Bitter Sweet Deception (The Kingsmen M.C Book 4) (10 page)

Dana freezes.
 “
Wait.
I’
m sorry. Did you just say
Chisolm
?
”

Fuck.

******

CLINK

Ah shit.

I knew I was gonna throw Sugar off by showing up, but I had no idea
I’
d be walking into a full-blown, bonafide, shit storm. To say ther
e’
s some family dysfunction would be putting it mildly. I knew Charlie was
n’
t very forthcoming about her past, but turns ou
t…
sh
e’
s straight-up shady about it.

“
Dan
a…
whatever this shit is between us lately,
I’
m begging yo
u…
do
n’
t tell mom about Chisolm
,
”
 
she implores her baby sister.

The younger version of Sugar, bitchy mouth and all, looks pissed.

“
How could you
?
”
 
she whispers.

“
Not now
,
”
 
Charlie spits.
 “
Just promise me
.
”

Dana rolls her eyes, gritting her teeth while searching for her mother in the distance.

“
You owe me
,
”
 
she reveals before turning to me.
 “
So, Bria
n…
you would
n’
t happen to ride a motorcycle, would you
?
”

Well, shit just got
real
interesting.

******

“
Get in
.
”

Sugar eyes me, and
I’
m sure sh
e’
s trying to read me. She studies her keys hanging loose in her hand.

“
Do
n’
t even think it. You had way to much to drink to get behind a wheel
.
”

I head back to where sh
e’
s lagging behind, following me as we walk through the parking lot.

“
Give them to me
.
”

She drops them gingerly into my palm. I nod as she finishes the action, grateful sh
e’
s not gonna be stupid and fight me on this. She may not be sloppy drunk right now, but sh
e’
s definitely blitzed. We finish the trip to my truck, and I open the passenger door for her to climb in. My temper gets the best of me and I slam it behind he
r…
a little harder than I planned to.

I close my eyes and try to control it. I break out my phone and punch the numbers as I climb in. Suga
r’
s pin-still on the passenger side, but I ca
n’
t bring myself to look at her right now. The phone answers pretty quick.

“
Hey, you working on anything tonight
?
”
 
I ask T.J. through the receiver.

I can sense the hesitation in his voice. He may not be a prospect anymore, but h
e’
s still much lower than me on the club totem pole. If
I’
m asking him if he has plans, he knows ther
e’
s a hidden agenda.

“
U
h…
not really. Wha
t’
s up
?
”
 
I can tell h
e’
s sorry he asked.

I pause our conversation while
I’
m backing out of the parking space. I do
n’
t drive the truck often, and it takes a moment to readjust to the differences between a bike.

“I’
m leaving Suga
r’
s car behind in Oakton, at a place called Tempura. Take a prospect up here and drive it back
.
”
 
Ther
e’
s very little room in that request for him to say no.

I can hear him exhale.
 “
Fine. Leave the keys under the mat. W
e’
ll get around to it
.
”

“
Thanks, bro
.
”

I end the call and throw the phone into the center console.

The sudden action causes Sugar to jump in her seat.
I’
m calming down, but still worked up. I catch her from the corner of my eye.

“
Talk. Now
.
”

I want some fucki
n’
answers.

She closes her eyes, biting her lip, clearly not happy about the topic of discussion. She takes a very deep breath, preparing herself.

“
My mom thinks I live in Oakton, OK? I was offered a job here and she thought it was a better opportunity
.
”
 
She shifts uncomfortably in her seat.
 “
It was just easier to let her think I took that job, than to argue with her about why I did
n’
t
.
”

I huff loudly. What is she, sixteen? Come on, is she that afraid to disappoint mommy?
I’
m sorry, but my Sugar would never be afraid to stand up for herself. She nearly bit some dic
k’
s ear off and sh
e’
s afraid of her own mother?

“
My old college roommate lives here, so I just use her address for mail and stuff. Mo
m’
s checked out the apartment
.
”

I rub my temple,
 “
And you really think sh
e’
ll never find out? How is that even remotely possible
?
”

Sugar shakes her head,
 “
I do
n’
t know. Things have just been s
o…
bad between us since my dad died. I just needed to get away from them. I guess I really did
n’
t think things through
.
”
 
Her voice trails off to a whisper by the time sh
e’
s done.

