Page 331 of One More Kiss

Miles

I’d spent somuch time with Trinity two days ago, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to nut again.

Though I knew that was utterly untrue. If I could’ve seen Trin right now, I would’ve already been gone. But unfortunately, that wasn’t how this whole thing worked.

Now it was Saturday night and there were people everywhere in the club, but I just wasn’t feeling it. I wanted to get out of here for a couple of hours and knew exactly who I wanted to take with me.

We hadn’t hung out in too long and I knew that was my fault. I’d been distant because of my thing with Trinity. Didn’t want to have to lie to my brothers.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said to Alex as he tipped a beer to his lips. He’d just gotten here and that would’ve been his first drink.

“Why?” he asked as he set his bottle back down.

“Go where?” Caleb asked.

“Let’s go get some drinks. Get out of here for a while.”

Alex held up his bottle and said, “We have drinks.”

“Yeah. But don’t you just want to go out?” I asked. The old timers let out a rowdy round of laughter.

I wouldn’t admit to myself that I was kind of hoping I’d see Trinity at the bar I was thinking of. It’d happened before. We’d taken the chance and fucked in the bathroom. That wasn’t my intention today, but if she showed up, it’d be a happy accident.

Caleb sighed. “Fine. Where do you want to go?”

“I was thinking the Hideout.”

Alex snorted. It was a hole-in-the-wall place that we all loved. Didn’t have to worry about uptight people there. It was technically called Thirsty Cow Hideout and it was a great place to hide out.

“Let’s go.” Alex twirled his thumb in the air then headed for the door with Caleb and me behind him.

Caleb and Alex were fuckin’ mountains like their dads. I was big, but not like them. They each had a couple of inches on me and were broad as fuck. It wasn’t hard to see why they intimidated people.

We got to our bikes when Caleb asked, “Should we be carrying tonight?”

“Do you need to?” Alex raised an eyebrow at me as he put his helmet on.

I brushed him off. “I’m not looking for trouble. Are you?”

“I’m lookin’ for a fuckin’ beer.”

Once we all had our helmets on, we brought our bikes to life and took off into the night.

I fuckin’ loved being on the road on my bike. The wind and silence were golden. Even when we were headed somewhere we knew could come with some trouble, it was fuckin’ golden.

The guys and I pulled to a stop out front of the Hideout and got off our bikes. It hadn’t been a long enough ride for me.

“At least it’s not busy,” Caleb said after yanking his helmet off. “I fuckin’ hate it when it’s wall-to-wall people.”

“Yet you don’t mind the club on a Saturday night,” I countered.

“That’s different and you know it. That’s family.”

Alex snorted. “Not all of them are family. If they were, we’d all be fuckin’ disgusting.”

The three of us chuckled as we headed in. He was right. We’d each fucked people who hung out at the clubhouse, so no, they definitely weren’t our fuckin’ family.

The Hideout wasn’t packed, though we knew it wouldn’t be because of the number of cars outside, but there were a few groups of people. Enough so we wouldn’t feel like we were in here alone. And as we settled at a table, more people came in after us.

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