“We’ll have a girly night soon, and we’ll deal with whatever you’re going through.”
Nodding, at that time she’d agree to anything. Minutes passed, and when they were both feeling better, Mia hung up the call and stared in front of her.
She was losing her mind. Every year it was getting harder, but there was nothing she could do about it. The secret she held within her would be carried to her grave.
Chapter Seven
For the next week Curse divided his time among Mia, her mother, and the club. Ripper was organizing a party for Judi at the clubhouse while Devil was dealing with his family. The whole club was settling into stationary life. The open road was no longer a factor in their life. They all loved to ride, and there were nights when they all took to the road just to clear their head.
Most of the time, Curse was too busy trying to get through to Mia when he wasn’t fucking her. He could spend hours inside her tight cunt, licking her pussy, or preparing her ass, but the moment he tried to talk about anything more, she cut him off.
On the one hand it was refreshing to have a woman keep him at arms’ length, but on the other, he was getting pissed with fighting her. Mia was a challenge he didn’t want to have to deal with.
He saw the yearning in her eyes whenever she looked at him. Curse also saw when she pulled away from him, shutting down. Running fingers through his hair, he grabbed a wrench from the tool box and started to work on his bike. He liked using his hands, and working on his bike was much better than working on his car. Pussy came to stand beside him.
“What’s going on with you?” Pussy asked.
“Nothing. Why?” He didn’t bother to look at the other man. His attention was on his bike.
“Because you used to help me keep Ashley occupied in the sack, and now you don’t go near her. You don’t help Vincent, and none of the other club whores have been in your bed in a while. I’m curious. What gives? Is Mia the one? I know you were pissed at Jerry, but you’ve not made a claim on her or even brought her to the club?”
Standing up, Curse wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his sleeve. “I’m seeing someone. Yes, it’s Mia, but she’s not like any other woman I know. The club whores and Ashley don’t bother me anymore. I’ve got what I need in one package. Now, trying to convince my woman of that is fucking hard.”
“So, you’re really serious about the waitress? The ice-queen who’ll freeze your cock off before you get anywhere near her?” Pussy looked positively upset. “Seriously? You’re giving up all of our women for her.”
“I like her. She’s what I want, so be careful what you say. I’ll still kick your ass if you say anything to fucking insult her.”
“What could I say that isn’t the truth? She’s cold.” Pussy shivered and glanced over his shoulder. “She’s nothing like Ashley.”
Curse checked to see what he was looking at. Ashley was talking with Death and Ripper. The young woman was laughing as if she didn’t have a care in the world. He didn’t believe any of it.
“She fucks everything that walks.”
“Within the club. I bag my shit and don’t want a bitch getting too emotionally attached. I’m not up to that kind of crap.” Pussy shrugged. “I don’t know what you see in the waitress. I bet her cunt will freeze your dick off.”
Curse laughed at his friend. Pussy had no idea how she looked after his cock was inside her warm cunt.
“God, that smile. You make me sick.” Pussy looked away.
Ashley was approaching them with a wide smile on her lips. “Hey, Curse.”
“Hey.” He stared at his bike wishing for the peace he had seconds before.
She ran her hand up Pussy’s chest, practically purring as if she was some fucking cat.
“I’m hungry and horny.”
“What do you want to eat? I can fix you something,” Pussy said, to which Ashley wrinkled her nose.
“You’ve got no chance. You can’t cook. I’d be better off eating cardboard than what you eat. Let’s head to the diner. I’m in a serious need for grease, and their burgers are just what I need.”
Watching the two people together, Curse saw the friendship between them and nothing else. Ashley was never going to be the settling down kind of girl. She would probably always be a respected club whore who kept the other women in their place.
“Did you hear that Devil is planning on taking on some prospects? Death was telling me about a few of the hangers-on at parties are requesting to join.” Ashley shoved some hair off her shoulder. There was a time he thought her black hair was natural like Mia’s, and he later learned she got all of her looks out of a box.