Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I wanted to graduate first.
“Fuckin’ A, but I’m a dumbass,” he said, eyes hard. “Should’ve fuckin’ known.”
With that, he left me where I stood, leaving me staring after him with my pants around my ankles.
And I watched him leave, I thought surely I’d get him to turn around. Get him to understand the repercussions of our relationship if we were caught.
But he didn’t turn around. He didn’t speak to me the next day, and not the day after that, either.
Even when I tried to explain my side of things.
I realized on day four of his refusal to talk to me exactly what pride meant to a man like Tommy.
Chapter 17
Thank you, McDonalds, for not making hot dogs. I don’t think I could eat a McWiener with a straight face.
-Text from Truth to Tommy
Tommy
I pulled into the gas station to get gas around ten twenty at night, five nights after walking out on Tally, my mind as well as my morale in the gutter.
I’d had a shit day.
I’d lost not one, not two, but three fucking patients, and I was so far from okay that I could literally not see the light at the end of the tunnel.
“You coming by the clubhouse?” Sean asked.
I looked over at the man, my brother and fellow club brother, and nodded.
“Yep,” I confirmed.
I needed something to get my mind off of my shit day, and I could think of two things that would make this day better.
Seeing Tally—which I knew wouldn’t happen since she was so dead set on there not being an us—or drinking my bad day away.
So knowing Tally was working, and that she was avoiding me on top of that, I was settling for door number two.
What I didn’t expect, however, was to see her working at the gas station.
The last time I’d spoken to her in length she’d been working at the one that I avoided at all costs now.
This one was my gas station. The one close to my house. The one that I bought coffee at every single morning, and gas at whenever I needed it.
I stared at her while I filled up my gas tank, wondering if I should go in there and try to convince her.
I’d just decided not to when she turned around and her eyes locked on mine.
My body stilled as I stared into those eyes. She looked so freakin’ lost that it tore at my heartstrings.
But I wasn’t the one who told us we couldn’t be together. She was.
She was the one keeping us apart.
True, we shouldn’t be together while she was in school. That didn’t mean that, during her time off, we couldn’t see each other. Couldn’t be fucking friends.
But no, she’d viciously shut that pathway down before it could even start, and I’d decided to let her have her way.
For now.
In the meantime, it was too hard to have a life with her in it and not have her in it.
Mounting my bike, I reached for my helmet when she decided to come out of the store.
With nobody else in the parking lot, I assumed the store was empty, and waited for her to come.
My heart raced and my hands started to sweat.
I didn’t let on that her closeness was affecting me in ways that I wasn’t quite willing to admit.
Instead I stared with the most impassive look I could paste on my face.
“Tommy,” she whispered. “Are you…what’s…how are you doing?”
I looked at her.
Then answered.
“I’m okay.”
She bit her lip, the move making my cock harden painfully behind the zipper of my pants.
Taking a chance that she was in a good mood, I leaned forward, and placed both elbows on the gas tank.
“You want to come to a club party with me?” I asked her.
She shook her head.
“No,” she denied me. “I told you that we couldn’t do this.”
I gritted my teeth.
Under any other circumstances, I would’ve handled it better.
However, I’d lost three patients today, and my mind was no longer firing with all cylinders.
So instead of saying what I should’ve said and tamping down my anger, I unleashed it on her.
“It’ll only be a few people. Men I’d trust with my life,” I informed her, hoping that her refusal to come stemmed from her fear of people learning that we were together.
She was shaking her head violently. “It only takes one person to blab to the wrong person, and that’s the end.”
I clenched my fists, then leaned back and placed one foot on the peg of the bike.
“Guess that’s it then,” I murmured. “Just don’t expect me to wait around forever for you. I was going to say that nobody but my club and a few other people will be there. People who wouldn’t say a goddamned word about either one of us. But I guess I was wrong about you. If you can’t handle that, then I guess I can’t handle you. Because I trust them with my life.”