8
LIBBY
After thirty hours of silence, Landon had finally texted me.
I’d never been so happy and relieved. He’d gone to Duluth, which was on the coast of Eastern Minnesota, right on Lake Superior.
I’d never been out that way, but Landon and I had talked about going for a long weekend.
He loved the small coastal town and watching the ships roll in and out of the busy port.
Apparently, he could sit for hours on the beach.
The highlight of his day would be when the world-famous Aerial Lift Bridge… lifted .
I wondered if Storm knew where he’d gone.
Probably. Those two were thick as thieves, which would explain why I’d been left in the dark until now.
The members in the club were Storm’s number one priority, and Maddy and the kids.
Not that he didn’t care about me or any of the other ladies and children. He did, just not above his men.
I’d been a Kitten in the Knight’s Legion MC for over five years now and seen a lot of shit.
The most poignant moment had been when Storm met his greatest challenge: Madeline Hamilton, aka, Angel.
Storm had been best friends with Maddy’s older brother, Toby, back when they were wild teenagers in South Dakota.
After Tommy’s death, Storm had been sent to live with his uncle Matt, the OG president of the Minnesota chapter.
Many years had passed and Storm hadn’t recognized Maddy singing karaoke in The Bullet.
Couldn’t say I blamed him. I’d seen pictures of Maddy from around the last time Storm saw her as a kid, and she looked nothing like the eleven year old in the photo.
She’d had a major glow-up, the shocking kind where our jaw hits the ground and we bet our lives it wasn’t the same person.
Gosh, I just love their story! I felt so honored to have been there to bear witness to Maddy giving the president so much sass and sweetness, she essentially, overpowered the over-the-top, hard-as-nails president.
He’d fallen first and chased after her. They’d hit huge bumps along the way, but they’d overcome the obstacles in one piece.
After Storm claimed Maddy, things had started to change in the club, for the better.
I truly love their love story, and sometimes wished I had one just as riveting as theirs.
As things were right now, I may not have been any closer to getting my happily ever after.
Squeezing my cell phone in my hand, I willed Landon to send me another text. Maybe I should have launched a dozen questions at him, so he’d feel like he needed to reply. I hadn’t wanted to put pressure on him so I’d refrained.
I stared at his text, I’m in Duluth. How are you?
Then my answer, Not good, but so glad to hear from you.
Maybe he’d wanted more from me. Maybe I should have asked how he was in return. If he was enjoying Duluth. You’re such an idiot, Libby. How could I have been so self-centered and not asked about him?
I hated when self-doubt crept in. The last thing I wanted to do was make things worse, but that was what I’d probably done.
I should send another text with questions about him. This time, I’d only focus on him and not sound so sad, even though I was completely heartbroken.
Suddenly, bubbles appeared. He was texting me, again! My heart raced with anticipation. Hopefully, he wasn’t going to call me out for my rudeness.
Landon: I’ll be home tomorrow evening. Is Toby there yet?
Great, he was returning to see Toby, not me.
Libby: Not yet, but he should be very soon.
Landon: We all definitely need to talk.
Libby: Agreed. I miss you.
A pit of dread formed in my gut. It sort of felt like he’d been doing a lot of thinking and made some decisions. Normally, Landon never asked to talk. He was more of an actions kind of guy. It stemmed from his youth, when his foster dad would beat him for his back talk and disobedience.
Another text chimed.
Landon: I miss you too. See you tomorrow.
And my dread fizzled away. He missed me and that was all I needed to help get me through to tomorrow.
A firm, yet quiet knock pulled my attention away from my phone. “Yeah?”
I imagined it was probably Lynx or Dodge checking up on me. They were sweet that way. Of course, we didn’t talk about stuff like men being kind and sweet. That wouldn’t be cool.
Most of the Knights were too alpha for sweet and kind, but me and the old ladies in the club knew better.
But again, we only talked about the super alphas, grumps, teddy bears, softies, and golden retriever men among ourselves and when no other Knight was in earshot.
Many of our conversations about this guy or that one, had probably sounded more like romance book tropes.
“Lib, it’s me.”
