“When will I fill out the paperwork?” I question, changing the subject.
“Doc will have it ready for you in the morning.”
“Would I be expected to work any extra hours, or is it strictly eight to three?”
He shakes his head. “Doc handles any call outs. As for your hours, that’ll be up to him, but he’s a bit of a pushover. I’m sure you’ll find the hours amenable.”
I’m curious to know what types of calls outs a small clinic like this would handle, but I keep that question to myself. The less I know about this club, the better.
“It sounds like a great opportunity,” I say. “I appreciate you giving me the chance.”
Mason motions to the door and leads me back outside, his hand again resting at my back as we walk to the clubhouse. He opens the door, and I step inside, my gaze instantly drawn to Jake. He’s still sitting at the bar, apparently nursing the same beer he had when I walked out. His stormy blue gaze shifts over to me and then away as though he doesn’t have time to even spare me a glance.
“If any of my men give you any trouble, Skylar, just let me know,” Mason advises.
“Thanks.”
Determined not to let Jake’s behavior get to me, I choose to ignore him and join Hunter at the pool table. He arches an eyebrow at me. We used to play pool at the American Legion Hall in Brewton all the time. I want to at least attempt to find some normalcy here, and I want him to believe I’m willing to stay. More than anything, I want him to let me leave.
“How do I get next game?” I ask, and the men playing chuckle, shaking their heads. “Seriously? You’re afraid of playing against a woman?”
“First, she eats my pizza,” the tall one with dark, red hair says. “Then, she wants in on our pool game.”
“You must be the infamous Bishop,” I say. “Man, that pizza was fucking delicious. Next time you should get extra cheese.”
He bursts out laughing. “She’s got some balls, Hunter. I’ll give her that.”
“Twenty bucks says I’ll have yours,” I challenge. “Pool balls, of course.”
Bishop whistles, looking over to Hunter as if he needs permission to play me at a game of pool. The other guy snickers, and Hunter shrugs.
“It’s your money.”
I let them finish their game, watching each of their moves and seeing if I can find any weaknesses. Bishop is a good player, pulling off a win against his opponent, Munsey.
“You sure about this, sweetheart?” he asks me with a wink.
“Sounds like you’re the one who’s chickening out.”
“Let’s sweeten the pot a little,” he says. “Winner gets the twenty bucks and a pizza too. You owe me one anyway.”
“Fine. I can use another slice or two.”
He racks up, and I take the pool stick from Munsey. Bishop tells me it’s ladies first, so I break, sinking a solid.
As I lean over the table to take my next shot, it occurs to me that I should’ve changed out of my skirt and heels, but it’s too late now. I’ll finish this game, collect my money and settle in my room later with a piping hot pizza.
Maybe the food will take my mind off the way Jake is staring at me, and even more so off the way my body is reacting to it.
If I had any fears that Skylar couldn’t handle being here with the Bastards, she’s proven me wrong. She even has Bishop eating out of the palm of her hand after she kicked his ass in pool. He ordered pizza for the entire clubhouse. The brutish redhead never shares his food! That fucker puts his name on the goodies the ol’ ladies bring and threatens a good ass-kicking to any brother who dares to take a bite — with the exception of Mason, and that’s only because Mason is the prez.
“Pizza’s here!” Bishop hollers, being sure to hold back a full box for himself before putting the rest on the bar.
I look around the room, figuring Skylar will be first up to claim hers, but I don’t see her. Before it’s all gone, I grab a box and head to her room. I turn the knob and push the door open.
Skylar stands beside her bed in the same pair of loose pajama pants she wore last night, and she’s pulling the tank over her head, her perky tits on perfect display. I lick my lips at the sight of her hardened nipples, my dick practically leaping in my jeans.
“Don’t you ever knock?” she asks me, snatching the material down to cover herself.
“I live here too, remember?”
“How could I forget?” she smarts off and pulls the clip from her hair, letting it fall in loose waves down her back. “Yet everyone else who lives here knocks.”
“I brought your pizza,” I say, holding the box out for her and not asking who else has been to her room. I’ll kill a motherfucker tonight. “The guys would have ravaged every piece had it been left out there too long.”
“Do you want a fucking medal or something?” she asks bitterly, snatching the pizza box from my hands and tossing it onto her bed.
“Always did have a temper underneath all that sweetness.”
“Any sweetness I may have had toward you is never resurfacing,” she sneers.
I sigh. “How much longer are you going to be pissed with me, Skylar?”
“Hmm, maybe another week or forever. Haven’t really thought about it much.”
“I’m fucking trying here,” I snarl at her, pissed that she’s still punishing me for something I did five damn years ago.
“Yeah? You’re trying really damn hard to forget what happened between us, Jake,” she hisses, marching over to me. “Trying to pretend it never even happened!”
“Is that what you think?” I slam her door shut and close the distance between us, snatching her against me. She gasps against my mouth, our lips only inches apart. “Do you think I could ever fucking forget you?”
I’m holding her so close to me; I know she can feel my hard-on pressing to her thigh. To prove my point further, I grip her hips and grind her against it. She lets out a moan, and I’m so fucking tempted to crush my mouth to hers. To see if she tastes as good as I remember. To pound my dick inside her greedy fucking cunt until we’re both satisfied, just to prove to her I haven’t forgotten how damn good she sounds screaming my name.
“I could never forget you, Skylar. Never forget what happened between us. Never fucking forget how perfect your pussy fits my dick.”
She reaches up and cups my face, her fingers trailing down to trace the tattoos on my neck before making their way up to my lips. Her thumb trembles as it rubs over my bottom lip.
“Why are you pushing me away?” she asks me, her hazel eyes glassy with tears. “After all these years, why push me away?”
She moves her hips, trying to press herself closer to me, and I rest my forehead on hers. My cock is so hard it fucking hurts. I’d give almost anything to strip those pajama pants of hers down and bury myself inside her hot pussy. With the way she’s moving, I know she’s dripping fucking wet.
I’d give almost anything, but anything would be my position in this club, and I can’t give that up. I can’t turn my back on the men I call my family. I can’t betray Hunter again. This club is all I have.