I didn’t need this new development in my life.
I had to forget about Lucas Storey.
What I wished the damn most was knowing why he was different. Why he appealed to me when it’d always been women, their curves, their tits, their tight, wet, hot hole I could slip into.
“Fuck my life,” I muttered, because all I wanted to do was slip into Lucas.
I huffed out a laugh. Never did I imagine some guy’s ass would turn me on, but it did. Hell, I’d even checked it out, thinking of taking a handful to see what it felt like.
Would his small body be able to take mine?
Shit, I had to stop thinking about it.
I needed a drink and to be around my brothers. They’d keep my mind off things.
My phone rang and my damn heart gave a little jerk. I grabbed it, noticed it wasn’t Lucas’s number, and disappointment had me tightening my grip on my phone and clipping out, “What?”
“Where the fuck are you?” came Death’s voice.
“In my room.”
He chuckled. “You with a piece of ass?”
The only ass I wanted I didn’t really want. Fuck, did that even make sense? “No,” I bit out.
Death snorted. “Sounds like you need some though. Want me to send Hailey down there? She’s out here looking for some. All over Saint at the moment.”
“I sent her packin’. Don’t need her back.”
“Ah, no wonder you’re uptight. What about Tesha?”
“Brother, I don’t need pussy. There a reason why you called?”
“Yeah, the prez and VP just got back. Callin’ for church in half an hour.”
“I’ll be there. They look all right?”
“In good spirits, so it should be good.”
I grunted and then ended the call. Country and State were the president and vice president of the club. They’d been on the road for the last month, setting up a new charter in the town over. It would be good to have them back, and they might even need someone to go back there to watch things. I could be that man. It meant getting out of town and away from Lucas, which could be good for both of us.
Chapter Eight
Wreck
I was weak. Country hadn’t needed anyone to go back to the other club, so I threw myself into work, club business, and drinking. How I turned out weak was because it’d only been a couple of weeks, and already, I wanted my fill of Lucas.
It was like he was a beacon of light in a dark day, which sounded fucking pathetic and weird since I hardly knew him. But it was just how he acted, his looks, how I never knew what would fall out of his mouth…. It all drew me in and made me smile.
I was also weak because I sat on Saint’s couch, pretending to watch a basketball game with him while waiting for Lucas to get home from classes.
It was fucking stupid for me being there, but when Saint suggested it, I was the first to say I’d come over. I was the first because I didn’t want to go another day without seeing him.
How fucking strange was that?
I wanted to see a guy for a reason I never thought would be possible with me. I wanted to see him because I liked hearing him, I liked looking at him, and being around him.
Jesus motherfucking Christ, I sounded like I’d lost my balls and grew a pussy.
Saint nudged my knee with his. “What’s been up with you lately?”
“Nothin’.”
“Wreck, you’re pissed more these days. Is it about Hailey? You pissed I took her to bed? ’Cause you can have her back. That bitch is clingy.”
I snorted. “Told you before, I don’t want anythin’ to do with her. I also warned you how she was—only after becomin’ an old lady.”
“Shit. I know, but I didn’t think one night, one fuckin’ night would have her thinkin’ about weddin’ bells. Though, Pog seems keen to lock her down.”
“True.” Pog and Hailey had been inseparable for the last week. Only four days after Saint had her, but Pog didn’t care. He was infatuated with her. We also knew he wasn’t the type to break her heart. Though if she broke him, we’d have words. Maybe I needed to word her up in case she was playing him.
The front door opened, my gut gave a lurch, and my pulse took off. Lucas stepped in with his head down, calling, “How come you get to leave the front door unlocked, but I can’t?” He mustn’t have noticed my bike out front. Probably in his own world.
Saint laughed. “That’s because I can kick someone’s ass.”
Lucas dropped his bag and bent over to go through it for something.
“Pfft, please, I can beat someone up.”
Saint chuckled at his brother.
I thinned my lips, taking in the view. My dick seemed to like it as well. Jesus, that was a mind fuck. But he had a nice ass that was encased in cotton. On top, as he straightened with books in his arms, I noticed he wore a hoody. It was baggy on his small body.
He looked up and noticed me sitting there watching him. The books dropped to the floor, his face went bright red, and he quickly grabbed them up. I could see the tightness to his jaw.
He cleared his throat, stood again, and said, “Ah, yeah, hey, um, Wreck. Didn’t see you there.” He laughed nervously. I liked him nervous around me. “So, um….” He licked his lips. Was he trying to tease me? I knew he wouldn’t be. His mouth was probably dry from the fear of seeing the one man I knew he wouldn’t want to see.
Well, he shouldn’t have been so tempting.
Fuck.
He started toward the kitchen. “My turn to make dinner, so, um, I’ll get right on it. Night—I mean bye.”
He’d nearly made it, but then Saint called, “Hey, don’t rush off. How’d lunch go with that guy?”
That guy?
There was a guy?
What fucking guy?
I dug my fingers into the couch but
