“So, what’s your sister’s name anyway?” I ask, fishing for info. I’ve always been curious as to her reasons why, as well as why Twister never brought her around the club. Maybe if he did, she wouldn’t have moved away. Either way he’s about to reunite with his sister. And I get to get away from the ghost of a woman who haunts me back home.
Twister hangs up the gas pump, eyeing me skeptically like I should already know her name or something, which is confusing as hell since I’ve never even met his sister. “Her name’s Kenny.”
I freeze. It’s an unusual name for a chick and my luck couldn’t be that good or bad. It couldn’t be the same girl that I was with four years ago.
Not many girls out there named Kenny though.
It couldn’t be the same girl that I was with four years ago. Kenny was a sweet ass, and I was her first without even realizing it. I can still remember everything about her body.
Four Years Ago
Damnit, I hate when I gotta go anywhere close to a store that doesn’t have anything to do with bike parts. Now that’s something I can do but going to the damn grocery store to get shit for the clubhouse, that’s a job for the prospects and clubwhores. I shouldn’t be the one going into a damn grocery store. Definitely shouldn’t have pissed off the VP last night by trying to hit on his latest piece of ass.
Shaking my head as I make my way into the store, I stop dead in my tracks when I see the hottest body I’ve ever seen in my life. Tight jeans covering a perfect ass with flip flops and a tank top covering the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen. Across her pale shoulders ran a colored tattoo of two dragons intertwined around each other, extending to each other across her shoulder blades. The best part of the dragons would have to be their eyes, one with an aquamarine color, the other with a ruby tint. Between the two dragons, kneeled a naked fairy looking upward at the two of them with her arms extended toward their faces. I liked it at first glance but seeing it in detail I think it’s sick.
“That’s one wicked ass tat you got, babe. Where’d you get it done?” I stop behind her, waiting for her to turn around and hoping that her front end matches her back.
“Thanks. Ink Masters in Blacksburg,” she mumbles, keeping her head down as she shuffles through her purse, not looking up at me like I was hoping she’d do.
“No problem. You got a name?” I shoot her another grin while I wait for her to look up at me.
“Kenny.” She finally turns around and my heart almost comes out of my chest. Her eyes had to be the most spectacular blue I’ve ever seen, perfectly paired with dirty blond hair, piled up on her head. She was the most exquisite woman I have ever set my eyes on.
“So, how about you and I get out of here and go grab a beer or something.” I wouldn’t mind getting between those legs of hers instead of having a beer but something about her doesn’t make me mind waiting. She looks like she’d be worth it. I can picture her name rolling off my lips right now while I drive deep into her.
Yep, I could see that happening.
She smiles at me with plush lips “Sure, I could use a beer.” I wonder how I have never seen her before.
And I could use that sweet body under me as I come all over those flawless tits.
“Alright, sweet girl let’s get moving then.”
That had been the beginning of an impeccable week with Kenny and one that has stuck with me since. Problem is, I still dream of her anytime I fall asleep, no matter if I’m sober or not.
I shake my head, ridding it of the memory that started it all. It can’t be the same chick, it can’t be. I can only hope to God that it’s not. I know my best friend would kill me if he finds out I touched his sister. It’s been unspoken, but we’ve always known that his sister is off limits. It’s basically bro code.
“You ready to get back on the road?” Twister asks. At my nod, he yells out to let the rest of the boys know it’s time to get back on the road.
Pulling out of the station and riding next to my Prez and best friend, I feel my mind running a mile a minute. All I can think about is could this be the same Kenny who has been haunting me for the past four years. The woman I haven’t been able to find since I realized she was gone. The same woman who I picture every time I fuck some random bitch. The woman that in a week’s time, stole my heart and never turned back. I swear to fuckin’ God if it is, I’ll be happy as fuck to have found her, but I’m also going to be in deep shit.
Fuck!
Author’s Note
Dear Readers,
I hope you all have enjoyed Luna’s Shadow. I contemplated with the plot line to this one for awhile before finally deciding on the subject I needed to go with. See my sons both have ADHD. Different forms of it and it’s not easy. Some children are also misdiagnosed with ADHD but in reality, they are mild autistic. Either way they are still people they function at a different pace. Luna was dealt a lot and she did the best she could. She’s special but that doesn’t
