“Sex Piston, just once I wish you would let me finish coming before you’re calling me an asshole,” he mocked her as she scrambled into her clothes.
“Then don’t piss me off,” she retorted as she pulled her top over her tumbled curls. He wanted to drag her back into the bed and kiss her until the stubborn look disappeared, but knew she had to get to work and he had to get the girls ready for school.
Stud climbed out of bed and threw a grin in her direction. “How did I piss you off by telling you that you’re never going to fuck another man?”
“Because I’ll fuck anyone I want. You might have been my first, but you’re sure as shit won’t be my last.” Pulling her boots on, she then grabbed her bike keys from the nightstand.
Zipping his jeans closed, he gave her a look that had her freezing in place. It was a look that left no doubt of his intentions, and gave her a warning that while he let her have her way with keeping their relationship a secret, it was only because he let her.
“Sex Piston, I’m going to give you a warning and you better listen up because I’m only going to give it once.” Putting on his own boots, he faced the woman staring at him with an expression of stubbornness. “I’m not a man who is going to let you cut off his balls to keep you happy. There’s room for only one man in this relationship and that’s me.” He raised his hand to stop her undoubtedly nasty response to his words. “I’m not Ace or those other fuckwads who have let you have your way to keep you happy. Try to make a move on another man and you’ll see a whole other side of me.”
“Whatcha going to do, Stud?” Sex Piston went to the bedroom door, her hand going to the doorknob.
“He won’t be able to fuck you with every bone in his body broken, and you’ll never doubt me again.” His words rang in her mind as she left Stud standing with his hands on his hips, leaving do doubt in her mind that he meant exactly what he said.
The ruthless intent on his face reminded her of the night he had seen her in The Last Riders’ clubhouse. No, Stud wouldn’t like sharing. That was kind of a point in his favor. Nevertheless, the jerk would eventually screw up and then she would kick him to the curb. Of course she had to get tired of doing him first.
Going outside and getting on her bike, she maneuvered it onto the road, going home to get changed before work. She let herself quietly into the house, not wanting to wake her parents. However, as she closed the door, Skulls came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Morning.”
“Hey, Pops.” Sex Piston felt the blood rush to her cheeks at his knowing look.
Rushing to her room, she took off her clothes and then took a quick shower. Getting dressed, she put on a red dress that clung to her figure, a pair of heels and her black, swing jacket.
Ready for work, she went out of her room to find Stud dropping off Star. Her pops was holding the wiggling toddler as Fat Louise came in the front door.
Star was fussy and she was fighting going to Fat Louise, squirming against Skulls hold. At Sex Piston’s movement, the little girl’s eyes lit on her.
“Sexy,” she bellowed, reaching out.
Sex Piston thought seriously about walking by the child with everyone’s surprised gaze on her. Yet, unable to resist, she reached for the little girl, feeling chubby arms circle her neck. A dollop of her drool landed on the front of her dress, leaving a damp mark, but she didn’t notice it as she turned away, leaving startled gazes following her as she went into the kitchen.
Sitting the little girl in the highchair, she gave Star a cracker to tear apart as she began making her oatmeal. Fat Louise came into the kitchen, taking a seat and began playing with Star.
“I got offered a job at the hospital.” Fat Louise had been out of work for the last year since her last job had ended with the business closing. “I can’t turn it down, Sex Piston.”
“I know.” She poured the oatmeal into two bowls, setting them down at the table. She gave one to Fat Louise and blew on the other sticky mess for Star.
“I start Monday,” Fat Louise continued, looking at her friend carefully as she blew on her own oatmeal.
“Okay,” she said, feeding Star the spoonful of cooled oatmeal.
“What are we going to do?” Fat Louise asked.
“I don’t know. I’ll think of something,” she answered, making her voice more confident than she sounded.