Page 43 of Enemy
I squeeze his hand. “Yeah, Dad would host parties for the whole club and their families in the summer. More meat on the grill than even thirty bikers can eat.” I know it’s the past, it’s not club secrets, yet it still feels kinda illicit to tell him about my family. “You… didn’t?” I glance into his eyes, hit by just how much I want to know him beyond what movies he likes, or that he hates spinach and tea.
Road shrugs and rests his chin on my shoulder. “I wish. Nah, pretty sure my parents only remembered my name because I was the second oldest.”
My mouth dries, and it hits me that Roadkill can’t be his real name. I know so many people primarily by their nicknames that it didn’t even occur to me I don’t know what else Road answers to. “So… what’s your real name?”
Road leans back, as if I’ve struck him, and his face pinches. He’s considering it as if I asked him for nuclear codes. “Fine. But swear you won’t call me that, or tell anyone.”
I smirk. “Oh… Okay. Is it Ebenezer? Morton? Balthasar?”
Road shakes his head. “Nothing as fancy as that. I’m Two. Nice to meet you,” he says and offers me his hand.
“Two? What kind of name is that?”
“Afunnyone,” Road tells me with the most somber expression I’ve seen on him. “Guess who was called Number Two at school.”
My smile turns into a scowl and I hate his parents even more than I did before. “That’s fucked up. Guess your second birthday party must have been weird,” I say, trying to lighten the mood, but it backfires immediately.
“Didn’t know something like a birthday existed until I saw it in a movie.”
“What? When’s your birthday then?” Because he deserves a little celebration, even if it’s just averysloppy blowjob.
“Don’t remember half the time, honestly,” he says, but I’m already planning to get my hands on his ID and check the date.
“Tell you what though, I had a lot of time on my hands, so I ended up doing a few repairs.” He points to the hallway with the remounted coat hanger.
“I’ve noticed,” I say and stroke the back of his arm. “It was equally nice and disturbing. Why would you do that?”
“It was broken. Figured you’d be happy to have it fixed. I also did a few minor things. Cleaned the U-bends in all the sinks and fixed the shower,” he says, pulling me upstairs, because of course he wants to show me the stick he fetched for me. “But I was also thinking, you must lose a lot of heat in winter. You know, I know how to install under-roof insulation. Wouldn’t take me much time either, if you paid for the supplies.”
I turn the light on to have a better view of the muscles in his back as I follow him up the stairs. My brain is getting a bit fuzzy over all this. I’ve lived here alone since my brother’s death, and the months of recovery after the explosion were awful. The only thing good about being here on my own most of that time was no one seeing me climb the stairs at grandpa pace.
Yet it’s nice that he’s here. That he’s fixed some of the shit I couldn’t make myself deal with. Just tonight, I’ll entertain the fantasy of him visiting me here more often, so we can watch movies on my massive flat-screen TV instead of the shitty laptop at the cabin. We have to use it at half brightness to make the battery last.
“Thanks. I was gonna get around to it.” I lie, because I’m embarrassed that I didn’t have plans to fix anything. For a year now, I’ve been forced to bathe in my tub, or use the rain shower. It wouldn’t be a problem if my hair wasn’t ass-long and I don’t always wanna get it wet.
The bathroom has been renovated after Dad’s passing, but while it’s all done up in Roy’s taste, with black tiles, and a massive sink on one side, I rather like its size and functionality. When Road pulls me in and points to the oversized stall, I imagine us inside, standing in the falling drops. Naked.
Maybe that’s what I need after today. He’s already here. I decided I’m not kicking him out. I have no neighbors for miles, so it’s not like anyone’s gonna hear us.
I let go of his hand and pull my T-shirt off. “Come on. Let’s check out if it’s fixed.”
The look on his face tells me that this horn dog did not see this coming, but when he grins and peels off his own top, I know I’m going to get what I want regardless.
After all, I don’t know if he’ll want to see me again once his club finds out what we’ve done.
Chapter 19
Road
“Ifoundoutwhatyour secret weapon is,” I say, grinning at Clyde as I shove the bathroom door shut with my foot.
It’s odd being in Clyde’s space. Not the hideout in the woods but in the place where he sleeps, where hisreal lifehappens. And while I’m an intruder and arrived uninvited, he is not making me leave. Not yet.
Maybe he’s as brainlessly horny as me. I’d like to think I’m the object of desire as intense as mine for him.
The strange thing about Clyde’s attraction to me is that it feels so honest. I know he mustreallylike my body if he’s willing to overlook our animosity to fuck me.
“What is it?” Clyde smirks, surely ready for something dirty to come out of my mouth. He kicks his jeans to the corner, and leans back against the black tiles, naked and oh so beautiful.
