Chapter 20
KINGSTON “FROST”
Iwent from sound asleep to the world tilting and then falling on top of Stevie.
My groggy head hadn’t caught up yet to figure out what happened last night before Stevie knees me in the balls as she sprints to the house.
A few deep breaths later, I’m able to stand, hobbling into the house.
Stevie’s upstairs and Smokey leans against the wall with a shit ass grin on his face.
I find my sweat pants in the living room, pull them on, and give him the finger, walking into the kitchen for coffee and food.
Stevie comes barreling down the stairs, almost tumbling in a hurry to leave.
I ask her where she’s going, but she ignores me.
Capturing her around the waist, I scoop her up, carrying her and placing her on the kitchen counter.
My memory is hazy, and I’m attempting to focus, except Stevie ain’t making it easy.
She’s sobbing. Her hands are shaking and she pushes against my chest.
“Fucking calm down, Rebel.”
When she looks up at me with tear drops dangling from her lashes, something shifts inside me. An emotion I’m not familiar with. Empathy?
Where the fuck did this feeling come from?
That word has been tossed around by the old ladies all the time, especially thrown in my direction about how I lack it. Everyone knows I’m a dick. Understanding another person’s emotional state is bullshit. No one’s ever cared about mine.
My mind rewinds to yesterday. Edible brownies. Three of them. Fucking Stevie. Three times. Can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. Hell, I think I’m cured from having any other pussy.
What the hell am I saying? Giving up all kinds of pussy for one?
Without thinking, I stand between her legs, swiping her tears with my thumbs.
There’s no way I’d commit. Or would I? No, no way.
I mean, last night was incredible after over a year of wanting to fuck Stevie.
But we were drugged…and stupid. Once I have some coffee and breakfast, things will become clearer. My old bastard self will return.
Stevie’s hands capture my wrists to stop me from touching her. I don’t like that. I want to touch her. I want a repeat of last night, minus the drugs. My arms drop to my sides, yet her shaky hands press against her mouth, attempting to control her crying.
“I have to get…to get to the pharmacy.” She hiccups. “To get the morning after pill.” Stevie sobs into her hands while talking. “You came inside me.”
My hand scrubs over my face. “I’ll take you after coffee and breakfast.”
“No, I need it now.”
“Fuck no. Look at your hands. The drugs are still in your system.”
This prompts a flood of tears.
I glance over my shoulder at Smokey, who has remained quiet, watching us. “Make yourself useful and go get the pill.”
Smokey jokes, “Aw, don’t you want to see your spawn running around here?”
Through gritted teeth, I say, “Get. The fucking. Pill.”
He laughs at my response, but ducks out.
My attention returns to Stevie, who is still sobbing on the counter.
I sit her on a stool by the kitchen island while I prepare coffee and breakfast. Once finished, I place a cup of coffee in front of her along with paper towels.
She blows her nose, shaking her head, creating more tears.
“Why the hell are you still crying? Everybody fucks.”
Stevie tosses the paper towel on the counter. “Yes, and they use condoms.”
“Oh, so this is my fault? Fuck that. I didn’t hear you asking for a condom. Or a no from you.”
“I didn’t say I blame you!” Her elbows lean on the counter and she holds her head in her hands. “I’m just saying we had unprotected sex.” She lifts her head, narrowing her eyes at me. “Pregnancy is probably the least of my worries when it comes to you. Your dick has been in everyone.”
I smirk at her. “Yep, I’ve done everyone…” Pointing the spatula at her, I add, “…including you.”
“I was stoned. The only reason I’d sleep with you.”
Her comments are like pinpricks. They bother me, and my cold heart cracks from her words. We fucked. What’s the big deal? Yeah, sure pregnancy is a possibility, but she’ll take the pill. No problem. It’s done. So, why the anger and blame?
I’m pissed so I lash out at her. “Trust me, your pussy ain’t anything to brag about. We fucked and it’s over. I have no plans on touching you again.”
Stevie’s head turns to the side as she wipes her face. When she turns back, she doesn’t say another word and neither do I. Smokey returns with the pill, and before she finishes her food, she swipes the bag from his hand, and leaves for her room.
Stevie and I haven’t talked since our fuck session, which was a couple of days ago.
I have no idea what Stevie does when I’m not here and I don’t care.
Yeah, I do fucking care a little bit. She’s spinning back into her depression, staying in her room, eating little, and avoiding me whenever possible.
