Chapter Twenty #2
“Hell, I’m not even sure exactly. All I can really tell you is that one day Walker kissed me when he was keyed up, and I didn’t hate it.
He said he needed to get out some energy, and I thought ‘why not?’ I love him, and if that’s what he needs, then I’ll give it to him.
Shit spiraled from there. At first, it was something I did for him.
I knew he needed it, and I did too. We gave each other relief when we couldn’t get it anywhere else in our lives.
We leaned into each other. At first, we didn’t want to bring a woman into the shit show, and Walker can’t do casual, so it was his release.
It’s morphed into something else now. I think we always thought we would stop when we finally found a woman, but, well… ”
“And Hudson?” she asks gently.
I shake my head. “He’s never been a part of it. Not when it’s just Walker and me. Doesn’t mean we love him any less or I love Walker more, it just…” I trail off trying to find the words.
Esme nods. “It’s just you guys. That’s how it is.”
“Yeah, exactly. He’s watched a time or two, but that’s it.”
I look down and see that she’s chewing on the corner of her bottom lip. Instead of pressing her, I wait her out.
“Would you ever consider letting me be involved? Just the three of us during one of those moments.”
Fuck me.
Out of all the things she could have said, I didn’t think that was it.
Reaching down, I grab her by the hips and spin us, pinning her between the cabinets and my hips.
“Are you telling me you want me to fuck you while Walker fucks me?” I rasp.
Esme’s breath catches, and her eyes dilate.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly.
Leaning down, I go to kiss her but stop when my cell phone rings.
“Do you think if we ignore it, they will go away?”
“Unfortunately, I don’t think so.”
I answer the phone, frowning when I see it’s Ghost.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Cops at the gate.”
“I’ll be right there.”
I leave the kitchen and head to the front door.
“What’s wrong?” Esme asks, following me.
I glance back at her. “Cops at the gate. Don’t stress. I’ll be right back.”
She shakes her head, slipping on her shoes. “I’m coming with you.”
I nod once, taking her hand as we walk through the clubhouse and out to the gate.
“Good morning. Can I help you?” I ask the office as soon as we are at the gate.
“Excuse me, sir, are you Mr. Campbell?” a cop asks, looking for Hudson.
Jesus Christ.
If his father actually let him file a report, we will kill him. Esme tenses next to me.
“No, I’m not,” I tell him.
“Does he happen to live here?” the officer asks.
“Depends on who’s asking,” I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest.
“We have a report about a Hudson Campbell assaulting someone last night at Hangover,” the cop tells me.
You’ve got to be shitting me.
I shake my head and chuckle under my breath.
“What is so funny, son?” the officer asks.
“We didn’t assault anyone, but I’m guessing the man who said he was assaulted is my girl’s ex.”
The cop looks to Esme. “Are you Esme Davis?”
“I am,” she says confidently, standing straighter.
“We have reports that you are here against your will. I’m going to need you to come with me.”
Before I can say a word, she shakes her head. “I’m not going anywhere with you. Let me guess. The person claiming they were assaulted was Troy Clayborn? Oh, and trust me, I’m not being held hostage.”
The cop frowns. “How did you…”
Esme raises her hand, silencing him. “Like Levi said, he’s my ex.
My ex who doesn’t like the fact that I’ve moved on.
He’s approached me several different times, begging me to get back together with him, but I refuse.
He has shown up at my work without permission and happened to run into me in public in places he shouldn’t have been.
Did we run into him last night? I’ll be honest and admit we did.
He came up to us when we were minding our business and called me a slut and a bunch of other derogatory names.
If anyone should be pressing charges, it should be me. ”
The cop shifts on his heel. “Well, actually, there are no charges. We were just told to investigate, but by the sounds of it, you’re the one who could use our assistance. Do you have any proof of harassment or want to file a restraining order?”
“I do, but I don’t want to file one at this time. I’m hoping that he goes away on his own.”
The cop looks at her sympathetically. “Do you realize that rarely happens, ma’am? Men like him don’t go down without a fight. I know Troy personally. He’s a little shit who thinks the world owes him something.”
“Oh, trust me, I know. Leaving him was a blessing. I’m sure, though.” She nods.
The cop pulls out a card and hands it to me. “Here’s my information if you change your mind. I hope you have a good day.”
“You too. Sorry he wasted your time,” she tells him.
We watch the cop walk away before we head back to the clubhouse.
“I have a feeling that’s not going to be the end of this. Do you?”
“Unfortunately, I don’t.” I rub her arms. “Just tell me what you want to do, and I’ll make it happen.”
“Thank you.”
When we get back inside, there is smoke and the smell of something burning.
“What’s that?” she asks, nose crinkled.
“Shit, the bacon!” I yell as we take off toward the kitchen.