moved in with Big too fast. It'd been one of her biggest mistakes. And here she was practically living with Whip inside a clubhouse, sleeping with him, and getting upset over their fast relationship.
But the two relationships were polar opposites.
"You confuse me." She blew out her breath. "I don't know what is going on between us."
No man had ever become part of her life the way he had. He made her desperate and want to fight for him. She hated the feeling, and yet, that same reaction was addicting. She wanted to know how much deeper they could go. She wanted to explore the way he made her feel.
"I told you—"
She put her finger on his lips, shushing him. "I want you, too."
A burst of excitement filled her. She couldn't explain what was happening, but she was going to hold on to him until she understood what being with him meant to her.
The corner of his mouth lifted before he captured her lips. She kissed him back, raising up to her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her mood lifted. For today, they were okay.
Knowing she wasn't cheap entertainment for him made her feel like working harder to understand how to deal with Whip's strong personality.
They weren't so different in that aspect. She reacted badly because she felt so strongly about him.
"Uncle!"
Whip's head lifted, breaking the kiss. She held on to him, trying to grasp what stopped him when she heard squeals.
He held on to her and shifted his body, taking the impact of a child colliding with his legs. "Slow down, Rocky."
Snapped out of showing Whip how happy he'd made her, she looked around, forgetting they were outside.
Whip's sister gawked at her, standing still beside Rick by the front door, holding a little girl. Warmth heated Twyla's face.
"Come here, son," said Rick.
Twyla jerked her gaze back to the boy, failing desperately to ignore Whip's sister's shock. Apparently, Whip hadn't told Tracy he was spending time with her.
Rocky ran back to his parents. She glanced up at Whip and raised her brows.
"Are we leaving or staying?" he asked.
"I was going to look for a place to live," she whispered. "Do you want to go with me?"
"Uh, Twyla...?" He looked over at the door.
She glanced to see what he was looking at and found his sister standing there without Rick or the kids.
"Why don't you go talk to her, and I'll take off. I'll be back in a couple of hours." She dropped her hands from his chest, conscious of holding on to him. "I won't be long."
"We just talked about you being with me." He frowned and ran his hand through his hair. "You'll stay here."
"That was never the plan. It's a biker clubhouse, Whip. I don't belong here." She pushed against his chest. "Go talk to your sister."
"Don't leave." His brows lowered. "We'll talk again."
She glanced at Tracy and then looked at Whip, nodding. "I'll be in the bedroom."
Leaving him outside, she walked toward the door. Tracy continued to stare at her. Twyla smiled—giving her politeness. "Hello."
"Hi," mumbled Tracy.
She walked inside, glad to be out of view of Tracy's judgment. It wasn't her fault she had to stay here. If Tracy had a problem with her, she'd need to bring up her concerns with her brother.
Halfway across the room, Angie stepped in front of her and crossed her arms. Twyla exhaled loudly, unaware until now that her sister was at the clubhouse.
"What kind of trouble are you bringing to Tarkio?" Angie grabbed Twyla's arm and pulled her to the side of the room, away from the other bikers. "You need to stop whatever you're doing."
"Me?" She jerked her arm away from her sister's hold. "Maybe it's you. You're the one living with a Tarkio member."
"You're the one who was involved with a Cusclan member." Angie glared. "Just go back to him."
"Who?"
"Big."
"No."
"God, you're selfish." Angie curled her lip. "I hardly get to spend time with Ringtail because of you. He's always out doing things with his club, and I know it has to do with you and why you're staying here."
"Why I'm...?" She rolled her eyes. "You're the one who moved in with Ringtail and lost the rental house. How is that my fault?"
"You always ruin everything."
"You don't even know what you're talking about." Twyla stepped away, planning to go sit in the bedroom, when Angie gripped the sleeve of her shirt, yanking the material off her shoulder.
She grabbed her top before it ripped and pushed Angie away