The thoughts swirling in my head make me dizzy. I don’t know what the future will bring, but I belong on the back of a bike. I belong with a man that will never consider one moment with me a mistake. I deserve a man that knows I’m worth everything and shows it every chance he can, not hiding behind a façade of bullshit.

After a long day of riding and almost five hundred miles under us, we stop outside of Sturgis. Sass is lost in her own thoughts today as well. I can see on her face that she’s homesick. My mistakes are what put her in this situation. My very best friend, now along for the ride, in a life she’s decided she no longer wants, and now she’s stuck in twenty-four-seven. At every turn, I’m fucking everything up for everyone. As my thoughts consume me, I want nothing more than a shower and a bed.

We’re staying at an affiliate owned house tonight. It’s an off the compound house for the bikers to keep their mistresses and club whores away from their ol’ ladies. From the outside it looks like every other house in the neighborhood, nice two story white house, red shutters, a red front door, and a front porch with a swing.

Pulling around back, I park the bike. Doll climbs off. The separation immediately tugs at me. Walking in the back door, we enter through the kitchen.

The kitchen is a decent size, no upgrades, nothing fancy. Everything about this house is meant to blend in. Sitting at the small four-person round table, coffee mug in hand is, Carmine. Her dark brown hair falling down past her shoulders in waves. She’s wearing an off the shoulder sweater falling far enough to expose the top of her rounded breasts cupped in a lace bra and tight black leggings leave nothing to the imagination of the tone body that is beneath the clothes.

Walking over to me, she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down so she can place a chaste kiss on my lips. My body stiffens at the contact.

“Tripp, it’s good to see you again.” She coos.

“Only here for the night, Carmine. Need a room.” I bark.

“One room for the four of you. Damn, Tripp, I knew you liked kink, but I never thought you to be one to share.”

Glaring at her, “Don’t fuck with me bitch. You were given the heads up. Which room?”

“All worked up, Tripp, it’s kinda hot.” She’s tracing a finger over my chest around my Hellions cut. Grabbing her, I pull her up to me and whisper.

“Which fucking room, Carmine?”

“Upstairs, second on the left. Anything you need, just call.”

“Won’t be needin’ a damn thing.” I reply, releasing her roughly.

Yes, I brought Doll to a house that’s sole purpose is for hookups. One that I’ve been to before on a Hellions run. One I’ve spent more than one night with Carmine in. Carmine is the house mom. She was once a hooker whose pimp sold her to pay off a debt. Using her brain, she convinced the club that got her to use her skills to keep their women on the side away from the club. No longer a prostitute selling her own body, she runs this house. She’s a beautiful woman, and our mutual attraction has led to a couple of hookups when I’m on the road. Never anything serious.