in the doorway, wearing something slutty as usual, trailing her finger along the doorframe.
“What?” I respond dryly.
“You’re usually one of the first ones here in the morning. Where were you?”
I snort. “Like that’s any of your damn business.” Pulling my shirt over my head, I turn and glare at her. “Why’d you put your hands on Tinker?”
Her lips purse, trying to hide a devious smile. It pisses me off; her taking control over something she had no damn right to has me seeing red.
Stepping forward, I grab her arm, jerking her forward to get her attention.
“If you put your hands on another member of this club, you’ll be out, banned. Do you understand?”
Yanking her arm from my grip, she scowls, her eyes glossing over. “Well, aren’t we the one to take the moral high road.”
Her gaze flicks to my shoulder and her mouth falls open.
“Is that a fucking hickey?” Her eyes widen, her nostrils flaring. Looking down, I see a small purple circle. The image of Jillian coming so hard, so delirious with the pleasure my cock was giving her, she tried to hide it by latching her mouth onto my shoulder.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Dolly whispers. She tried to kiss me before, tried to lick and suck on my skin, and I turned all the attention where I needed it most—my dick. Told her I wasn’t about getting that physical or emotional with anyone. I didn’t even give it a second thought with Jillian.
“Get it straight, Dolly. We fucked. We aren’t lovers, we ain’t shit. I keep having to say this to you, and it’s getting old fast.”
Swiping my hands through my hair, my eyes bear down on her. “Us fucking doesn’t give you any claim on anything. You will apologize to Tinker, or get the fuck out.” I point to the door, and tears fall from Dolly’s eyes.
“You’re a fucking asshole.”
“That’s what I hear.” I side-step her and head down the hall.
She follows me, yelling at the top of her lungs, “You’re an asshole! What did I do to you, huh? I have done everything you asked for and more!” All the guys stop their chit-chat, and Aunt Carola rolls her eyes.
Having enough of the drama, I stop and turn toward the bitch. “That’s just it, Dolly, you’re too easy. I need someone with a little more fight, a fucking equal. We had fun. I told you before you crawled into my bed that we were fucking, that was it. You got it twisted in your head that you could… I don’t know, fix me, make me change my mind. That’s on you!” I roar, pointing at her in anger.
Dolly scoffs, crossing her arms. “You’ll be coming back to me. You watch.”
I point at my head, conveying how fucked-up this chick is. “Unbelievable.”
“Alright, Dolly, let’s go. I think you’ve caused enough of a scene today,” Mac interferes, wrapping his arm around Dolly’s waist before escorting her back down the hall.
“What kind of candy are you sticking your dick in, brother? Seems all the bitches want a taste of it.” Bones chuckles.
“You always did attract the crazy ones,” Aunt Carola adds, shaking her head.
“She’ll find another mattress to warm, I’m sure,” I state.
“I think that girl has a sex addiction and enough insecurities to fill the cavernous vagina she’s sportin’,” Aunt Carola spits, shaking her head. Felix nearly shoots orange juice out of his nose from laughing so hard.
“What the hell, Ma?” Bones chuckles, pushing his plate of eggs forward with a disgusted face.
“I don’t know where she comes up with this shit.” I shake my head with a raised brow.
JILLIAN
The day has been long, but thankfully uneventful. If I move just right, I can feel the ache between my thighs that was caused by Zeek. It’s both an amazing reminder and one that brings guilt. It’s bittersweet. When I’m with him, it’s as if nothing outside of the walls that confine us matters. He’s not the bad guy, and I’m not the good girl. We are just us, totally lost in one another. But as soon as I step outside of that safe box, reality hits me and guilt riddles my mind.