Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,5
burn my family alive while they slept, to rape and kill Edge’s girl, Jet. Yeah, to say the war had gotten ugly was an understatement.
Losing Luke had sent me into the depths of self-torture. I had been a wreck since it happened, making dumb decisions, spending too much time in my head entertaining alternate realities. I was tired of being broken-hearted about Luke. I was ready to move on.
Luke was a Dominion Brotherhood member that I’d been crushing on since before my first training bra. He was tight with my brothers, especially Rider, and we had a secret thing going for a few months, until The Wyld Jackals ran us off the road to get back at Luke for supposedly gang-raping a Jackal’s old lady. It wasn’t a rape, though it was a totally consensual gang bang. It was, however, during the time Luke and I were secretly seeing one another and talking about going public with our relationship. Well, I kept talking about going public. Luke kept finding reasons to wait.
I was fantasizing about being on his arm at club parties, on the back of his bike going to rallies. We’d kissed a bunch of times, had a million text conversations, and we’d made out hot and semi-heavy a few times. And I was sure I was in love.
Would we have ever gone public? I’d asked myself that plenty in the last couple of months.
He knew, for years, about my crush, and then one night I got hammered, cornered him at a club family party, and kissed him. He let me. This began a relationship based mostly on text messaging. He kept our in-person times to a minimum, worrying we’d get caught. He never let us get past second base, either, except that once --- the night he died. He made me come with his fingers in my panties, my fingers wrapped around his shaft. He wouldn’t let me take him in my mouth. He wouldn’t let me finish him. He got all weird about it and lost his erection. I pleaded with him to find a way for us to go public. I told him the guilt was what made him lose his hard on. If we went public, the guilt could go away. He told me he was between a rock and a hard place, that he didn’t want to upset my dad and brothers, the club. That he felt guilty. That he was sure he wasn’t the right man for me. I kept trying to convince him that he was. Maybe he just didn’t want to stop having group sex with biker bunnies.
He died on the side of the road that very night and that’s how our secret relationship came out. I had no idea how to feel. At first, I was devastated. And then, finding out he was still having sex, group sex of all things… you could say that I was angry. He’d never fully committed to me, but led me on by telling me there was no one but me that he’d consider a relationship with.
Whether he cheated on me because he was a cheater through and through or he just did it because he figured biker bunny group sex didn’t count when our quasi-relationship was secret, I didn’t know. I blamed a lot of people, myself included, not to mention my brothers – for my still being a virgin.
Now? Now, I was ready to move on and make a better choice. Be with someone who would gladly shout from the rooftops that I was his. Someone who would ink my name on his skin. Someone who was already part of my extended family and didn’t have to be integrated, didn’t wuss out because of the life my loved ones are in.
With Christian to focus on this week, my thoughts hadn’t strayed to Luke too much.
Wednesday:
Wednesday night, I saw that big bike of his pull in, by chance, while I was wiping down tables at Deke’s Roadhouse just before closing. I got to the bottom of the stairs that led up to the clubhouse just as he did. I walked ahead, knowing my Daisy Duke short shorts clad booty was at pretty much his eye level. I walked up slow. He was directly behind me.
The door was locked, and things were surprisingly quiet up there, so I was fiddling with the door keypad, trying to get my code in. I hit the wrong number, so it flashed red. My second try was wrong,