Page 627 of One More Kiss

Kenny’s Beginning

Kenny

Age 18

When I was younger, my mom up and left right after my daddy died, leaving my brother Jerod to raise me. You’d have thought growing up I’d have ended up in foster care or something, but no one ever questioned where my mom was.

Jerod would forge her signature on anything that needed parental consent or make up an excuse as to why he was talking to them and not her.

Life was hard with Jerod always working, trying to keep a roof over our heads. When he turned eighteen, he joined the Devil’s Riot MC. He always wanted to join them, especially considering our daddy was a part of them.

Most biker kids grow up in the club but I didn’t. Daddy always told me it wasn’t a world I belonged in. Little girls were supposed to grow up, go to college, and not hang around the club partying.

Maybe if things had been different, I wouldn’t have become as rebellious as I am. I speed wherever I go. Give attitude to anyone who deserves it. The other day, I even went and got my first big tattoo that will be visible to anyone that looks at my back. Doesn’t mean it’s my first one, I actually have several thanks to my fake ID.

If my brother knew about those, he’d have flipped his shit. He usually does when it comes to me doing anything. Jerod only has a few rules where I’m concerned. Don’t do drugs, which is a given. Don’t get into trouble, well too much trouble, cause hey, trouble is my middle name. And the most important one he has is don’t go near the Devil’s Riot MC. That’s his club and he wants to keep me as far from it as possible.

Jerod and I are close, however, he drives me nuts with his overprotectiveness. It’s probably why I get into so much trouble. I’m constantly being pulled over for speeding, somehow the cops always call my brother and he shows up to ream my ass. But I’ve never gotten a ticket, no matter if I’m going ten or thirty miles over the speed limit.

You would think with me being the rebellious one that I’d have a ton of friends. However, I don’t— I’m a complete loner. Unfortunately, people seem to gravitate to me, always wanting to talk about some moot point.

I never expected when I was a little girl, that everything would change. But my dreams did the day my daddy died along with my mom up and leaving us. I no longer have dreams of going to college and becoming a vet, now, I want to open a bar. A place where no one will bother you while you drink and you can do your own thing. It’s a vision I will make true one day, but today I need to get my shit. It’s my day off from my job and I need to go to the grocery store.

Getting up and ready for the day, I’m dressed in a tank showing off my new tattoo and a pair of jeans. Thankfully, it's warm enough not to have anything pressed against my back. I put my hair up in a messy bun as I walk out the door.

Driving to the grocery store, I blare my music while I drive. I have a love for all music, but my favorite is rock— Nirvana is my number one go to band. I mean who doesn’t love hearing Kurt Cobain sing Heart-Shaped Box or Come As You Are.

I don’t pay much attention to the other people while I make my way into the parking lot, parking near the front of the store. It’s rare to find such a good spot on a Saturday morning. All the coupon crazies are out. Let’s just hope I don’t get stuck behind one at the checkout, otherwise, I might have to bite my tongue. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Walking into the store, I head straight for what I need to grab and head for the checkout. Finding a line with the least amount of people in it, figuring I can check my Facebook while I wait, I opened my purse to search through it.

"That’s one wicked-ass tat you got, babe. Where’d you get it done?" the most masculine voice I’ve ever heard comes from behind me.

"Thanks. Ink Masters in Blacksburg," I mumble, keeping my head down, still scuffling through my purse. I don’t know if I want to see if the guy attached to that wonderfully hot voice is just as sexy.

"No problem. You got a name?"

“Kenny,” I say, finally turning around, looking up to see the most beautiful man ever. When my eyes meet his, my heart stops in my chest.

“So, how about you and I get out of here and go grab a beer or something.” The smile on his face pulls me in. I could see myself wrapped around this man as he fucks me, too bad I’m still a virgin.

Yep, I could see that happening.

“Sure, I could use a beer.” I smile up at him, I’ve never done anything like this before.

“Alright, sweet girl, let’s get moving then.”

Leaving the items I needed, I take his hand and a shiver runs down my spine. I know my life is about to change at this moment.

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