Page 81 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
Now that we got the sex part out of the way, I take a minute to look Emily over. She looks so good, I can’t take my eyes off her. The belt of her bathrobe makes her waist look impossibly thin, with her hips flared out and showing off the ass I love so much.
She takes a tentative step toward the couch. After she sits down, she pats the spot next to her for me to follow. I was going to anyway, but I love the way she calls me to her, like a little puppy. I sit down, wanting to get as close as possible to her but leaving a couple of inches in between us, for her sake.
“I didn’t think I’d see you again, Puck,” she whispers when she’s ready to talk.
I frown at her statement. “Babe, I thought I made it clear that I’d see you again, yeah?”
“The last text you sent me was not really clear on that,” she reminds me, and I hear the hurt in her voice.
“Em,” I sigh and turn sideways so I can look at her face when I talk. “You caught me at the wrong time. There was so much going on. We were trying to leave the club, and…”
“Who?” she interrupts me.
“What?”
“You saidwe,” she clarifies. “Who was trying to leave the club with you? And what do you mean leave the club? Wearetalking about the motorcycle club, right?”
“You can’t tell anyone anything that I’m about to tell you. Swear to me.”
Telling Emily about how we left the club and who helped us do it could be one of the stupidest things I’m about to do.
“I promise,” her face gets excited. “I watched SOA, I understand how it works.”
“You… what?” I snort when I can’t hold back the laughter. My life in the club was no damn TV show, so I’m not sure what she thinks she understands.
“Becca’s brother told me a couple of months ago that she was binge watching the show, so I did it, too.”
Then her voice gets low and nervous like. “It was scary.”
She doesn’t even know the half of it.
I debate for a second what to tell her. I worry that anything I would share with her could be used against her someway, somehow. I feel too much for this girl to put her in any danger at all. Although, just me being in her house right now could do that.
“It’s me, Sully and Wrecker,” I finally tell her. “We left the club.”
“Dylan left, too?” I’m not sure if I should be jealous or happy that she remembered my club brother.
“You callin’ him Dylan now, babe?” I raise an eyebrow at her in amusement.
A furious blush takes over her face, and she covers her mouth with her hand to cover the smile threatening to take over. “Becca calls him that, so I got used to it.”
“She’s been talking about him?”
“Not in a while,” Emily shrugs. “After that trip, we’re not as close as we were before it.”
I can almost feel her sadness and disappointment over it.
“Why’s that?”
She plays with the belt on her robe for a while, thinking of how to answer me.
“I said some rude things to her on that morning when he got arrested. Called him a criminal, things like that.”
Her comment makes me take pause.
“I’m a criminal, too,” I remind her softly. “Will that be a problem?”
“I just,” her voice trembles when she speaks. “I panicked. I thought he’d killed her. Then she kept on talking about Dylan. I was like, who’s Dylan, you know?”
