Page 69 of Rider Daddies
“What is there to understand?” I take another sip of my drink. “Out of everybody in the world, you ofallpeople should know that sex isn’t anything serious. It’s something we should have fun doing while we’re still able to move and bend our bodies that way.”
“Yeah,” Saint says. “We agree, but claiming is serious stuff.”
Damn, it must be if he’s lighting up a cigarette for it.
He continues after taking a drag. “Birds.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Do you know what’s special about them? They mate for life. They only get intimate with one partner…until that partner dies. And even then, sometimes they can’t move on, forever dwelling on their only?—”
“Get to the point,” prompts Ash.
“Yeah, the point.Right.” Saint takes another smoke. “The point is, that’s how it’ll be for you and us.”
I scoff. “‘Till death do us part? Yeah. No. I’m not seeking another marriage failure.”
This isn’t a joke. All three of them have that pleading look in their eye, like they’re waiting for me to agree.
If they want to take me to bed so badly, why don’t they just do it? Why must there be procedures? Protocols?
Not like I’m opposed…
I quite like the idea of being marked.
It’s animalistic. Veers in the opposite direction from the vanilla lifestyle I’ve been living for far too long.
The idea is great, but still makes me roll my eyes.
In it for life.
I’ll believe it when I see it.
“This isn’t a marriage, darling,” Ryder says, breaking his sponsored silence.
“Right. It’s a tattoo. Those things are supposed to last forever. A lot of things are supposed to last forever.” God, take away my drink already. “Love, marriage, the human soul…”
“What are you saying?” Ryder asks.
“I’m saying that it’s bullshit.”If only I was strong enough to pour the rest of this drink down the sink…“Don’t get it twisted, I want in on the whole ‘claiming’ cult thing, but I don’t have tobelieve you. That’s not part of the contract, right, or have I just written it in?”
“No,” Ash chokes out. He looks distressed, which would be a first. “It’s not in the contract.”
“Good.” I slam the glass down on the bar. “Because nothing is forever. And just when you think something’s about to be…” I slap my hand on the bar hard, causing Saint to stall his next nicotine hit. “BAM! Life gives you a plot twist and it all ends in tears.”
Ryder’s brows have migrated so far up his forehead that they’re almost touching his hairline.
Ash, on the other hand, does the usual and stares at me like he’s doing a psychology reading. He wants to figure me out. See how life shaped up to make me the way I am.
So, I’ll save him from guessing.
“Everything’spiacevoleuntil the comfort becomes boring and the urge to jump into bed with that bitch Gianna two streets over grabs you by the balls.” I neck down the rest of the tequila, using the empty glass as an extension of my hand to emphasize my point. “I didn’t mean to, it was an accident.Mamma never believed him, but I did. Hedidn’tmean to. Itwasan accident. You know why?” I answer my own question before giving the audience time to respond. “Because it’s built into their biology. That’s why.”
The three of them are taken aback, astounded like I’ve dropped a bomb and it’s changed the course of reality.
That was exactly my intention.
And they know I’m telling the truth. Outlaw motorcyclists are supposed to know what they want. They’re supposed to agree with me because they know that what I just said is facts.
