Page 329 of One More Kiss

Trinity

Miles was alwaysgood at taking care of me when we were together. I tried not to let myself believe it was because he actually cared for me, but rather all the guys in his club were raised to take care of women, which was the exact opposite of how the Skulls thought of us.

But I wasn’t going to think about them or my life right now. There wasn’t much time with Miles and I wasn’t going to waste it.

Once he’d cleaned me up, I put my panties and tank top back on and he had his pants on but no shirt. We had time, so we were sitting on the bed as we usually did after we fucked. He typically didn’t hit it then quit it. We hung out a bit after.

“Is this the only thing you’re doing today?” I asked as I popped a chip in my mouth. I’d brought a few snacks with me for this very reason. Not to mention, it was rare for us to only have one go around, so sometimes we needed something to reenergize us. Miles took half a Twinkie into his mouth. Those were his favorite, so I always brought some for him.

“I wish fuckin’ you was the only thing I had to do today,” he said. “We’ve got shit to take care of tonight.”

Things he wouldn’t tell me, even if I was his. That was how the clubs worked. The women were on a need-to-know basis and most of the time, they didn’t need to know.

“How’s it going for you over there?” Miles asked that question as if it pained him to do it. As if the idea of what might’ve been happening in the club was too much for him to think about.

I liked to imagine that was because he had actual feelings for me, but I couldn’t let that little fantasy run wild in my brain. It wouldn’t help anything.

“Things are the same.” It was the safest answer I could give him.

Miles had ideas of how they treated me. Ideas that had been formed over the course of knowing me and asking little questions that on the surface didn’t mean much. That was why I’d decided to be straight with him. But I wouldn’t tell him things I’d overheard that was club business because that could get me killed.

If I’d learned one thing through everything, it was that I had to look out for myself because no one else was.

“That don’t say much.” His eyes locked with mine and I tried to crack a smile. It was hard when I was under his watchful eyes.

We were young, as far as the world went. Being young normally meant a person hadn’t seen much life yet, but both of us had already seen enough for two lifetimes. Club life wasn’t the same as everyone else’s.

“No. It doesn’t.” I took a long drink of my water. “But you know that’s all I can say, Miles. I can’t get myself killed over some pillow talk.”

He ran a hand down his beard-covered chin and nodded. Since he knew that better than I did, he wouldn’t push.

“Are they at least nice to ya?”

The laugh that burst out of me then wasn’t intentional. It was just the reaction to what might’ve been the dumbest question I’d ever heard. The Skulls weren’t really nice to anyone. Not even the old ladies, though they got a level of respect that we whores didn’t. I cringed whenever I used that word to refer to myself. I wasn’t a whore. I was doing what I had to do to survive.

“Sorry,” I told him as I tried to get that laughter under control. “No, Miles. They aren’t nice to me, but I don’t like thinking about that when I’m with you.”

Miles glanced down at my hands and I knew the moment he noticed the bruises from when Craig held me down. They were faded and I bruised easily but Craig was a rough one.

I pushed up to my knees and kissed his lips softly. His hand wrapped around the back of my head so he could hold me there and push his tongue into my mouth.

As he kissed me, my mind briefly flirted with wondering how many other women he was having sex with right now. I didn’t mean right now in this room because it was only me, but back at his club. They had women who hung around the club, the same as we did. Women who wanted in and would do just about anything to make it happen.

But that wasn’t my business. Miles wasn’t mine.

“I fuckin’ hate that for you,” he said after he brought the kiss to an end.

“Me too.” That was as much honestly as I’d ever given anyone.

Most of the time, I didn’t show the world the real me because then things got too personal, but with him… I bore everything because I knew he’d be in as much trouble as I would be if people found out we met like this.

“Now much I can do about it right now,” I added as I sat back on the bed.

The only way out would be to leave and get my brother killed in the process, not to mention the potential of being hunted down because of the things that I’d inadvertently found out.

If letting them use my pussy now and then kept them from killing me, it was a price I was going to have to pay until I could figure something else out.

Miles couldn’t claim me even if he wanted to and I didn’t know if he wanted to. That would start a war between the Souls and the Skulls. The Souls spent a lot of their time staying out of wars unless they needed to be fought.

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