Free Nothin' But Trouble by Jenika Snow Page B

tried and gone to see her Roan had said she was sleeping. How much could
one person sleep? But he knew she had been hurt pretty badly, was on pain meds,
and that she needed all the rest she could get. But he was selfish, wanted to
be the one to help her heal, and was getting antsy to see and touch her again.
Two days wasn’t long at all, but then again it felt like the longest two days
of his life.
    He
pulled the truck into the clubhouse parking lot and killed the engine. Stinger
was already climbing out, and Court debated just heading back to his place.
    “ You coming in for a drink?” Stinger looked at him.
    “I
don’t know. I’m not really in the mood.”
    Stinger
gave him a shocked look. “Not in the mood for a drink? Dude, get your ass out
of the truck and come inside. You know all you’re going to do to if you go back
home is think about your girl, and all the shit you did or didn’t do.”
    The
thing with Stinger was he played a part, as they all did to a point. He was
there for the club and the members, and although he acted one way on the
outside, Court could look in his eyes and see that he wasn’t as easygoing as he
tried to play. Maybe it was because of the gunshot Stinger had gotten from that
bastard Trick? In the end if Stinger wanted to talk they were there, and as
long as he didn’t put the club in jeopardy they kept out of his business. Court
hadn’t said anything about what he had or hadn’t done, just that they hadn’t
talked in a while, but Stinger had read him well enough.
    “Come
on. Some bullshitting will do you some good.”
    Court
ran his hand over the back of his head and sighed. “Yeah, okay.” Because
Stinger was right, he would have just gone home and thought about a bunch of
depressing shit. He climbed out of the truck and headed inside. There wasn’t
some crazy party going on, but there was a hardcore poker game being played. A
lot of cursing and banter were being thrown around, a few of the club whores
were hanging on the members, and some of the prospects were keeping the guys
hydrated with beer and shots.
    “Hey,
Court and Stinger are here. Party is about to get started,” Drevin yelled out.
The blond biker raised his beer, clearly already drunk by the slur in his voice.
    “Drevin,
shut up, man,” Dallas said with a joint hanging from between his lips. Drevin
had been MIA during the whole Lilly incident, and although he had been filled
in he either didn’t know how deep all that shit had been—not likely—or he was
too drunk to fully realize how he was acting. But Court wasn’t in the mood to
correct the asshole on anything, and turned around and headed to the bar. One
drink and he would head home. He was tired, couldn’t get Lilly out of his head,
and just wanted to crash until shit looked a lot better.
    ****
    Lilly
lay on her bed and stared at her ceiling. Her mother’s home was in an older
development of town, and the streetlights were in desperate need to being
changed. As it was the globes were foggy and the lights a yellowish color, and
when the glow came through her bedroom window it made this piss color stain
across her walls and ceiling. Her head chose that moment to throb, but she just
closed her eyes and breathed through the discomfort. She had stopped taking the
narcotics, and was now only on ibuprofen. It certainly didn’t have the same
pleasant effect the Percocets had, but she could deal
with it.
    But
it wasn’t just the discomfort that was keeping her up. She had also been
thinking a lot about Court and everything he had done for her and said. She had
spoken to Roan about it, but she hadn’t gone into details with him about what
exactly had happened between her and Court years ago. More specifically she
hadn’t told him about them having sex, just that they had shared some time
together, and then after that summer they hadn’t spoken again. But it didn’t
take a genius to realize what had gone down, and Roan was no fool. But he
hadn’t pressed