Night Sky (Satan's Sinners MC Book 3) (11 page)

We stay up here for a while longer, enjoying the view and not wanting to leave each other. When we finally do come back down, Crazy Girl took her home because I’m not ready to have her back on my bike. I went and laid in my bed, feeling good about our conversation and wondering how well this whole friendship business is gonna go.

★★★

It’s been a week since we had our conversation and I’m kicking myself in the ass for saying we could be friends. What the hell was I thinking when I said that shit? Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me? I can't be friends with her. Every time I'm around her, I wanna touch her or kiss her. My cock grows hard just thinking about all the things I wanna do to Ever.

Thinking about pushing her into the wall and sinking so deep inside her, it takes away everything from both of us. Sad thing is, I know it would take every bit of the pain, anger, and hurt that both of us have left. It would be gone, just like that. I can't fall back into her though, if I did and she decided to leave again, I wouldn't survive it a second time.

To say it's been awkward would be an understatement. When she’s around, I have to push the whores off of me, which isn't making them very happy. Ever and I smile and wave at each other, but it’s mostly in passing, we haven't even been able to stay in the same vicinity for any certain amount of time. The sexual tension is suffocating and I'm a broody sonofabitch. I am pretty confident in saying that we both of us are feeling it, along with everyone else that's around us

If we’re in the same space for any length of time, she stays on one side of the bar, talking to the girls or playing with the kids, while I stay on the other.

★★★

Here I am again at the pool tables, watching her and waiting for Daphne to show up to meet with Hanger. She looks beautiful today, with her hair down and wearing an oversized gray sweater with a black skull on it, paired with black leggings and black boots. She has that smile on her face that I fell in love with, as she shakes from laughter at the kids.

She is holding Damien, Hanger and Zoey's son, and it pulls at my heartstrings every time I see her with them or holding one. I can't help but to think how great of a mom she would’ve been to the kids we were supposed to have.

The clubhouse door opens and in walks Daphne. She spots me and walks right over while smiling and waving. I sneak a look at Ever to see if she is watching, not hoping she will be jealous, just that this is really uncomfortable between us.

Sure enough, she is, and she has a dumbfounded look to her and I’m pretty sure I will be doing some damage control later. Right now though, I have club business to take care of, so I pull out my pen and paper, asking Daphne if she is ready to do this. She gives me a nod so I lead her towards the hallway. I get one last look in at Ever and she is furious, with eyes glaring and biting the inside of her cheek. She always did that if she was pissed or irritated about something.

We get to Hanger's office and I knock on the door, then we stand waiting for him to come answer. When he does, he ushers us inside and we both sit in the seats across from his. He goes behind his desk, taking his seat, then starts speaking and signing,
“You must be Daphne. It's nice to meet you.”

They shake hands before he asks,
“Do you know why we are here today?”

He doesn't let me miss out on anything as he signs her part of the conversion.

It's nice to meet you too, Hanger, and I have an idea so why don't you tell me? Before you start, I want you to know that I will listen to what you have to say, but I'm not making any promises.

“I understand.”
He leans his chair back before adding,
“It seems my brothers, Hunter and Writer, think you might be interested in doing some business with us.”

I jump in,
We've been coming to your shop for the last year and we’ve brought in a lot of money for you. We could bring in so much more if you do this deal with us.
Hanger relays to her what I had to say, and I can see the wheels turning in her head.

Hanger starts in before she has a chance to say anything.
“It's a win-win for the both of us.”

She finally responds.
How is it a win win? I’ll have to give up a piece of my business to a man. I did this on my own and I told myself I would never be dependent on any man again. Then here you come, wanting a piece of it.

“Daphne, I don't wanna take anything. The business will still be all yours. I just want it to look like the club is a silent partner with twenty-five percent invested. That way, it looks legit. If I get our money going through there, you make the twenty-five percent off top, plus another ten percent of what comes through. I will have no part in your shop. I get the tattoos, I don't give 'em.”

Hanger gives it to Daphne straight, then laughing at his own stupid joke at the end. I look over to her and I can see she is working the numbers in her head.

Daphne plays it cool.
Give me some time to think on it before I decide for sure. Is there any chance I could get in trouble for this?

“I'll give you some time, but we need an answer soon or we will be looking into other places. Isn't there always a chance when it involves something illegal? I can tell you that my brothers and I would keep you out of it. On your side, it will all look legal.”

Hanger tries to sell her on the idea some more, but putting pressure on her also. He doesn't know it's not necessary, I can read people like a book and this chick is in.

She gives him a nod as she stands, sticking out her hand for him to shake. I assume they tell each other their goodbyes and that they will be in touch. I stand with them and walk her out and back to the bar. I see Ever still sitting with the kids, but now Bear and Jacey's two are there as well. I walk Daphne to her car and before she gets in, she motions for my pen and paper.

Daphne
: She didn't look too happy about me being here.

Writer
: Yeah, I noticed. I gotta talk to her. We're in a weird place right now.

Daphne
: What do you mean? Does she know about the tattoo?

Writer
: I got the bright idea to tell her we could be friends and no, she doesn't know about the tattoo.

Daphne
: You're a fucking idiot sometimes, Writer. You could never be just friends with that girl.

