“I wasn’t expecting you to call so soon, but I’m glad you did.” He grins at me and I lean against the dresser as he walks toward me. The scent of his cologne washes over me as he moves in close, caging me in. “I have to be honest, Steph. When you called me, my heart skipped a beat. You must know that I was attracted to you back then and even more so now.” He angles his clean-shaven face toward mine and I don’t know if I want him to kiss me or not. Maybe calling him was a mistake. I need to find out what he has on Justin though. Maybe it is something I can use against him to buy my freedom.
“You said you wanted to talk. I don’t think my husband would appreciate coming home and finding a cop in his living room. So here we are.” I duck under his arm and move away. He follows me as I sit on the edge of the bed. His hand goes to my knee and I want to move, but I don’t want to offend him by pushing him away.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you.” I swallow hard as his hand moves further up my pant leg.
“You said you wanted to discuss my husband.” I slightly move in the opposite direction. This meeting is awkward, and I am afraid I have made a huge mistake.
He laughs. “Relax. We’ve got all night…you lied and told your husband you were somewhere else didn’t you.”
“I think you have the wrong idea. I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that I came here for any reason other than talking.”
“You didn’t invite me here to talk, Stephanie. We both know you blushed today when I told you I had always wanted you.” Before I can argue he leans over and kisses me. The moment catches me off guard and I return the kiss for a moment before shoving at his shoulders.
“This was a bad idea.” I start to get up and leave when his next words stop me.
“I know your husband was involved in the death of his friend the other night. You give me what I want, and I can help you put him away.” I may not like Justin all the time, but I don’t want
to see him locked up. Fear of what evidence he has on Justin and how he could possibly know he was at Zo Zo’s that night freezes me in place. Justin isn’t like the other bikers. He tells me everything. I’m his best friend.
“What do you want?”
“What I’ve always wanted since I was fourteen years old—to fuck you.”
“What if I told you that I love my husband and want to keep him out of jail.”
“Then I’d say, I can help you with that too. One night…that’s all I want.” His fingers brush over my lips. Indecision weighs on me. If I do this and get Justin out of trouble…would he let me walk away? It would show him that I mean it when I said I wouldn’t tell anyone about the things we’ve done.
When will I ever get another chance to do something for him…something to prove my loyalty…something to allow me to walk away and start over new somewhere far from here. “One night,” I whisper, sucking his fingers into my mouth and he groans as I suck and release each one. “One night and you never go against my husband. I want your word.”
“I swear to you. I won’t ever even give him a parking ticket.” He smirks at me and my lips curve into a smile.
“It seems we are both getting what we want.” I lay back on the bed in this filthy motel and do something I have never done. I cheat on Justin and I hate myself a little bit for it. I know we started because I was cheating on Derrick with him and I hated myself for it back then just as I am going to hate myself for this now. Sure, I first fucked Justin because Derrick had told me to do so, but we continued because I fell for him despite myself. I loved them both. It tore me apart, but I couldn't stay away. However, if this is the price for my freedom…for both of us to go our separate ways, I will gladly pay it.
I push thoughts of my husband–of Justin to the back of my mind. If I am going to do this, it needs to be worthwhile. I need to give into passions of the flesh and go back to the girl I was before. The one who didn’t care so fucking much. The one who did what she wanted.
Garret’s mouth comes down on mine as we fall back on the pillows. His hand moves under my shirt and it feels all wrong. I’ve not been with anyone outside of the man I married in so long, I feel like a teenager again.
Chapter 8
—Uno
Parking my bike outside the Cherry Room, I stop at the strip club I bought a few months ago with Hades. Where I was supposed to be all day. I pull my cell out and call Boogeyman. “You still tailing Steph?”
“Yeah and for once shit got interesting.”
“That so. Stay on her.” Boogeyman has done this for me several times. Each time it has resulted in nothing.
“She’s home right now and I have Shelly waiting at home for me, cocksucker.”
“I’ll owe you.”
“You already owe me,” he grumbles. “But if this gets that bitch gone I’ll fucking sit out here all damned night.”
“I appreciate it, man.”
“Don’t go getting all soft like a pansy ass pussy on me.”
“Never.” I laugh and end the call.