worst was how she wanted me to give up the club and spend every minute with her. I thought maybe that clinginess was her way of showing love. Nomp. I gotta stop thinking women have layers. What you see is what you get. Becklyn was a slutty bitch, and Jaymes was a clingy nag. They weren’t complicated.
I’m not either. I just want money to pay my bills. I need food and booze. I like to fuck. I enjoy killing people. I don’t know how to do anything besides run with a biker club. I’m a simple fucking guy.
And that’s why I got no use for the feelings I suffer when that sexy pain in the ass is around. The Reapers VP’s hot sister is always sneaking glances at me as if she wants my attention. Yet when I asked her to suck me off, she got offended. I think she just likes playing with men. No way is she innocent. Her family ain’t high class. Her brother is a killer. Her dad too. She grew up around men like me. Shelby Campbell isn’t complicated. She’s just a pain in the ass.
But the curvy brunette is a fine-looking woman, and I won’t pretend otherwise. In prison, I put on a whole lotta fake shit. Didn’t have any feelings. Didn’t want to be free. Didn’t miss my hog and a double-sized chicken fried steak sandwich. Instead of feeling anything, I scared people with my size and the ugly face I inherited from my no-good father.
I’m a free man now. No need to fake anything. If I want a chicken fried steak sandwich, I go get one. If I want pussy, I get that too. If I want to look at the prettiest woman to exist in the real world, well, I’m gonna look right at her, and I won’t look away. Not to please Shelby or her snarling brother. I ain’t scared of them. My greatest fear was getting locked away like a dog. I lived through that for five years and came out on the other side.
Now I don’t have a fear in the world. That’s why when Shelby Campbell shows up at my trailer with all her thick hair and those curves, I don’t shut the door in her face. I know she’s trouble. I have no time for that shit, but I refuse to look away even when she dares me to.
THE CHAPTER WHERE SEDUCTION IS A THING THAT SORTA HAPPENS
THE WEIRDO
Choosing the right outfit to seduce a grizzly isn’t a simple task. The chilly weather doesn’t help either. I need something sexy that’ll hold up in low fifty-degree weather. I’m not a thin woman. Clothes don’t hang off me. They cling to my curves. The wrong top can make me look like a whale. Even so, I don’t buy sexy outfits. My clothes are chosen for comfort rather than the ability to woo over a man.
“I’m not one to judge,” Maude says when I ask her to help me pick a shirt, “and I don’t know anything about that giant man. However, I don’t sense he’s going to give two shits what you’re wearing.”
“Clothes aren’t my friends.”
“Don’t act insecure,” mutters my bestie Taylor. “You can’t pull it off.”
“It’s not about insecurity. It’s about making my first time the best time.”
“It’s going to suck,” Taylor insists, blowing her feathered blonde locks out of her dark eyes. “You don’t know what to do, and the porn you watched filled your head with idiot ideas.”
“I’m going to hoot and holler,” I tell Barbie doll-looking Maude as I dig around my armoire since this ghostly Victorian house was designed without closets. “I might make that Charo sound too.”
“Or you’ll grunt and fart,” Taylor taunts.
“Why are you a cruel fapsock?” I demand and throw a sweater at her.
“I don’t want you with that man. He’s fucked all the sweet butts and half of the town. You deserve Prince Charming, not that stupid dickhead.”
“He stepped on Taylor’s foot,” I tell Maude, who nods. “She can’t forgive him, even though he said he was sorry.”
“No, he didn’t.”
“Well, he grunted something that was probably ‘I’m sorry.’ The man just doesn’t enunciate his words enough to overcome his growly voice.”
“Whatever.”
“Did he fuck Kelsi?” I say and tackle her onto my barely used bed, complete with a neglected quilt. “Is that why you’re so hormonally imbalanced?”
“She wasn’t a sweet butt when he went to prison, and she isn’t one now that he’s out. There was no fucking to