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“Fuck, we shouldn’t have,” he said, automatically, like he came to the awful realization just then.
“No one can know,” I cried, echoing his sentiment.
Kingpin swooped me into his arms, pulling me against his naked chest. “Who’s going to know? I sure as hell won’t tell a soul.”
The biker tried to comfort me, placing kisses on my forehead. That only made matters worse. Taking all the comfort he offered, I pressed my naked body against his. I cried myself to sleep in his caring arms.
When I woke up, I was sore, down there. And my neck. Closing my eyes, I remembered the evening vividly. My eyes popped open when I realized it was Kingpin who gave me such great sex. Had I been dreaming? No. I saw him sneaking out the door.
“Kingpin, you’re leaving already?” I wanted time to talk about what happened.
He held up his hands. “Guilty.” Everything was always funny to him.
I rubbed my aching neck. “About last night,” I started.
“It's okay. I remember. I won't tell anyone.”
I sat up, barely able to. “I feel plumb awful.”
“Why? Are you hurt? Did I hurt your neck?” Kingpin ran his eyes all over me, genuinely concerned.
In the morning light I tried to not let him caring affect me like it had last night.
“I’m worn slap out, but it’s not that. I feel like a whore. I mean you're married. I don't want to be a homewrecker. But I’d just seen Hallow with Steph, his ex.” I tried to explain myself, my willingness.
Kingpin’s gaze steadied me. “That purple haired girl who rides? You didn’t wreck a thing. Sky and I are taking a break.”
“What happened?” I asked.
I’d heard a little of it. I’d known they’d broken up. Last night, buzzed and heartbroken when he came to me, I hadn’t thought about his marriage one bit.
“It doesn't matter. I'm glad I could be some revenge sex for you too.” Kingpin didn’t break our intense stare.
The things we weren’t saying hung in the air. I didn’t know how to. “It's not like that either, Kingpin. I don’t know what this was. It's complicated. For me anyhow. I don’t know how you feel.”
“Don't worry Eve, this never happened.”
I nodded my head quickly realizing maybe Kingpin didn't feel the same. “Right. You’re right. You’re always right.”
He left. And though nothing had been there before it sure felt different now. I loved Hallow, regrettably, but I wanted Kingpin, as in, I wouldn’t throw him out of my bed if Hallow wasn’t there. Not to mention, it’d felt like more than sex. But how would I know? One thing I surely didn’t know was how to proceed.
The next day when I overheard Sky talking to Paisley and Leo about their breakup. I knew I had to be careful.
Chapter 11
Kingpin
I only made one mistake.
But Fuck. Sky had lied to me. I’d just seen video proof of my Ol’ Lady’s lie, her betrayal as she agreed to get close to me for the Music City Syndicate. I even saw the gut wrenching 4k proof of her fucking Ralph Getty after she fucked me. I had just learned the woman I married planned to betray me. She fooled me. Played the goddamn king to countless, ruthless men. And the kicker, her baby might not be mine. The mob sent their bloody threat. A stinking pig’s fetus. They’d take the child if it turned out to be Ralph’s.
Drunk and high, I avoided the whores who offered me solace that night. But lo and behold, I stumbled onto Eve, into her welcoming arms and warm, tight pussy. Eve, the Angel who I’d been certain I didn’t have any feelings for, though everyone around me swore I did. Belonging to an underling, Eve had been off limits, sort of. Besides, the girl hated me. Feared me so much we used that fear to cure her stage fright. Our previous times together took on a whole new meaning as I speared her onto my cock.
Had everyone else at the club seen something I’d not?
Then I saw Eve after that fateful night, the night I first found her in the basement. The night I took off my wedding ring.
Friday night she was to sing at Royal Road. I’d already kicked my Ol’ Lady, Sky out of my life, telling her she’d be moving out of the Big House a couple of days ago. She’d been coming to the club and taunting me since. Flirting with other men, she showed me she was just who I thought she was. The girl who’d sleep with Ralph Getty of the goddamn mob before coming on to me. Sky had lured me in, and I’d fallen for it.
