Page 13 of Property of Woods

When I wave her over, she has this uneasy expression on her face.Pinched brows, tight lips, sadness is in her eyes.“Everything okay?”

“Peachy keen.”

I study her for a minute.“Did someone say something?”

“You mean, did anyone tell me about the wife you failed to mention?”

“Look.”

“You know what?Don’t explain.It doesn’t matter.We can pretend nothing happened.No one has to know.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yeah.”She drops the conversation there.Easy.Simple.

My gut tells me this is far from over, but if this is her play, I’ll let her have it for now.

I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking fucking her and putting her on the back of my bike.Guess that’s the problem.I wasn’t thinking.At least not with my goddamned brains.

“Good.Let’s hit the road.”

Jessika climbs on my bike, wrapping her arms snug around my center.The pointed end of her helmet resting on my shoulder.Her touch feels a little too good.Especially when I’m missing the way shit used to be between Faye and me.The problem is, I’m uncertain if I miss Faye or companionship.I’d been faithful up until last night outside of an occasional blowjob on the road, but has she?

That’s a question I keep asking myself, but don’t know if I really want the answer.Because it means I’ve failed.

And I don’t fail.

At anything.

When we married, she made me promise her two things.If I stepped out on her, I’d never do it at home where it could be rubbed in her face and that I’d never get anyone pregnant.

Fuck me.

I didn’t even ask Jessika if she was on the pill.Bringing it up now would only make me look like an even bigger asshole.

Her husband beat the shit out of her and I took advantage.

I’ll make it up to her somehow.Some fucking way.

I manage to ride a few hours before I’m pulling off for the bathroom.Jessika was right about those fucking gas station burritos.I’m dehydrated and feel as though my insides are going to blow out of my asshole if I don’t vomit them up first.

“Fuck, man.You look like hell,” Gray, my VP says as I stumble out of the bathroom wanting nothing more than to crawl into a soft bed and shut the world out for ten hours until I sleep this shit off.

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“Are you going to be able to ride?”

I stare at the reflection of my men in the gas station window, but my gaze immediately locks in on someone it shouldn’t.Jessika.I’m drawn to her like a fucking magnet, unable to keep my eyes off her.She’s cramming white powdered donuts into her mouth, looking like she’s been blowing a clown’s dick with all that white sugar around her pretty lips.

She catches me staring at her and I glance away, pretending I wasn’t staring at her mouth, wondering if her lips taste as sweet as I’m imagining.I’ve not had a taste of them being she has stitches, but since last night all I’ve wanted is to kiss her fucking stupid.

My stomach grumbles, interrupting my thoughts.Reminding me I can’t be tempted to stray from my wife again.

I’ve got to get my shit together.

This shit is embarrassing.I’m supposed to be the bad ass president of a motorcycle club and can’t ride for nearly shitting my pants every twenty minutes.I should let her ride with Gray, but he’s got my sister riding bitch with him, and I know Low damn sure isn’t about to give up that seat.I’m well aware my little sister has a crush on my VP, but he swears he doesn’t see her that way.He views her the same way I do.Like family, or so he claims.It’d break her heart if she knew he has a thing going on with Madz, one of the club girls.

One day, that scene is going to play out.It’ll be bad.It’ll hurt, but she’ll get over it.

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