Tabios....
I was enjoying her laughter when I notice the bite marks on her neck. At first I thought they were hickeys but once I really saw them I notice they were bite marks and they are not love bite marks either. Those bites look painful like someone did them out of anger. Her icy eyes start to get glossy but she quickly recovers herself “Enough questions about me,” she pulls in the scarf trying to hide what I’ve already seen “You know how I became the owner of Blue Balls now I want to know how do you fit in all this mess?”. I don’t want to drop this conversation just yet. I want to know who did that to her but I know she isn’t going to tell me right, just likes the real meaning behind her tattoo. There are so many questions I want to ask her but I know she isn’t ready to answer them.
“The Santos, were partners with your father and since I am part of the Santos that makes me your partner” I answer dropping the conversation. She takes a sip of her beer as she nods her head. The air between us has change again. She is back to being the icy queen. She straightens her back and looks me straight in the eye “I don’t know how my, James, ran his business but I don't want anything to do with drugs, guns, and there will be no fucking in the club”. I notice she stopped herself from calling James her father. I can tell that talking about her father is really painful for her. I wish I would have had the chance to meet that bastard. I would have killed him my damn self for all the pain he has caused her.
“We don’t deal with drugs” I clear that out. I won’t tell her about the guns because that’s none of her damn business that’s the club business. “Really? “she arched her eyebrow at me like if she don’t believe me. I know it’s hard to believe that we don’t deal with drugs but it’s the truth. “Really” I snarl at her. She throws her hands in front of her and shrug her shoulder “Okay,”. I know for a damn fact that the ‘no sex rule’ isn’t going to fly with my brothers. “If you want to keep the club opening you should reconsider the no fucking rule” I say.
“What do you mean?” she rolls her neck with attitude. I have to fight back my laughter. “Well my brother’s well they aren’t shy about fucking in the open where everyone can see them”. That is an understatement they actually love fucking in the open where any one can watch. Hell I love it too! Just knowing someone is watching you fuck the living hell out of someone makes you want to bust a nut quicker.
“I don’t want to be an owner of a whore house,” she snaps at me “this isn’t going to work. Can I buy your part back?” There is no way she can buy our shares back we never go back on a deal. Plus I will not let that happen. This is the only way I can be near her even the she doesn’t want me to. “I’ll talk to my brothers about it” I say to calm her down. There is no point in talking to them they are going to do whatever the hell they want to. “Thank you” she gives me a tight smile. I am tired of talking about business that’s not the reason why I brought her here. She nibbles on a grape as she avoids looking at me.
“So are you fucking that Thing?” I ask. I know for a fact that that Thing looks at her more than just a friend but I want to know if she does. She chokes on the grape “It’s none of your fucking business who I am fucking or not”. Well that wasn’t the answer I was expecting. Why can she never answer a fucking question? “But no,” she plays with her hair “Chase is just a friend”. Now that’s more like it. I lean back into my elbows and stare at her. I can’t get over how beautiful she is. To think I was the lucky bastard to be the first man in her life makes my chest rise with pride. She looks over her shoulder to me “What?”. She is fiddling with her scarf again. I’ve notice that every time she is nervous she fiddles with whatever she has close. I tilt my head to the side “Do I make you nerves?”.
“Yeah you do” she shyly admits. I already knew I made her nervous. I just wanted to see if she would admit it out loud. Surprisingly she did. “Why?” I push it. Let’s see if she can answer that one truthfully. She lies down on her back next to me as she stares at the open sky. She tilts her face to the side and looks up at me with her icy blue eyes “You scare me”. I can tell she is telling the truth. I feel my chest tighten up at her words. I didn’t think she was going to be this real with me. I don’t know what the fuck to say to that. Her eyes are burning into mines searching for something but I just don’t know what.
I know that I can come off like a scary dude but I will never hurt her. I tuck a strand of hair that escapes her ponytail behind her ear. She stares into my eyes with her big icy blues. I want to tell her that I’ll never hurt her but I can’t promise her that. I dip my head but she quickly sits back up “This is a bad idea”. I drop my head and take a deep breath. Every time I think that I am finally getting close to her she shuts the idea down. “What’s a bad idea?” I ask.