Writer
: I know. I need to make sure she's alright. I'll see you later.

She hands me back the paper, gets in and shuts her door, then pulls away as I make my way back in to settle this situation. I walk over to Ever and sign,
Can I talk to you for a minute?

Nodding her head, she gets up and goes over, letting Crazy Girl know someone needs to sit with the kids. I place my hand on her lower back and guide her to my room. Her stiffness at my touch hasn't gone unnoticed.

After my door is shut, I turn to her and I notice she keeps looking at my bed. I wave my hand in front of her face to get her attention. When I have it, I ask,
Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

She starts fidgeting so I know she is lying. That's one thing about her and Zoey, they are both shit liars.

Don't lie to me. What's wrong?

Fine. I don't know how to do this friend shit with you. Seeing you with other women makes me jealous. Daphne is so much more your type, with her tattoos and piercings. I don't like this. I hate feeling this way. If this is your payback, it worked, okay? I hate being in here. I keep looking at the bed, wondering how many women you have had in it, in our bed. I can't do this anymore. Just let me go and I won't come back to the clubhouse anymore.

Her tears begin to fall. All this shit is making her feel insecure. She used to have confidence like I had never seen before. I don't like this at all.

Hey, Sugar, it's okay, calm down.
Her tears fall faster when I use her pet name. I decide to give her the truth.
I don't know how to do this friend thing either and as far as types go, I only have one and that's you.

I use my thumb to swipe away the stray tears on her cheeks before continuing.
You have nothing to be jealous of. Daphne was here to meet with Hanger about business. She's done all of my tattoos and piercings since you've been gone, and we've become good friends, but that's it. She knows all about you and told me what an idiot I am for suggesting we be friends.

I see the smile taking over now, so I go on.
I'm not paying you back for anything. Since we talked, I understand and I wouldn't do that to you. I think we need to take it one day at a time. I can't give you more of me right now. The only reason I am holding back is because if you decided to leave me again, I would never survive it. I barely made it this time. I don't want you to stop coming here. I like seeing you, and my brothers are family to you too. I want you to know that no other woman has been in this bed besides you Ever, it's still our bed. I may have fucked a lot since you left but not in here, and no other woman has been on the back of my bike either.

Really?
she questions, looking so hopeful.

I silently laugh and give her a smile before responding.
Yeah really, just like no lips have touched mine since yours. I may have done some fucked up shit in the last year but I have boundaries.
That gets me a bigger smile.

Thank you for telling me,
her expression going shy.

My chest aches, my gut clenches, and my head screams not to ask her these questions. I have to know though, I have to know if someone took my place.

What about you? Are these still mine?
I ask, before placing my finger against her lips. All she can do is nod as her eyes begin to flutter.

What about this? Is it still mine?
I lay my hand flat on her chest where her heart is. I can feel the erratic and pounding beat, her chest moves quickly with her panting breaths. I'm affecting her. My cock comes to life as I watch her tits rise and fall in an upbeat rhythm. Another nod.

What about your pretty pussy? Is it still mine?
I place my hand between her thighs, feeling the heat coming off of her. Running my fingers over her leggings, I feel the dampness. Fuck me this is getting out of control, I gotta stop. I pull back, it takes a second before she gains control of herself again.

I wasn't expecting her answer.
Every part of me is still yours. You own me in every way. You always have and you always will. I didn't even so much as go on a date in New York. You were my last for everything.

My dead heart starts to beat again at her words. She is still mine!

What about that guy you had here? Is he really gay?

He is very much guy.

Good to know.

Knowing she hasn't done anything with anyone since me, I can't stop what happens next. I grip her hair at the back of her head, pulling her forward, and smash her lips to mine. She stumbles, trying to get closer to me. I wrap my free hand around her waist, holding her up against me, our tongues moving together so slowly as we savor this moment. The kiss turns into the most tender, sweet, and intimate one we’ve ever shared. The thoughts of her leaving come crashing back down, ruining the moment.

I'm a motherfuckin' masochist. One taste, that's all I wanted. I thought I would be okay with just one fuckin' taste, but I'm not. I lay my forehead against hers and look into her water filled eyes that are matching my own. I step away, signing,
That shouldn't have happened.
I have to get the hell out of here, the walls are closing around me. I walk out of my room, slamming the door behind me.

WRITER

PAST

★★★

Ever wanted to go for a ride today. I'm good with that, it gets her wrapped around me on the back of my bike. About forty-five minutes out, I stop down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. The sun is setting, filling the sky with shades of red, orange, and a hint of yellow. I grip her arm, pulling her off the back. I guide her to the side where I stand and lift her up to straddle me.

I take Ever's helmet off, as well as mine, and watch as the wind blows her blonde hair everywhere. She is gorgeous and I don't know how I got so fuckin' lucky to get her. I start to sign.
Where are we going in this relationship, Ever?

Her head tilts to the side,
What are you talking about, Writer?

Hell, I don't fuckin' know, Sugar. It's been a year now and I just I don't know. I guess I know you’re not ready to be my Ol' Lady yet, Baby, and I also know there are things you want to do before you make a commitment that big. But I want to know that I own you, that you are mine and when you are ready, you will take your cut and wear it proudly.