Page 9 of The Secret's Out

Christ, it was present with both him and Josie. I knew I wanted both of them, but how could that possibly work? It was fuckin’ weird. And I hated the thought if something did happen, our brothers would kick our arses for being strange motherfuckers.

I couldn’t risk Josie or Caden. They’d been through enough shit in their lives.

Caden said he was bi. He knew he was because the night we were...together, he’d said he’d been to clubs. He’d had a taste of it and liked it.

That had made me jealous. Made me want to punch anything or anyone in sight.

I’d felt jealously about both of them. Some days when I’d see other brothers lookin’ at Josie, as if they wanted a piece from her, I wanted to beat their fuckin’ brains in. Never Caden though. I enjoyed seeing him watchin’ her like I did, with so much emotion.

Still, with the two of them, I was cautious.

Because what punched me right in the gut, was the fact I knew about both of their pasts and both had been shit. So shit, I would do anything for nothing like that to happen again. Unfairness settled deep in my stomach as I packed my saddle bag. Why had two people who meant something to me—even when I was denying some of those feeling—had so much pain in their lives?

That injustice was also because my past had been nothing like theirs.

I was the rich kid in school. I was loved by my parents, even though they hated each other. Though by loved, I meant bought off with pricey shit. I wasn’t beaten or raped. The only reason I joined Hawks MC was because I liked the fact women went crazy for a biker. I also needed a job. I didn’t want my parents to think their money was all I needed from them. I wanted nothing from them really. They were cold, heartless bastards. So I took a job at fourteen in Talon’s garage. Cleaned, and worked on cars when a brother had the time to show me what to do. Learning wasn’t hard. I was always a fast learner. In no time, I had my own customers and I was building my own Harley from scratch.

The only thing I never had was love.

And that dumb fucking love feeling had me wishing I knew Josie and Caden back then so I could have used my parents’ money, the only time I would have taken it freely, to save them from their dangerous pasts.

That fucked-up love feeling had me thinking of Josie and Caden all the goddamn time.

Ride.That was what I needed to do. Get on my Harley and ride instead of thinking so fucking hard it hurt my head with a deep pounding behind my eyes.

Walking down the hall from my room at the compound, where I’d been living for four years, I rounded the corner and stopped at Caden’s door.

Fuck. I had to remember to call him Pick.

I’d called him Caden that night, after he told me to.

Knocking, I heard a growled “enter”, and I opened the door to see him shouldering his bag. “You ready to roll?” I asked, starin’ at nothing but his face. Even when my eyes wanted to trace his body, I didn’t let them.

Jesus, I needed to get laid. Pumping some pussy without anythin’ on my mind but the sweet taste of an orgasm was what I needed.

“Yeah, let’s get this over with.”

Shit, all pussy thoughts left because Pick sounded like he didn’t want to go at all, but I knew it’d be a lie. He’d do anything for Josie. Still, I found myself saying, “I can go on my fuckin’ own if you prefer that?”

He glared at me, shouldered past me and walked out of the room. I followed, closing his door behind me.

Out at our Harleys parked out the front of the compound, I asked, “What’s the plan? We goin’ straight to Josie?”

After Pick had settled his bag to his bike, he swung a jean leg over and looked around at me as he shrugged into his leather jacket. “We find a place to stay. It’ll be late by the time we get there, and we’ll wait ‘til tomorrow. Catch Josie at her school, then try and catch the fuckheads gettin’ to her. After that, we deal with them.”

Nodding, I said, “Sounds cool, but boss-man said we can stay at the compound in Caroline Springs.”

He shook his head. “No, I want to stay close to the uni so we can get there early. I’m not sure of her schedule.”

“I’ve got Nancy emailing it through to me,” I said.

He sent a chin lift my way. “Good. Still, we’re staying close. Now, let’s move.” He kick-started his Harley and it roared to life with no trouble at all. Quickly, I placed my helmet and gloves on. As soon as I had my bike goin’, Pick rolled outta the compound parking area and I followed behind.

The ride was over an hour and a half and fuck, it felt great. I hadn’t had the chance for anything other than working in boss’ business. I’d happen to have a lot more customers recently, since goddamn Mindy Calhoun walked into the shop and liked what she saw in me. She was a fuckin’ cougar. Even though she was hot for her age, there was no way I was stickin’ my dick in her. However, she’d sent all her cougar friends to the business and they’d all asked for me to service them. It was good for Talon’s business, but not for me. Fuckin’ loved my job, loved gettin’ my hands on shit to fix. What I didn’t love were the married whores who flirted, expectin’ to have a piece of my arse.

That was never gonna happen.

Christ, I may look the part of their wet dreams, with my blond hair, and blue eyes, but that was where it ended.

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