“You’re here,” Trista cries out as she stands and rushes toward me.
She throws her arms around my shoulders and we embrace in a hug. This one is longer and just better. Mainly because I don’t smell like sex and have a rat’s nest for hair.
We break the embrace and I step back, looking into her tired eyes. “You’re having a baby,” I whisper. She nods, her lips curving up into a small smile. “Taz’s baby,” I exhale.
She couldn’t hold back the huge smile even if she wanted to at that. Her lips turn up and her teeth even show.
“I am,” she sighs.
“I hate you and love you all at the same time.” I laugh.
She turns and walks back over to the table where she’d been sitting with Pinkie. I look around now that Pinkie’s seat is empty and wish I hadn’t. Pinkie is now on her knees sucking someone off, which is fine, but all I can see is his clenched hairy ass cheeks and the side of her body as she bobs on his dick.
Spinning back around to Trista, I wrinkle my nose at her, which makes her laugh. Sitting down, I let out a groan as my sore ass touches the chair. Riding on that damn bike for two days killed me. Maybe I should have just sucked it up for a full day’s ride and not been so demanding about pitstops.
Trista clears her throat and I lift my head, my gaze flicking up to meet hers. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?” she asks, her voice softening with each word she says.
“No.”
She arches a brow and I remember what Hawk said, that he doesn’t want her to know everything. Honestly, neither do I. She doesn’t need to know what is happening, not unless it affects her. Although, as a friend, I really wish that I could just unload.
“It’s just a problem with an old client. It’ll blow over.”
“Who’s the hottie?” she asks, arching a brow.
I let out a laugh. “My neighbor. He was helping me. I figured he’d be safe here in case any of that stuff spills over.”
She purses her lips together, her gaze narrowing on me, but doesn’t say anything immediately. Instead, she studies me and I wish that I could figure out what she’s thinking, but I can’t. Her face relaxes and she speaks, her voice low and steady.
“Your neighbor that wants to fuck you so my dad is going to prove a point, drive it home in an obvious kind of way, and that means he’ll let this neighbor of yours fuck the clubwhores while my dad fucks you, either in front of or practically in front of him.”
I could say that I’m relieved she didn’t ask me any more in-depth questions about my issue with an old client, however, I’m not sure I’m ready for where this conversation is going with her. Clearing my throat, I wonder if I should have just stayed up in that room the way that Hawk demanded I do.
“Avah,” Trista softly calls out.
Shifting my gaze to her, I think about lying, but I can’t. Not only can’t I lie about Hawk, I can’t lie to Trista, not ever. Biting the inside of my cheek, I try to think about something else, something that I can quickly change the topic of conversation to, but it doesn’t happen, nothing pops into my head except the memory of Hawk literally fucking me in the dirt right next to Keaston.
“I’m his territory that he’s marking,” I whisper.
“Avah,” she rasps, her voice filled with a shot of pity. “I don’t really know what to say.”
I snort. She does know what to say, she does, because she said it to me once already. She warned me off of her dad. Said he runs when things get hard, which he’s already done once, but to be fair I pushed him away, too. She said she doesn’t know anything about his personal life, but she doubts that he’ll want much more than a good time.
I fell for the bastard too. Completely and totally, and now I’m fucked.
“You told me so?” I laugh, though it holds zero humor. “We had sex in the dirt, in the desert, while Keaston was a few feet away.”
“Shit, girl,” she hisses. “I honestly never want to hear a sexscapade story again, but shit.”
Nodding my head, I lean in. “Keaston is hot, but I don’t want to be with him.”
“You want Hawk.”
Pressing my lips together, I try not to say the words aloud, but I don’t have a choice. “I want Hawk.”
She makes a cringing face and leans back. “Avah,” she sighs, the pity not even hidden this time in her voice.
“I know,” I say with a nod. “I tried to start over. I really did, then all this shit happened, but even if it hadn’t, I couldn’t get him off of my mind.”
“I told him to bring you home. He loves you and I told him to bring you home,” she confesses.
“Home?” I ask, ignoring the part about love, mainly because I can’t think about that.
She shrugs a shoulder. “Home, here with me. I’m selfish like that. I know you love him and if he was someone who could identify that kind of emotion, I think he loves you too. I told him you were lonely and needed to come back here, come home and be with your family.”
“Because you missed me?” I whisper.
“Because I love you, Avah. You’re my best friend, you’re my sister and I missed you, but I love you too and I want you here where we can see one another.”
“Shit,” I whimper as tears fill my eyes. “I love you, too.”
Trista reaches forward and takes my hand in hers. “I shouldn’t have told him to bring you home. I should have let you live your life. I shouldn’t have done that, because now that I’m