I’
ve never seen her like this. Sh
e’
s stron
g…
bad ass, even. But not now. Now, sh
e’
s just a woman trying to hold herself together. She lifts her pinky to wipe away a tear from the corner of her eye before it releases itself, showing her vulnerability.

I look over at her, but she tries to hide her face, to hide her moment of weakness. I pull the truck over, out of traffic, and into a shopping center parking lot. By the time I throw the gear into park, her tears are flowing freely. I undo my seatbelt, allowing myself the freedom to position myself close to her.

I reach for her chin but she moves it away. Her throat makes strained sounds as she swallows her sobs.

“
Baby
,
”
 
I soften my voice.
 “
Look at me
.
”

She does
n’
t move to look, but does
n’
t fight my hand on her chin this time. Her eyes are glassy, swollen. Her lips quiver as she struggles to contain her weeping.

“
Charlie.
I’
m your man. You ca
n’
t hide this stuff from me. I take it al
l…
the good
and
the bad
.
”

She shakes her head slightly, as if she does
n’
t believe me.

“
Bu
t…
what I
wo
n’
t
  take, is you lying to me
.
”

She swallows hard. I can tell sh
e’
s not used to letting someone in like this.

“
Calm down, Sugar. I
t’
s gonna be fine. W
e’
ll work this shit out with your mom. Even your sister. Whatever the beef is, you ca
n’
t let it fester
.
”

I wipe away the last of her falling tears.
 “
Better
?
”

She rolls her eyes, embarrassed at how
I’
ve just seen her,
 “
I just do
n’
t want to talk about it anymore right now. Please
.
”

I exhale and nod,
 “
Later. W
e’
ll figure this out later, OK
?
”

She agrees.
 “
Later
.
”

Her lips are double their size from her biting on them and pursing them tight while withholding her cries. I stare at them, plump and reddened, glistening from her tears. I move in, touching my lips to hers. Her body is tense, it takes her some time for her lips to loosen, but they do. Sh
e’
s recovering from her ordeal, coming back to me.

Part of me wants to bury myself deep inside her, claiming her, proving to her that even with her baggage, sh
e’
s still mine. The other part of me wants to throw her over my knee and smack her ass until i
t’
s pink, punishing her for trying to hide her double life from me.

I’
m not the only one turned on, all hot and bothered. Sugar deepens our kiss pushing her body into me, fumbling with her own seatbelt to release her constraints.

“
I need you
,
”
 
sh
e’
s breathless. I know i
t’
s her heightened emotional state talking, looking for some sort of outlet.

I groan. Go
d
… this woman is like nothing else. My Escalade is large but even as sh
e’
s petite, this is
n’
t going to be easy. She steals her lips back from mine, darting her eyes around trying to figure this out. Sh
e’
s almost in a frenzy, looking for some way to get what she needs.

I quickly work to unbutton my pants, reaching in to withdraw my hardening dick. She watches me and instinctively knows what to do. She moves to straddle me. As she moves, I slip my hand under her black dress and push her underwear out of the way as she lowers herself onto me.

The friction is harsh as sh
e’
s not quite ready for me to enter, but Lord knows I ca
n’
t give this up right now. I work in other ways to get her body ready. I tickle her lips with my tongue, dragging out my kiss.

“
You
belong
  on my dick, Sugar
,
”
 
I talk dirty to her.
 “
I
t’
s like it was made for you
.
”

The liquid streams now, easing my way, and she moans as I slide all the way in. Once
I’
m fully sheathed, she holds herself still, feeling every bit of me.

“
I do
n’
t deserve you, Clink
,
”
 
she speaks softly.
 “
But I ca
n’
t live without you, either
.
”

Pretty sure
I’
ve said those same words to her at some point. W
e’
ve both done shit, had a past. But now that i
t’
s all out there, we can move past it. This woman is worth that. Now that w
e’
ve both come to terms with not being able to live without the other, we can stop wasting time on bullshit nonsense.