Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Guys, what the ever-loving fuck?” he asked.
The cold had helped to wake him up, but it had also reminded him he had a bad fucking headache. He put a hand to the back of his head and groaned.
“Feeling like shit?” Myth asked.
“Yeah, if it’s all the same to you, I feel like total shit.” He didn’t even know why he was attempting to mouth off.
“You don’t even remember, do you?” Colt asked.
He looked toward his best friend and frowned. Myth was pissed, as was Colt, and he had no idea why. None of this made any sense to him.
“Clearly I got drunk last night,” he said. It was pretty much all he could remember.
“Yeah, you got drunk last night, and do you remember what else you did?” Myth asked.
He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his head, but he couldn’t find a single reason.
“Let me remind you, Petal was there, as was Rosalie.”
Dirty looked at Myth, then at Colt.
“No,” Dirty said.
“Oh, yeah, you told the whole club exactly how ripe Petal was. That she lost your baby, and you warned Myth that if he was going to be with her, she was ripe for the taking, and he would need to bag his dick.”
And against all the odds of the alcohol he consumed last night, it came rushing back at him in a swirling mess. Either Myth or Colt knocked him out, and for that he was grateful.
“I get why you’re pissed,” he said, looking toward Myth. “You and her are a couple, right?”
Myth shook his head. “Petal and I are friends. That’s it.”
“Bullshit. There is no way you can be near Petal and just be friends. Have you looked at her recently? How gorgeous she is?” he asked, taken aback that Myth wasn’t dating her, or doing something with her. It seemed so fucking insane to him. Petal was fire.
“I’m not interested in Petal that way. We’re friends. I like her honesty. Her spirit.”
“And here I was, thinking Kim wanted you to keep an eye on her.”
“No,” Myth said. “I liked her because no matter what was thrown at Rosalie, Petal never backed down. Even on the wedding night, she was there for her friend. Surrounded by two biker groups, men that had killed without batting an eye. She didn’t run. She stayed at Rosalie’s side and even threatened Colt. She’s a good friend who is not interested in me.”
Now he felt like such a bastard, because the truth was, he was jealous. Those smiles Myth was getting belonged to him. He knew he fucked everything up.
“Why you?” Dirty asked, turning toward Colt. He didn’t have much of a comeback for Myth.
At the end of the day, his own need for Petal was driving him to distraction, and he couldn’t make it stop. He wanted her so badly, all the time. Not a moment went by when he wasn’t thinking about her. Never had he fucked up so badly, and last night was a low point.
“Rosalie,” Colt said. “With your admission last night, I never told her I sent you to keep Petal occupied. Now she is pissed at me, because her best friend got hurt, and that means my wife is upset. I slept on the fucking couch last night. Do you have any idea what it’s like to get used to someone in your bed, enjoy having them there, and then have it taken away?”
Dirty had a feeling Colt was going to tell him. And he did.
Colt didn’t sleep at all last night. He didn’t have his wife in his arms, and this was such a change for him. The Colt that hated the very image of Rosalie was now unable to get a good night’s sleep unless she was in his arms. Even when they were on the road, he struggled to get to sleep. Most of the time, they ended up talking until Colt eventually drifted to sleep. It was why he often grabbed Rosalie and left for a bedroom.
Dirty didn’t even think they had sex that first time, when Colt was back. He always assumed his friend merely held his wife and went to sleep.
“What the fuck did I do?” Dirty asked.
He ran his hand down his face and released a breath. Holy shit, what had he done last night? This was not good. He saw Petal and Myth together, and he fucked up.
“I’ve got to go,” Dirty said, getting to his feet, but the world was still spinning.
“You need to have a shower, some coffee, and then we’ll see if you’re even fit to ride.”
The rest of the morning was a blur, as the cold of the shower sent a shockwave through his body, followed by the caffeine. Dirty couldn’t remember ever drinking that much in his entire life, but he had no choice but to drink something. His mouth tasted funny.