Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC #10) - Lilly Atlas Page 0,17
like shit? Hurting each other in the deepest way possible?
Fuck that.
He’d grown up seeing the worst of the worst when it came to relationships. Men and women tearing each other down, beating each other up, and leaving the person they loved in complete ruins. So he’d done what his mother had done and taught himself not to give a shit and used the lessons learned to make a good life for himself.
Bodies were easy. Attraction was easy. Sex was easy. He looked good and knew how to work what his mama gave him to attract the opposite sex, get paid, and get out.
That was why he needed to refrain from acting on his attraction to Makenna. She wasn’t just a body; wasn’t an easy way to bust a nut. She was the type of girl that came with feelings, emotion, and fucking suffering.
Kristy bent forward, giving him an unobstructed view at her tits. Then she placed a wet one right on his mouth. She kissed as she did everything, with skill, practice, and an end goal in mind.
He let her slip her tongue in his mouth for a quick taste but ended it there. When she drew back, her attention wasn’t even on him, but on Tex, who looked ready to hop across the table and get some for himself.
Thunder resisted rolling his eyes. She could kiss him like that all day long, and he’d never feel a thing and never want more.
“Bye, boys,” she said with a wiggle of her fingers. She turned and strutted her way toward the exit with her long legs eating up the distance in no time. Her ass twitched each time those spiky heels hit the ground. Male gazes tracked every step she made.
“Damn, you’re a lucky motherfucker. You know that?”
“Why? Cuz she stuck her tongue in my mouth?” The woman had probably kissed ten guys before him already that day. Tex had a lot to learn.
“Fuck yeah, man,” Tex said. “A kiss like that? That woman wants you bad.”
Thunder snorted, but his eyes fell to Kristy like every other schmuck in the coffeeshop. “That wasn’t a kiss. It was a chess move.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” The guy had a home-grown sweetness about him. One a man-eater like Kristy would zero in on in no time. He’d have to remember to keep an eye out for Tex the next time Kristy was in house. He liked the guy and didn’t want him ending up with a satisfied dick but an empty wallet.
No less than three men approached Kristy as she made her grand exit. She handed each one a card, no doubt for the strip club she worked at, before leaving the building.
Just as he was about to tell Tex they had to jet, he caught sight of Makenna watching him through the front window of the shop. She stood outside with a scrunched forehead and a frown on her pretty face, staring straight at him like she was trying to piece together a complicated puzzle.
Don’t waste your time, sweetheart; nothing but cynicism in this head.
Kristy strode over to her, saying a few words that had Makenna nodding before the two of them walked off together. Shit, did they hang out?
What an odd pair.
What had Makenna thought of Kristy kissing him? Is that what had her mouth pulling down? Not that it mattered. She might as well see who he was from the get-go. Not like he was going to pursue her.
Still, she was fucking adorable, and it was in moments like this he wished he was as ignorant as his soon-to-be brothers. The ones with ol’ ladies. The ones who didn’t know what their futures held.
Pain. Disappointment. Heartbreak.
Loss.
CHAPTER FOUR
“I HAVE NOTHING to wear,” Mak grumbled as she frowned into her meager closet. “Nothing to wear, no girlfriends to borrow from, and my sisters are children.” She glanced at the simple alarm clock on the plastic drawer system serving as her dresser. Seven was too late to bail. Some guy named Monty was expecting her behind the bar in ninety minutes.
“Why did I agree to do this?” she yelled to the ceiling.
“Mommy?” Emmie toddled into the room, her round little belly leading the way. Her two-year-old sister was the only one of her siblings who called her mom, probably because Mak was the only mother the child could recall knowing. Of all the kids, adjusting to calling Emmie by another name had been the hardest. For nearly a year, she’d had