We jumped right into the sack, before we learnt the comfort of holding hands.
But since I’ve met Beggar nothing about her is normal, easy. Nothing about this deep need I feel for her is normal either.
Then this guy comes and she’s smiling at him like he holds the keys to the moon, and she looks so fucking beautiful.
I wish she smiled at me like that. I clench my fist to my side, grinding my teeth together.
Killer must sense the tension because his eyes find mine and he gives me a chin lift. Letting me know he has her back.
I get the fuck out of there.
My boots cover the distance to the porch, where my brothers are waiting with grim faces.
I don’t keep eye contact with any of them.
The few pats on my back does help calm me somewhat.
It ain’t easy when a brother has a new woman. It’s a hell of a lot less when you don’t even know her name.
Most of these guys know how it is. Me? I’ve never had a relationship before Falon. Growing up as a biker then joining the navy didn’t allow me the time to have one.
My dad made me Prospect for a full year before I got patched in. By then I was too busy going to fucking war than to have time for dating.
So it isn’t a surprise when I say that I never dated a non-biker girl before Beggar.
Texas taps his hat as I pass him to go into the Clubhouse. I don’t need to look at the brother to know he’s keeping his eye on Killer and Beggar.
A few minutes later I’m in the kitchen preparing food for Aron.
It’s my day to cook, but Venus and Chadley handled the breakfast this morning since there is close to 40 bikers in the Clubhouse.
Good thing too, Chadley is an excellent cook, she runs The Pritz Corner, the club’s restaurant here in Kanla and will work in the nightclub once we open doors next month.
She’s also an emotional person, so when she’s in a mood, no food, no baking, nothing. And Chadley is going to be a wreck once we tell the women later today about Jade and Fal.
We’ll have to be stupid to think we can keep this tight lipped. Wisp will figure shit out soon enough, she always does and she won’t be quiet about it.
After and Mercy are already in the know but they’ve known all along.
I watch the omelet simmer.
The vibration from my pocket accompanied by the mute tone puts a smile to my face.
I switch off the stove and slip my iPhone out.
“What happened? Nurse MacDicksy ain’t doing it for you anymore? Or did you just fuck the dick outa her?”
The deep laugh on the other end is enough to make my entire fuckin’ week.
“Ha, ha. How’s my baby bro doin’, still fucking old Prez’s daughter.”
Thorn, my only blood brother has busted my balls from the time I told him about Falon.
He thought me dating her was the funniest thing I’ve ever done. I didn’t bust his nuts only because he was paralyzed after some pussy stabbed him in the back a few years ago.
He wasn’t sure who pushed the metal in his spine. Just that it was in Washington D. C and he was there for a pick up. It was hard to get revenge or find anything.
I looked for the first year, the whole club did but even with contacts I kept ending up with nothing.
The blue bloods just wanted the case closed and made a dead kid the prime suspect.
The evidence was reclusive.
I believe it was a professional job and I always suspected my brother knew more than he shared.
Which was what motivated him to get better, and the only reason why I never called him on it.
It’s a no brainer that he will seek revenge.
Unlike my dad and I who live and breathe the club my bro decided to venture on his own after he left the Air Force.
He started off as a bounty hunter and after a few short years and a fuck load of money, he opened an A-list Personal Investigation company.
I’m fucking proud to have him as my brother. I’ve always looked up to him growing up, he was my hero.
He practically raised me after mom left, not one day did he complain.
He asked me to join him years ago, but I always knew that I’ll end up with the club.
My brother knew it too, because he never asked me again.
“Nah man, I gotta new woman, she’s definitely the one, her names Beauty, can’t wait for you to hurry your ass up and meet her,” I say.
He’s so silent I look at my screen to make sure he hasn’t cut the call.
“Serious? You shitting me,” He laughs, and I know it’s real, it’s always real when Thorn laughs, “Jesus, she must be a fucking nun to have you dumping Falon’s ass. I bet she isn’t too happy about that.”
I flinch, and I’m glad he can’t see me do it.
“I haven’t told her yet, was waiting for her to get back from Barfa and break things down gently, but there’s some shit happening with the club and Beauty is in the middle of it.”
I don’t elaborate because he isn’t a member so I can’t tell him shit, and he doesn’t ask.
“And your woman’s okay with this?”
“Haven’t really gotten down to tell her.”
He groans, “Damnit Logan, that shit got doomsday disaster all over it. Dad know?”
“He will, come sunset.”
I hear the female voice in the background and I know his talk time is up.
“Don’t worry about it, you’ll be out before you know it.”
He grumbles, “That’s why I called asshole, not to listen to you dig your own grave. Doc is releasing me a week early. I’ll be home soon, was thinking of coming to Kanla. Marcel is running the company for me. I need you to get me a place.”
“Why don’t you stay in the Clubhouse?”
“I’m not cleaning no toilets!” We both laugh as we say our goodbyes and I’m a whole lot better with his news.
It’s not much time later that I hear Beggar come into the kitchen.
Her legs are making up the distance in a slow perusal toward me.
She’s nervous.
I’ve never seen her nervous before. It’s a first and shoot me if I’m not turned the hell on.
I’m standing by the oven making extra eggs for Aron and Venus but my eyes are trained on Beggar.
“You done with your family?” My question comes out casual but we both know it’s not.
“Yes, he’s my cousin, harmless if you family.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal.
Beggar is clueless about how sexy she looks when she lifts her shoulder.
Her fingernails form an invisible trail as she steps closer to me.
Her jeans shape her ass, hinting at her curves.
I’ve never known a pair of baggy jeans could be so sexy on a woman until I saw Beggar in one. Her black eyes capture all my restraint. Draining me of logical sense at just one stare.
I drop the spatula, put the stove off.
My feet take up the remaining distance in four long strides.
I grab her ass and I’m tongue deep in her fucking throat.
Her tits rub my t-shirt covered chest as I grind my cock close to her heat. And I’m glad I took my cut off before cooking.
I love how tall she is.
I love how my cock rubs her abdomen. She’s sensitive there.
I stop the kiss and place my forehead to hers, my breathing harsh,
“Tell me your name.” I’m not sure why I ask it, I’m not certain why I even say what I say next either.