Page 47 of Smoke

At least now she’s safely here on Young Outlaw’s property. At least, that’s what I’m told. I avoid the cabin at all costs. My invitations to join Stone, Oriana and Sasha for dinner are often. So far, I’ve managed to come up with a half-assed excuse as to why I can’t make it every time.

Nothing scares me, yet coming face-to-face with Tenley does. How can I look her in the face when I’ve treated her so badly and selfishly put her life on the line as if she was worth nothing to me?

How can I take in her beauty, her unbelievable curves, eyes that capture my very soul while tethering my need to touch her, kiss her, taste her sweet cunt? I want her more than words can say, and I’m beginning to realize that the possibility of loving her is not out of the realms of reality.

Yet, still, I avoid her every minute of the day, only to grasp my fix by dreaming of her atnight.

A rap on the door is enough to have me clearing my mind.

“Yeah?” I call out. The door opens, and Stone enters.

“Just wanted to let you know Wolf has gone with Ginger and Footsie to pick up the liquor so the bars are fully stocked, but they should be back in a couple of hours. Other than that, everything’s ready.”

“Perfect.” I push up out of my seat and follow Stone back into the common area. “Where is everyone?” I ask when I see that the room is unusually quiet.

“Out front,” Stone responds. “Come, take a look. Blackjacks got one of the prospects hogtied as punishment for not cleaning his ride to his unachievable standard.”

“Fucking Blackjack,” I chuckle and follow him out onto the porch and eyeing up the scene taking place in the yard. I take the few steps down onto the gravel, lighting up a tab, the chance to mix a little fresh air with a nicotine intake.

The light of the day is fading, the sky working its way to navy blue. The moon is full, its beam adding to the few lights we have placed around the compound, so we’re never in total darkness.

“You can’t avoid her forever, you know?” Stone brings up out of nowhere. I know who he’s referring to, so there’s no point in me trying to play dumb.

“What makes you think I’m avoiding her? Just been busy, that’s all.” I take another deep, lung-filling drag of my cigarette.

“Sure,” he sniggers. “If you say so, butwhen you do talk to her, at least give her a chance. Hear her out, and try not to be a total prick.”

“Fuck off,” I growl back at him, which only makes him laugh even more.

“Looks like that might happen sooner than you think.” He’s focusing on something behind me and when I turn to see what it is, I quickly turn away. “I’ll leave you to it, Prez. I’m gonna get back to the cabin,” his huge hand comes to my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Call me if you need anything.” I glare at him for bailing on me. Stone just finds it amusing.

I put all my concentration on my brothers standing around laughing at the poor prospect’s disposition, ignoring that Tenley was walking towards me.

Most of my brothers are here. The imminent arrival of liquor supplies means only one thing. There’s gonna be some hard-core partying tonight. These guys are my family, and even though some of them can be annoying cunts at times, I’d give my life for every single one of them. Edge, Diesel, Mayhem, not to mention Blackjack, who has finally taken pity on the poor fucking Prospect and has cut the ropes that were binding him, they’re my brothers.

Even the new prospects are showing promise and will soon be part of the MC family, especially under the tutelage of Cub. They both have patch members that sponsor them; however, Cub has been taking up most of the slack on a day-to-day basis.

Cub is one hell of a kid, and the council has already voted on him being made up. Wolf has been struggling to keep it under wraps from his son. He’s one hell of afucking proud dad, but right now, who can blame him? His son is a credit to him.

“Smoke,” My view is quickly blocked when Tenley stands directly in front of me, looking fucking gorgeous and good enough to eat.

She’s wearing a cute little powder blue thin strapped dress that falls mid-thigh, her creamy, flawless skin tempting me to reach out and touch. The fabric is light, and by the way her nipples are pushing up against it, she’s not wearing a bra. Her blonde hair hangs loose around her shoulders, veiling her slender neck. The memory of her fast-paced pulse against my tongue invades my mind, and my cock jerks at the thought.

Face void of any makeup, she looks fresh, younger, innocent even. A total contrast to how she usually looked with her red lips and business attire. I like this girl next door look she has about her. Shit, she’s too much of a distraction, and I’ll be fucked if I’m going to let her ambush me.

“I’m busy,” I respond, still avoiding eye contact.

I side step, re-directing my attention on Cub. As usual, he’s on his cell, the light from it making his face look ghostly. Someone must be calling him as he brings it up to his ear. I continue to watch him, wondering if it’s one of the many girls he’s perusing. Horny little fucker.

“Please, Smoke.” She’s certainly persistent.

Cub finishes on the call, he turns and starts to walk towards the compound entrance. Brush, one of the new guys, is on gate duty tonight.

“Cub,” I shout over the ruckus that’s still going on. “Cub,” I holler louder when he doesn’t hear me. This time, it’s loud enough to get his attention.

“Yes, Prez?”

“Smoke, don’t be an ass. We really do need to talk,” she puffs out her hand, grasping onto my arm. “I’m concerned that…”

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