Page 68 of Indecent Lies

It didn’t matter that he’d earned more in his few years with theSoulsthan he would have by working for his family.

In this instance, his money was dirt.

While he brooded with a beer, his hip leaning on the windowsill, unconsciously looking out for the swish of dark hair and her white hooded coat coming back down the street, he realized—maybe for the first time being honest with himself, raw and open and ugly truth washing through his gray matter … that he’d been subconsciously trying to gain some respect back for years.

Approval maybe.

And failed miserably.

There was no sign of her half an hour later when he ditched his empty bottle in the trash can. He felt like shit for handling that all wrong.

He wanted her.

That’s what he knew.

Even when she ignored his phone calls to come back home. He wanted her.

Pulling on his running shoes, he did what he’d been doing for years and that was running away from his problems.

Burying his head in the sand, pretending he was a stand up decent guy who always did right by those he cared for.

Yeah, right.

Texas would laugh, only he wasn’t in a very funny mood.

He hit the sidewalk and didn’t stop for a very long time.

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“He actually said he wanted to fuck you until he ruined you?”

“Well, I was paraphrasing, but yeah. That was the gist of it.” Poppy answered Roux, with her cheeks still blazing some thirty minutes later once Roux drove into town after Poppy’s frustrated phone call.

The pair were seated in a corner table in the local diner.

In front of them, they each had a coffee; Roux’s coffee was black as tar and probably tasteless because she didn’t even add real sugar or sweeteners. Poppy cupped both hands around her mocha, liberally sweetened with a heavy dash of coconut creamer too.

“Bikers have a weird moral code when it comes to pussy.” Announced Roux.

Roux had grown up in that environment, she walked, talked and acted tough while being absolutely stunning. In Poppy’s eyes she was the perfect woman… in a non-sexual way. Though, if she flew that flag, she’d absolutely have a crush on Roux.

Her confidence was attractive and the way she held her own against the scary men in her father’s MC was admirable and also funny because they all practically bowed down to her or protected her in bubble wrap, to Roux’s annoyance.

“Like they don’t mind taking all the free pussy that’s thrown at them, and they get a lot.” This made Poppy frown thinking how much Tait has had, but she buried the frown in her coffee cup and drank until it burned her throat, “but when it’s someone who they might actually like, they turn into pearl clutching idiots who daren’t touch a princess for fear of ramifications.” She scowled and tugged on her long ponytail hanging over her shoulder.

Poppy got the impression that Roux was speaking personally. “Forget him, babe. If he’s not interested in getting horizontal with you, there’s plenty of guys who will, you’re hot.”

Poppy blinked and blushed to high heavens.

“You think so?”

“Relax, Cinderella,” her friend laughed, “you don’t do it for me, you need more dick. But you’re hot as hell. I love your rack and you have a fantastic ass. All the guys at home noticed.” Home was her dad’s MC, though. Roux didn’t actually live there full time.

Roux laughed at her surprise. “You were engaged, babe, none of them told you that you were fuckably hot?”

“Well…no. Maybe if they had, we’d be married and I’d be a lot more satisfied.”

“I’m telling you, men in suits are fucking boring in and out of the bedroom. Give me a rough man who knows how to handle a woman and what to do with his hands and his mouth.”

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