Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
TAYA
I blink away the sleep, heat at my back telling me that Dustin stayed in bed with me.
My body aches in all the right places and I smile to myself, burying my head in the pillow to mute my girly giggles. We had sex two more times after we had a short nap, Dustin taking me slow and sweet, then fucking me hard and fast in the shower, before sleep took us completely.
Turning to face him, I smile.
He looks younger when he sleeps. No worries weighing down on his shoulders. I know being a part of the Three Kings MC can be a heavy burden on a person. Knowing the club for years, I have seen some of the members go through some shit. Crow not long ago found out that he had fucking adult twin kids who he knew nothing about, and that fucked him up for a short time, but he loves Lottie and Luther now.
Some of the guys say nothing when they come to my farm to drop off a body, but I can see by the state of said body that the member took a lot of anger out on the person they killed.
Sniper is one of the brothers I worry about; he seems sweet when he does little things like help clean up, or even brings me coffee, but then I have seen the state he can come to the farm in and I know that he went all out to kill that person.
I brush my finger across Dustin’s eyebrow, over the scar that runs through it, stopping the hair from growing. If I am being honest, I think it adds to his character.
His lips are parted a little, they look kissable as they always do. My finger traces over his brows, down over his temple, his jawline. Keeping up my exploration, my finger moves over his neck, his shoulder and down his bulging bicep that is covered in intricate tattoo designs.
A Koi fish fills his upper arm, with swirls of water around it, and further down, mixed with flowers, is another Koi fish that is designed to look real. His tanned skin from riding in the Nevada sun makes the black ink pop.
The whole meaning behind a Koi fish tattoo is perseverance. It is perfect for Dustin because he keeps pushing through anything that he puts his mind to, including bedding me. Not only that, but he is also prepared to do what it takes for the club— he will persevere through anything for them.
My bladder chooses this moment to let me know that it needs emptying. Just when I was enjoying exploring his body without his mouth ruining things.
Quietly giggling to myself, I slip from the bed, stepping into the adjoined bathroom to do my business. My bladder is eternally grateful for the release. Washing my hands and drying them, I step back into the room, my throat dry.
I decide to go down to the kitchen to get some water, maybe bring a bottle of two back up here because I have plans for the man sleeping in his bed.
Leaving off my bra and panties, because I plan on coming straight back to bed, I reach down and pick up the black shirt Dustin was wearing last night and slip it on over my body. I softly pad across the room, slipping into the hallway.
The club is quiet; the party must have died down hours ago, not that I know what time it is. I always thought that the club partied until sunup. My feet hit the cold hardwood flooring that runs through the whole clubhouse, I would imagine for easy cleaning after one of their parties.
Turning a corner that leads to another hallway, I hear moaning and skin slapping against skin. Someone is getting laid nice and hard. My body instantly becomes aroused, thinking of how Dustin makes me moan and pant his name.
That man knows how to fuck.
Licking my dry lips, I am reminded of why I left the warm bed with the hot man sleeping in it. Moving toward the main room, I see that it is empty barring one of the older brothers sleeping with a naked chick across his body on the couch.
Personal note: Do not sit on that couch.
Shaking my head, I push through the large wooden door that leads into the kitchen. The cool air hits my heated body from the open door that leads out onto the back of the compound.
Voices float into the room, but I cannot make out what they are saying. Pulling open the door to the refrigerator, I collect two bottles of water before stepping closer to the open door.
Two men talk, voices that I can’t seem to place.
“I bet Smoke is fucking happy finally getting Taya into his bed.” They laugh, and my body goes still, my breath freezing in my lungs at the mention of my name.
“He has balls of steel, because when Taya finds out that Smoke agreed to date her just to cover her for protection from that rich prick that wants her pussy for himself, she will not think twice about cutting him into pieces and feeding him to her fat pigs. Pres and Bobby-Jay came to an agreement that Smoke would stick close to her, maybe even marry her, to add the club’s full protection.”
“She scares the fuck out of me but, fuck, have you seen her, man? Tits for days and legs that would feel good wrapped around my hips while I plow into her,” one speaks.
I feel sick.
My stomach rolls and threatens to empty right here in the kitchen. My hands grip at the two plastic bottles as my heart cracks open.
It was all a fucking set up.
He never wanted to date me.
He was ordered to be my protection, and he thought that pretending to date me would keep him close. I guess fucking me was an added bonus.
My body shakes as the men laugh at my expense, while my heart is shattering.
Why did he do this to me? Why did my father?
Betrayal courses through my veins along with the heartbreak.
My own family. How could they do this?
I hate that they see me as this weak woman who can’t defend herself. Evander is some big-time criminal, but fuck me, I know how to use a guy and I will when needed. My hands shake as I step back, but I stop when I hear them speak again.
“Smoke is one lucky fucker. The Dreamers love fucking him, but even more so now that he has fucked Taya.” They chuckle, like it is some fucking joke that they are messing with my life.
So, Smoke has been fucking other woman and lied to my face. I should have known.
Once a whore, always a fucking whore.
Thank the Lord that I made that lying bastard wear a condom.
My chest is heaving in both pain and anger.
The need to run overwhelms my senses, so I spin on my heel and go back to the prick’s bedroom. When I enter, he is still sleeping, but now he has moved onto his stomach, facing away from me, with both arms under his pillow.
The overwhelming desire builds to use his pillow to smother the lying bastard.
I snarl low in my throat at how fucking hot he looks right now but I know he is fucking ugly on the inside. Watching him sleep, so many ways to kill him flash through my head. Do I end him quickly, or make it hurt for a while? Then feed him to my babies.
Then it hits me that I never do the killing. But I could make an exception for this motherfucker.
It is a waste, because he is one fucking hot man, but I will not stay with someone who has betrayed me like he has.
Ripping his shirt from my body, I quickly dress sans my panties, because there is no way I am putting on dirty underwear. Collecting my shoes and purse, I make sure that I am not forgetting anything, because there is no way in hell I am coming back here.
Slowly moving around the room, I gently pull open the curtains and twist the rod that opens the wooden blinds that help keep out the bright Nevada sun, with the hopes that the sun wakes him early.
Smirking to myself, I pad to the door, giving him one last look.
Dustin-fucking-lying-piece-of-shit-Templar can fuck all the way off if he thinks that he is ever touching me again.
As for Bobby-Jay, well, he will fucking hear all about this stunt that he has pulled. My rage takes over as I stomp through the clubhouse without a backwards glance.
Fuck the Three Kings MC.
Fuck Smoke.
And fuck my father.
Walking down the road that leads away from the compound, I book a Lyft to come pick me up. The further away I get, my anger fades and hurt and regret seeps in. He fucking played me, and I let him.
My nose burns as tears blur my vision, and my chest constricts as I step close to the main road. With my purse tucked under my arm and my shoes hanging loosely from my fingers, my brain is not registering the pain of my bare feet against the dirt road.
Never again will I trust a man who belongs to an MC.
They only bring pain into people’s lives.