“I realized something though.”
“What’s that?” If she tells me she’s getting back with this motherfucker I’m going to lose it.
“I realized why Matt and I were never going to work. Why we never connected the way I wanted us to. He’s gay.”
“If he’s gay then why the fuck is he still sniffing around?”
“Well it took me a bit to work it out in my head once he left, but his dad owns an insurance company and he’s supposed to take it over. When he was at the apartment, he kept mentioning that he was hoping his dad would croak before we ever got married, but if I gave him an heir then his father would give him what he wants. They are really conservative and if they knew he was gay they’d cut him off. I was Matt’s cover. Now that he doesn’t have me…well you can work out the rest.”
“That’s some shit. How’d you get him to leave?”
“I kneed him in the nuts and ran to the bedroom and locked the door.”
“You aren’t staying there alone tonight. I don’t trust this pissant not to try something stupid. If he blames you for losing his chance at getting his father’s business he’s going to retaliate.”
“I don’t think Matt would really ever hurt me.” She frowns, and I can tell she thinks he might be that dumb to try it.
“You didn’t think he was gay for however many years either,” I point out.
She sighs and takes another drink. “No more Matt talk.” She shoves her chair back. “Let’s dance.”
“All right, darlin’.”
I take another swig of my beer and push my chair back. Rebel and Chelle are swaying to the music, and I lead Tina on the floor next to them. Dar and Dutch join us too. Tina’s head goes to my shoulder and this feels right. Like she belongs here with me.
Chapter 13
—Tina
Vegas holds me close as some old rock song hums through the speakers. A week or so ago I would’ve said there was no way in hell I’d be here. In the arms of a rough and tough tattooed biker who goes by the name Vegas. The more time I spend in his world, the more I feel I belong. Like this is exactly where I’m meant to be. I am still in shock that old scary man knew my mother. I thought for her there was only ever my father, but I know before she got with my dad, she was a bit on the wild side. Guess like mother like daughter.
“What are you thinking?” His husky voice grates in my ear and I smile.
“I’m thinking I’m ready for you to take me home to continue
what we started last night.” Last night we came so close to having sex but at the last minute I chickened out because I was afraid his Gramps would hear us.
His mouth stretches into a wide smile. “Sounds like a plan.” His hands move down my hips and lower until he gives my ass a squeeze. Our lips meet and he kisses me so sweet my teeth ache.
Vegas nods to his brothers, and I give them a small wave as he ushers me out the front door to where his motorcycle is parked. Before he hands me his helmet his arms go around my waist. Gazing deep into my eyes he has this soft expression on his face.
“What is it?”
“I’m really liking this.”
“And what’s this?” I press.
“You and me, Sweet Ass. I like the feel of you on the back of my bike. I like that you accept me as I am. You ask fifty fucking questions but don’t get pissy if I give answers you don’t like. You just roll with the flow of things. You fit into my world, and I want to keep you. I want to buy you a helmet.”
I don’t know why but the idea of that melts my heart.
“Well, I’m having a good time getting to know you and I like your world. It has my bestie in it,” I tease. Then I kiss him. His lips work against mine. Tongue gliding into my mouth. I’ve never been kissed the way this man kisses me. Like I matter. Like I’m wanted more than the air he breathes. It feels good.
My biker breaks away far too soon. “Come on.” He hands me the helmet. “If I don’t stop kissing you right now, I’m going to bend you over my bike, and your first time deserves to be better than that.”
“It’s a tempting offer.” I smirk and he shakes his head at me.
“Get on, Sweet Ass.”