“Come on, Hannah, just admit that you want to.” Arrogance and certainty come off him in waves.
“No, I don’t,” I snort.
River purposely blinking eyes call my words shit. Arrogant prick.
“Baby, you’ve been askin’ for it since you came trotting those sexy legs over here. And then screamin’ for it when you blushed fifteen fucking shades of red when I asked you out and now look at you. You can’t even keep still, can you? Tell me something, Hannah banana.”
“What?” My arms cross under my braless breasts, as blunt fingers dig into my rib cage as I swallow hard.
I’m not liking where this conversation is going. I know when I’m getting in too deep, and this conversation is going into dark and unknown territory. I sum up enough courage to look the biker straight in his eyes.
The glint in his heated stare can be seen from the few feet of space between him and I.
Following his hot look is awareness and simple fact, I’m the only one blinded by unknown territory.
River knows precisely where he is steering me, and like any naive woman that has gotten in his sights even if it’s just for a night, I walked right into it.
“How long since you’ve been fucked? I’m betting it’s been a hell of a long fuckin’ time, hasn’t it?” Boy does his words confirm it.
I know my mouth gaps open, I feel it. I have to close it and open then close it again before I scowl. I’m not only affronted, but the blush creeping up my neck is the exact answer this arrogant and way too knowledgeable biker wants to hear.
It’s a shameful thing admitting to myself that I haven’t been fucked in a long time. The truth is, after Landon, no guy has held my interest beyond a day. Those days were two, one with Raine Donovan, the local hot chef. He was my poor attempt at a relationship.
When my colleague, Lisle Donelly, who might I add is fifty-eight, stated that she was getting fucked four times a week, I needed to know if I still had what it took.
It didn’t end well.
Nearly a year and a half after that was the town playboy Deputy Gregory Deane, Kanla’s deputy sheriff.
He wasn’t anything to sneeze about, blond hair, light brown eyes with a rippled six-pack was something women drooled over alone, add in the badge, and who could blame me? Both men wanted more, but I wasn’t even remotely interested.
They were too gentle for my tastes, neither fucked me, just treated me like something easily broken, soft, and sweet. I didn’t mind soft but sweet, and I never really seen eye to eye.
Landon, on the other side, well, I loved sex with Landon. He was the best man by far that I have ever been with. I never got bored in my brief marriage, nor did he ever leave me unsatisfied. I wasn’t even aware that women could also fake an orgasm during that period of my life.
I only found that out when I started working for DJ. Well, I found out all kinds of things working at The Lick night club.
For instance, a big sexy biker like River will more than be able to measure up to any man. The only difference between the two will be River will easily walk away.
There will be no room for anything permanent, well not from a thirty-year-old single parent with stretch marks on her ass and belly.
“I am going to pretend you didn’t just ask me that.” My voice hitches in the end, and I’m not even sure why.
“Jake Stiles, is that you?” I turn around at the soft voice of Lauren Anderson coming from next door.
The girl is like two years younger than me, but she looks a lot less than twenty-seven in her denim shorts and a white tank top.
She is the town’s beauty, and though I haven’t lived here my whole life, everyone in town knows about Jake Stiles and the vision he left behind, Lauren Anderson.
They are one of the ‘it’ couples in Kanla, ‘they were meant to be’ is what most folks around here always say when the two are brought up in conversation.
Which is usually when Lauren is in earshot to hear the whole thing. I feel sorry for her, she seems lost and so sad.
Question is why did he leave? Who would leave a girl like Lauren behind?. No one knows why the guy left Kanla, but he hasn’t been back for years. But he is back now.
I watch River, who is staring at Lauren, stunned, speechless, and I see the love in his eyes for the girl. She is his, and he still belongs to her. It’s now that I know I should get going.
A small smile creeps up on me at how laughable this is. River just asked me out.
For a second, I considered going. I’m a thirty-year-old divorced single mother, no way am I even on the radar.
I’m not a plain Jane. I can’t even think that, because Jo looks so much like me. My kid is gorgeous, calling myself anything dull will be insulting my kid. And I know it will be a lie.
I never disliked what I saw in the mirror, even when my hair is messy and my skin sticky, but I’m no Lauren. I don’t have purple eyes, and I wasn’t born with red hair that most women have to get in a box.
Nor would I ever be short with thin, toned legs and a flat belly and perfectly proportioned tits. I’m tall, I wear a size eight on a good month, and my breasts were never more prominent than a C, and that was when I breastfed for six months.
Lauren is perfect, that will never be me. I’m happy with that knowledge. She is a great girl and deserves to be perfect on the outside too.
Doesn’t mean I don’t get offers, I get a lot. Some guys like my curves. I have a great ass. I just haven’t met a guy worth taking that step with.
Once bitten and twice shy is no made-up shit statement. Landon Bennet ruined me for other men. Not only was the guy gorgeous and successful, but he was a great lover.
I’m no fool to believe just any guy can give me that. I’m not going to waste my time.
Unfortunately, I know the biker in front of me wouldn’t be wasting my time. By the way, he is peering at the beautiful Lauren. It’s clear, I would’ve just wasted his.
No way would I ever hold a candle to Lauren. It’s a sad day when a woman has to admit that she just got shit luck. I would’ve gone out with him, we both know it. And I would’ve opened my legs wider than he wanted it and just as quickly, and that too, we both know.
Too bad fate came to play and brought his true love.
I’m sure in the future they would have one great story to tell their kids. Who knows, maybe I’ll still be around then.
My smile increases when the younger silent biker smacks River’s head, snapping him out of his trance. I feel a longing and sadness that I just lost something important. But, I straighten my shoulders aware that I have been dismissed, and don’t bother with goodbyes or pleasantries as I head on back to my humble abode.