Free Raw: The Ultimate Mc Collection by Honey Palomino Page B

I” kind of guy, sugar, if you know what I mean,” she continued.
    “Cherry! Stop,” Tiff said, looking at me apologetically.
    “It’s okay,” I said.
    “It’s okay,” Cherry repeated, mockingly.  Cherry had been so nice earlier this morning, hell, everyone had, and it took me completely off guard to see her being so nasty now. 
    “Are you okay, Cherry?” I asked.
    “Fuck you!” she said. “You think you can waltz your pretty ass in here and just take over Ryder’s bed, like you’re the only piece of ass in his life!  No, Ryder doesn’t do that, bitch!  You think he wants more from you than that fresh little pussy between your legs?”  She reached down, and to my utter amazement, cupped my pussy in her palm and squeezed.  I jumped back as fast as I could.
    “Cherry, I…” Why was she saying these things to me?  Was she fucking him?  Of course she was. I was at a complete loss for words.  And then she lunged at me again.
    I didn’t even realize what was happening until I felt her hand tangled in my hair, trying to pull me to the ground.  I yanked back with all my strength, and she fell down on the porch, a handful of my hair wrapped around her fingers, as I stared down at her with astonishment.
    “Cherry, what the fuck!” Tiff yelled at her. “God, Sam, I’m so fucking sorry…” her voice trailed off as she leaned down to help Cherry to her feet.
    I walked away, pushed through the crowd that was forming again, no doubt waiting for the next bout of entertainment. I wasn’t about to be it.
    I ran down the steps and past the bikes, my footsteps quickening as I headed down the dirt road.  
    I needed to get away.  I needed to be alone.  I needed time to think. 
    What the fuck was Cherry talking about? Her words sank in as my feet carried me farther away from the clubhouse and I began to realize just how much of a fool I had been.  Of course Ryder wasn’t that type.  What was I thinking?  Of course he would be involved with all those women there.  
    He had saved me.  So what?
    He had sat by my bedside for days, waiting for me to wake up.  So what?
    He had offered his home, his bed, his food, his time, even the comfort of his arms, for as long as I needed it.  So what?
    He had kissed me on the beach with such intense passion that it calmed every panicking voice inside my head.  So what?
    What did any of that mean? 
    It didn’t mean a fucking thing.  Was I really that much of a fool?  Had the amnesia made me forget the basic traits of men?  Especially drop-dead gorgeous leather-wrapped men with the swagger and confidence of Ryder.  He could have any woman he wanted.  And I’m sure he did, and often, too.
    I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I had been overwhelmed with emotion earlier.  I just had a moment of weakness.
    What I needed to do was continue to stay focused and figure out who the hell I was.  The last thing I needed to be doing was spending time making out on the fucking beach with such a dangerous distraction.  Yes, what I needed was to focus and find some help.  And lots of it.
    I would just go to the cops on my own.  What could that hurt?  I wouldn’t mention Ryder or the club at all.  Just see if they could run my fingerprints or something.  Maybe dental records?  There had to be some record of my existence somewhere.
    I sure as hell wasn’t getting anywhere hidden away in the God of Chaos MC clubhouse, for fuck’s sake!
    I had a momentary thought of going back for my things, but then I realized I had absolutely nothing at all to go back for.  The only thing I cared about back there was Ryder, and that was just an ill-fated disaster waiting to happen, as proven loudly by Cherry’s behavior.
    I kept walking.  My boots were heavy and loud, the dirt from the road covering them in dust.  The pine trees swayed in the wind around me, and as I rounded the first curve, and the clubhouse disappeared from view, as well as the tiny light it