She looks over her shoulder at me “You, me, this” she waves her fingers between us. I don’t understand what she means by us? “We can’t be friends?” I ask. I feel like a little as kid trying to be friends with the girl he met at the sandbox. She press her lips together as she looks up to the sky like if the answer she is waiting for its going to magically appear. “You just want to be friends?” she raised a brow. Of course I want to be her friend but I also want to be more than that. I want to be the guy she calls on whenever she needs someone to fuck the living shit out of her. “Yeah,” I sit right next her “I do have friends that are females you know”. She rolls her eyes as she laughs “I can just imagine what kind of things ya do together”.
If I have to be honest with myself I only have one female friend and that is Mia, who happens to be Joshua’s little sistr. She is a female and she is my friend so it counts. The rest of the girls I consider them my friends also but just in a different kind of friendship. “I guess we can be friends” she smiles at me. My chest skips a beat at her smile but my dick cringe at the thought of just being friends with her. I guess I just have to accept that for now. “Friends it is” I bump her with my shoulder. She laughs “Okay” she bumps me right back.
“So are you dating anyone?” I ask. She turns her head and glance at me from the corner of her eyes. “What,” I throw my hands up in the air trying to act innocent “I am just asking as a friend, friends ask questions like that don’t they?”. Since she isn’t fucking that Thing maybe she has someone else. I just want to know. “No, I don’t date” she scowled. Her answer is exactly what I wanted to hear but at the same time it’s not. “You don’t date at all?” I ask suspiciously. I know there has to be a line from here all the way back to the club trying to date her. She starts picking on the blanket “No”. That’s all she says she doesn’t give me a reason. So I ask for one “Why?”
I tilt my head to the side to read her better. She locks her ankles as she cracks her knuckles. I can tell this conversation makes her uncomfortably. I don’t even think she is going to answer my question but she does. “Because I don’t believe in that” her voice comes out small. What? I am confused. I swear I feel like I am never going to really get to know her. The less I know the more I want to get to know her. “I don’t understand, I thought all women like those kinds of things you know going out on a romantic dinner and all that other crap” I run my hand through my beard. I usually shave it off but I haven’t had the time to trim it. She picks on imaginary lint on her shirt avoiding looking at me “Exactly it’s all crap just to get us to fuck them and after they get what they want they throw two fingers in the air and you’ll never hear from them again”.
She has a point men do shit like that to get some pussy. Well not all of them because I don’t do that shit. Whenever I want some pussy I just get it. I don’t have to do all that extra shit. “So how do you expect to find your prince charming?” I ask. I don’t care what anyone says every women dreams of meeting that prince charming asshole and I doubt she is different.
She laughs but I can tell its fake because her face looks like she is pain instead of happiness. Her eyes are drowning with tears “Sorry,” she cleans the tears trying to play it off like they are due to her laughing “That fucker is too busy being someone’s else prince charming to come for my rescue”. Rescue? I find it odd that she would say rescue. From what or whom does she need rescue from? “Anyways what about you, is there a pretty old lady waiting for you at home?” she picks on the grass.
Old lady? How does she know that we refer to our women as old ladies instead of wife? “Old lady?” I arch my eyebrow at her. Maybe she knows more about the biker world than what I think she does. “Oh so you do have someone special in your life” she mocks. What? Where she get that from? “No I don’t have an old lady but how do you know about old ladies in the first place?” I ask. Bikers are the only people that call their women old ladies. Her shoulder stiffens as her face tightens up, getting rid of any sign of humor, “Let’s just say I knew someone in that life style”. I know she isn’t going to tell me anymore. She has closed up again and there is nothing I can do to open her up again. “I think we should get going” she stands and swipes her ass off with her hands. My eyes automatically go to her ass. Damn those jeans looks fucking good on her, makes her ass look round and plum. She shifts her weight in one leg and crosses her arms as she stares down at me. “What?” I ask defensively “You can’t blame me for being a man”.
She shakes her head with amusement “Get your ass up and help me clean up”. I give her my best boyish smile and stand to help her clean. I notice her checking me out as I bend down to pick up the garbage. I raise my eyebrow at her as I look over my shoulder. “What?” she crosses her arms over her chest “You can’t blame a woman for looking”.