Unchain My Heart(86)

After a quick shower, I felt refreshed, so I went in search of breakfast. I hadn’t had dinner the night before, and my stomach rumbled as I made my way to the communal kitchen.

I’d hardly sat down to my bacon and eggs when the Australian dude came sauntering in. We’d given him a place to stay while he was here for Ratbag’s funeral. He also had to pack up his brother’s personal stuff to send back home.

I lifted my chin as Logan sat down opposite me, his plate stacked high with everything on offer. He reminded me so much of Ratbag, my scrawny friend with the insatiable appetite—not only for food, but also for life.

“Hey, mate, how you goin’?” he asked in his broad Australian twang. Over the years Ratbag’s accent had bastardized. He’d started sounding more like us, even sometimes using American slang. I was going to miss the guy’s jokes and laidback ways.

“I’m good. Sleep well?”

Logan brushed the long, sandy-blond hair from his face. “Yeah. Had a surprise visit from some blonde bimbo. She was horny as hell, attacking my cock with a vengeance. Fuck, I'd never woken up to a chick sucking my dick before. Pure heaven, man. Now I understand why Bruce didn’t wanna leave the States and come back to ‘Stralia.”

Bruce? It took me a minute to work out that he was talking about Ratbag. He didn’t pronounce the ‘A’ when he spoke about Australia, just like his brother. Fuck, I missed my friend. I swallowed the lump in my throat, suddenly losing my appetite.

“Yeah, got to lock your doors to keep the bitches away,” I warned, laughing. April had found a willing participant, and no doubt had ridden his cock raw.

“I missed my morning surf because of her. She kept going for fucking hours.” He laughed as he buttered his toast. He was a good-looking kid: broad shoulders, friendly face, big smile, genuine tan, and most importantly, a good sense of humor. I could actually like him if he stuck around. At least he’d keep April off my back—and my cock. I didn’t want that bitch anywhere near Jade whenever she came to the compound. No way in hell did I want my past and my future to get tangled.

Ox shifted onto the seat next to me. “Morning fellas,” he croaked. “So, Hogan, how ya liking our country?”

“Hogan?” I asked lifting an eyebrow. The kid had been introduced as Logan Williams, with a ‘L’. “As in Crocodile Dundee?” Trust them to go from Logan to Hogan.

“Yeah, doesn’t he remind you of the Croc Hunter? Same accent.”

I laughed. That was probably where the similarity ended, but the kid was going to be stuck with that nickname forever now. But it was a good sign. Strangers only got a nickname if the boys liked them. If they used their real name, they were pretty much fucked.

Except for me. I was the only one who never got a nickname. Traumatized after what’d happened to me in juvie, it was just over three weeks before I uttered a single word. Everyone was worried about me ever talking again. When I finally managed to introduce myself as Ryder, my new brothers were so relieved that they stayed with my real name.

“Not everyone in Australia is a croc hunter. And kangaroos don’t just hop around the streets, like you Yanks believe.” Logan laughed, stuffing his mouth with eggs on toast.

When he mentioned the word croc, I was reminded of the meeting between Hammer and Cobra. I pushed to my feet, excusing myself and went in search of Hammer. He wiped his hand over his face after I pushed his door open. He’d just woken up and still had that sleepy croaky voice as he greeted me.

“Couldn’t sleep much. The wall next to me was banging all night long after I came to bed. The Aussie kid was getting some fucking action. Let me tell you, it was hot just hearing them carry on. I nearly went to join the party. But I had to get some rest before facing Cobra . . . maybe they’ll let me join them tonight.”

“The Aussie kid must be quite a stud if he could keep April happy.”

“How’d you know it was April?”

I shrugged. “She tried me first.”

His eyes widened. “And you said no?” He sounded incredulous. April was everyone’s favorite fuck-buddy because of her perfect body and her insatiable appetite for sex. As I’d said, nothing was off-limits—she enjoyed taking on as many cocks as were available.

They also knew she had a thing for me, and she used that to get her way around the club. If she didn’t want to sleep with a guy, she told him she was waiting for me. And in reality she was. If I was around I did fuck her, so she was kinda considered my girl. Until Jade.

“When you fall for a woman, brother, you ain’t gonna want another pussy again. Only hers.”