Toby! I rushed to the door to let him in. “I’m so happy you’re here!” I launched myself into his arms and kissed him frantically. It might have only been a day and a half since Landon left, but already, I felt starved of affection.
“You feel so good in my arms. Sorry about what happened with, Grizz,” he said, through my kisses. He kicked the door closed and carried me to the bed, putting me on my back. “You’re absolutely stunning.”
“You always say that.” And I love it each and every time.
“Because it’s true.” He covered me with his heavy body. “There’s never been a time I didn’t think you were the most beautiful woman in the room.”
Note that he didn’t say most beautiful woman in the world. World would be unrealistic and exaggerated. Toby only spoke in what he deemed realistic and facts.
I melted against the mattress and lost myself in him. This was how it went with us. We always had sex as soon as he arrived and Landon never complained.
But, it felt wrong this time. It’d been seven months since Toby had been at the club. Landon and I had gotten closer. We were more committed to each other, like a real couple. Wouldn’t I be cheating on Landon if I slept with Toby?
Toby’s hand went under my skirt, and I involuntarily spread my legs for him. He stroked and fondled me, while kissing my neck.
It felt so damn good to be desired. Wanted. Needed. My own desires, wants, and needs rose to the surface and a soft moan swirled out of me.
Some might say I had daddy issues, since I hadn’t grown up with a father, and had needed to please the men in my life.
Others might say my promiscuous behavior had been learned from my mom and sister. Both had been with a ton of men, right in front of me. And again, my need to please the men in my life.
I’d say, I agreed with both assessments.
I did have daddy issues.
I did watch my mom and sister with dozens of men.
I did want to please all the men in my life.
But I also enjoyed sex tremendously, and I wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed to admit I had a voracious appetite for dick.
“Oh, yeah. So wet for me, baby.” He sucked on the tender skin below my ear as he played with me. “I’ll never be gone for so long again.”
“I’m not sure we should do this,” I whispered. My body didn’t agree, naturally. My hips lifted toward his fingers, begging for him to fill me with his thick, long digits.
Toby froze and locked his gaze with mine. “Why?”
“Because Landon isn’t here. We’re a couple now. What if he doesn’t want us being together?”
“Has he said that? Has he made you promise to only be with him?” Toby furrowed his brow, clearly unhappy with what I’d said. The bulge in his pants was no doubt, equally angry. “Have I no say in the matter?”
“What do you think couple means?” I honestly felt bad. Toby and I had enjoyed our time together for years. I understood his hurt and confusion, but I had to put up this boundary until I talked with Landon.
“I don’t know. You two have always been a couple to me.” He climbed off me and adjusted his dick. “It’s not like I’m trying to steal you away from him. I want to be with both of you!”
“Shhh, don’t be upset.” I went to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Hopefully, everything will workout as we want. I just don’t want to risk ruining things when he’s not here. Then none of us will get what we want.”
He let out a frustrated growl. “I know you’re right. I’m being a selfish baby. It’s just, I’ve missed your beautiful pussy, Lib.” And with those charming words floating between us, he smashed his lips against mine.
Passion exploded in me as I devoured him as he did me.
God, he reminded me of my first love, Bryan.
Each time Toby visited, my past made an appearance.
I wasn’t sure if it was right or wrong to compare the two.
It just happened. Perhaps it had something to do with only seeing Toby a few times a year.
Either way, I’d choose Toby over my ex a million times over.
As we kissed feverishly, memories of how Bryan and I met roared back to life like an unstoppable freight train and I didn’t try to stop the flashback like all the other times.
“Hey.” I stopped kissing Toby and pulled back. “Have I ever told you about Bryan, the first guy I fell in love with?”
“Way to cool my jets, Lib.” He blew out a heavy breath. “No, you never mentioned him.”
“I feel like it’s something you should hear.
Landon knows all about him. If we’re going to make it work, the three of us, you should know about him too.
” And I needed to get his mind off of sex.
I didn’t think I could resist him any longer.
“Think of it as deepening our relationship on an emotional level.”
“Sure. Lemme hear about your first love.”
I smiled, sensing he really didn’t want to do this, but only agreed to please me. “Okay, so you know I have an older sister named, Bridget and that our mom died.”
“Yes.”