If she was anyone else, I would have kicked her ass out.
The problem is the Grave Disciples MC. Things are brewing between them and my MC.
Enzo, the Prez of the Grave Disciples, pretends to have a hard on for what I did to Ace and Ace’s brother.
The fucker really doesn’t care about either one.
He has his eye on the prize, which is greed and power, wanting to take down the Wolves of Mayhem for our territory. I ain’t going to let that happen.
Cristo’s sister Maria calls for her tattoo appointment, and we set it up for today. Like before, I crack open Stevie’s bedroom door to find her facing the opposite way. If she’s awake, she’ll pretend to be sleeping so she doesn’t have to talk to me.
I drive to the shop to find Jess hungover, dragging his ass from the coffee pot to his work station, slugging down the rest of the coffee.
His drinking doesn’t interfere with his work, so I don’t give a fuck when or how much he drinks.
It’s none of my business, but my guess is it’s enough to dull the pain he has from the shrapnel.
While Jess inspects the pictures of his newest tattoo creations, I prepare more coffee, checking my watch to see if Stevie has moved. And she has.
Shit! I hate not knowing her plans. Ever since I fucked her, she lives rent free in my head, and that’s never happened before. The woman stirs up a lot of bullshit outside and inside of me. Maybe hooking up with a Sweet Butt will erase Stevie.
The bell above the door chimes, and Maria walks in, swaying her hips. She’s a tiny, busty, Italian girl, who has been spoiled her entire life. And when things don’t go her way, she’s fucking loud about it.
Maria glances at Jess, giving him a small wave as he hurries to sit up straight, eyes following her toward me. The guy has had the hots for Maria since he’d seen her the one and only time.
She leans over the counter, pushing her tits further out, saying, “Hello, Kingston.”
Her eyelashes flutter as I say, “Hello, Maria. How’s it going?”
“Much better after walking in here.”
I gesture for her to take a seat. She has on a short skirt, which will make tattooing easier.
Cristo is an overbearing, controlling brother, so if anything happens to his little sister, the person responsible would become one of the cleanup jobs Stevie used to do.
Translation: if I touch his sister in any way other than professional, I’ll go missing forever.
While I set up the tray, Maria places her purse on the floor, bending her leg until her inner thigh is revealed along with her pussy.
She ain’t wearing underwear. Not even a thong.
Fuck me! I can already smell her arousal.
Cristo said only a tattoo. If she makes a move on me, I’ll stop and send her straight to Cristo. Let him deal with her. He said he trusts me, but does he trust her? I retrieve a dish towel from the front counter and toss it over her lap.
She grumbles and brushes it to the side. “If I have this on my lap, you won’t be able to see what you’re doing.”
“I’m not blind.” She pouts. “What kind of tattoo do you want?”
She takes my finger, using it to trace the scar on her inner thigh. “What do you think will cover this?”
I snatch my hand back, give her a book of tattoo designs and emblems to look through as I say, “The scar ain’t big, so you can put a butterfly over it.”
She gasps. “Not big? It’s huge and glaring at me.” A humorless laugh escapes me. “Kingston! This is serious.”
“Which is why I suggest a butterfly. The colors and wings will cover it up.”
Maria places her hand on top of mine. “What about a snake? It can appear to be slithering up my leg.”
“And ruin your pretty outfits?”
She squints at me. “Are you mocking me?”
“No. I’m pointing out that you have nice clothes. I think a snake would take away from them.” My hair falls into my eyes, and she reaches up to push it back, but I catch her hand. “You’re here for a tattoo. Nothing else.”
She lets out a heavy breath. “I’m going to tell my brother what you said.”
“Okay.”
We sit staring at each other until she gives in. “Fine. Do a butterfly.”
I move the towel back over her crotch. It takes me an hour to complete it. I apply salve and a cover that she can remove in an hour. She doesn’t pay me, which is fine. Cristo asked a favor and I did it. On her way out, she winks at Jess and goes out to the town car waiting for her.
Glancing at my watch, I see the GPS tracking Stevie through town. Because I’m booked all afternoon, I can’t follow her to find out what she’s up to. I shoot off a text to Smokey.
Me
Go see what Stevie is up to. She’s in town.
Smokey
Fuck no! What the hell do you think I am? An errand boy?
Me
Listen, dick, I can’t get away from the shop.
Smokey
How about being normal for once and ask her.
Me
Asshole!
Smokey
Prick!