Page 1 of Wait For Me

Prologue

Star

“You want to marry me?” My heart stopped working and I couldn’t catch my breath because there was no way I’d heard him correctly. I had been in love with Jared - who they referred to as Bagger around here - since we were just kids. I never thought he saw me that way though.

“Why do you seem so surprised?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his voice that usually made me cream my panties, especially when paired with that naughty little smirk of his that made that dimple in his right cheek pop just so. I have wanted to lick that damn dimple since before I knew why I might want to do something like that.

“Maybe because we aren’t even dating?” It was a question, and a damn good one. This had to be a joke. There was no way that the man who I had been crushing on since middle school had finally seen me. There was a term for men like him - manwhore. It was fitting only until it wasn’t. Jared had specific tastes in women, ones I had been unfortunate enough to witness on more than a few occasions. His tastes ran toward trashy, high class, blonde, brunette, redheads, sassy, quiet, and everything in between - so long as he could have more than one at a time.

He waved off my question as I thought about the last time that I watched him with one of his conquests.

~*~

My heart burned inside my chest as I watched. Jared had a blonde bent over the pool table in the corner, taking her from behind. I couldn’t tell who the blonde was right away, though the shoes she wore seemed fairly familiar. In fact, they looked like the silver stilettos that had gone missing from my closet a couple weeks ago. Whoever she was, she had better hope those weren’t my missing shoes, or I’d beat the whore for not only invading my personal space but having the audacity to steal from me.

I realized that it was Mitzi, one of the club’s whores, who was being eaten out by the other woman. Every time Jared drilled harder, the blonde’s face was smashed down into Mitzi’s cunt. I’m sure Mitzi enjoyed the assist from Jared, considering the mystery woman did not seem to enjoy the pussy-licking portion of her evening. As soon as Jared reached his release, he smacked the girl on her ass, pulled out, yanked his condom off, tied it up, and threw it into the trash can sitting by the wall a couple feet away.

“Thanks, Ash, I needed that,” Jared told her before turning his attention to righting his clothing.

Mitzi, sensing that she might lose out on her own happy ending, grabbed the blonde, and ground her face into her pussy until her legs started to shake, and only then did she release her. It was when the blonde’s startled face popped up that it finally registered to me what Jared had just said to her.

“Thanks, Ash.” The words were suddenly on repeat as I watched my best friend’s wide eyes turn toward me, looking shell-shocked, and then scared when she noticed me standing there.

“Oh my God!” She shrieked as her hands flew to her mouth to cover the horrified expression on her face. I wasn’t sure why she was horrified - could have been that she felt shame for being caught in a very public threesome, could be because she was caught by me, or possibly because she knew I would see this as the ultimate betrayal from her. She had known about my crush on Jared. She knew that I was biding my time to tell him how I felt until I was ‘of age’ in the club’s eyes, an age that would be coming up in just two more weeks. Jared wasn’t that much older than me, but my father wouldn’t care. He would let me date a boy from school who was three years older before he’d allow me to date one of his club brothers, so I had to be eighteen first. And my best friend, Ashlynn, knew the score.

Jared clued in rather quickly to Ashlynn’s horror and his eyes followed hers straight to me. Mitzi offered me a sympathetic look. She knew too. She had apologized to me the last time I saw her and Jared in a compromising position together. He never knew I saw that time, but Mitzi felt bad. She explained what never needed explaining. She was there to take care of the guys - any of the guys who asked - no questions on her part. I understood. It was literally her job to fuck whoever requested her. Oddly enough, seeing her with Jared wouldn’t have bothered me for that very reason.

My best friend going there was another story. Hell, Jared going there with my best friend while he did his level best to ignore me these days, that was a stab to the ticker too. As soon as Jared’s eyes met mine, and the color drained from his face, I turned and walked away. I wasn’t ready to deal with any of their shit. Lucky for me, I had already been headed to my room down the hall when I caught the action taking place, so I continued straight on to my destination and tuned everything else out.

I didn’t hear my best friend crying.

I didn’t hear my brother - who I hadn’t realized had been in the room too - tell Jared what a fucking idiot he was.

I didn’t hear Jared’s clomping feet running after me because that part never actually happened. The rest of what I did hear, I just didn’t want to process.

~*~

That had been two weeks ago to the day. Today was my eighteenth birthday. It was the day I had originally planned to tell Jared how I felt about him. That ship had sailed the minute I caught him with my best friend though. I had bigger worries anyway. Eighteen was a powerful age for every club kid. My father was the President of the Savage Vipers Motorcycle Club and as an SVMC club brat, my time was up. I had reached the magic age. You had to be eighteen to officially become a member of the club, though the boys were allowed to prospect prior to that, some as early as sixteen.

As a female, you had to become a member, an old lady, or a club whore by that age or else you were never allowed on club property again - the only exception being family days. This was particularly troubling for me since I lived in the clubhouse and my father would never allow me to join or become a club whore.

The only member I was interested in, didn’t see me the same way. He was too busy fucking multiple women, in as many combinations as they would allow, to be bothered with me, let alone the thought of settling down. There was no way I’d ever be allowed to whore myself out. Not that the last was an option for me anyway. It’s kind of hard to see myself as a whore when I had never been fucked by anyone before.

I’d stupidly been saving myself for the man of my dreams until two weeks ago. The very same man who I’d caught in a threesome with my best friend and a club whore and who now stood in front of me, asking me to marry him with a cocky little smirk on his face. It should be emphasized that he was standing for my supposed proposal. He couldn’t even take a knee or pretend to be serious about it.

“Well, Twinkles, are you gonna just leave me hanging or answer my question?”

I groaned at the stupid nickname he’d given me years ago. Some days, I really wanted to ask my parents what they were thinking when they named me. “Stop calling me that! You do realize that you asked me to marry you, right?” I explained, as if that would mean something to him.

“Yeah, darlin’ and now I’m standing here waiting for an answer.”

I turned away from him while rolling my eyes and walked back to my bedroom. Rules were rules. I had to go. I had no college plans, and my father wouldn’t let me work outside of the club before now, so I also had no savings to fall back on. My heart hurt. I couldn’t believe my father would turn me loose with absolutely nothing. Where the hell was I supposed to go? My original plan had been to stay with Ashlynn and her mom until I could get a job and an apartment of my own, but obviously that fell through when I told my previous best friend what a duplicitous whore she was.

Don’t get all judgmental on me either. I had no claim on Jared, other than my crush and my own feelings. My bestie was in love with my brother though. It wasn’t like we’d secretly been pining after the same guy and she jumped on him when she had a chance, knowing that he wasn’t into me. No. Supposedly, Ashlynn had just been rejected by my brother in some way, so to hurt him, she fucked Jared, knowing that Kip would be there to see it. Me being there to witness the threesome had been an unfortunate side-effect. Still, the bitch hurt me while trying to hurt my brother. There was no forgiveness for her. She could have picked any of the other brothers. She didn’t. She chose the one that I wanted, and now could never have, even if he wasn’t joking about this bullshit proposal.

“Star!” Jared yelled after me.

I ignored him and continued to my room - my old room. My brother and I had been living in the clubhouse ever since our mom died. She had been torched, along with our house, five years ago. Ever since, I’d had my own room in the clubhouse while Kip stayed in the bunkhouse with the other prospects and low-level members who needed a place to crash.