She digs her nails into my shoulders until she comes back down, and I soon follow with a deep growl.
A bang on the door has me cursing. Pulling out of her, I get rid of the condom and then open the door.
Lust is standing there, but instead of giving me shit for catching me fucking in the office, his face is serious. “We got trouble. Need you out here.”
Fuck.
“I’ll be right back. Wait for me,” I say, watching her nod while fixing her dress.
But when I come back for her twenty minutes later, she’s gone.
1
CHANCE
Three Weeks Later
Groaning when the banging on my bedroom door gets louder instead of stopping, I sit up and rub my eyes. My throbbing head is a reminder of the clubhouse party last night, as are the two naked women still in my bed. I usually kick them out before I fall asleep, but I guess that’s just how fucking drunk I was. My eyes narrow on the blonde, who is lying on her stomach, my white sheets sitting just below the curve of her ass. The redhead is on the other side of me, curled up on her side.
A flashback hits me of the blonde riding me while the redhead sits on my hand. My cock twitches, but then Lust’s words pull me back to reality.
“Prez! Cash is trying to get hold of you! He’s gotten into some shit at school,” my VP calls out.
Motherfucker.
It’s Monday morning. Just how much trouble has Cash gotten himself into already?
“I’m up!” I call back, then gently shake the women. “Ladies, time for you to get out of here.”
I don’t wait around to watch them leave. Instead, I get my ass in the shower, and when I come back out, they’re gone. Throwing on some light denim jeans and a white T-shirt, my leather boots are next. I grab my cut on the way out, sliding it over my arms. The soft leather proclaiming me as President of the Royal Bastards MC, Western Australia chapter, is my pride and joy, right after Cash, of course, who is about to get his ass kicked for making me get out of bed so fucking early and head over to his high school.
“What did he do this time?” Gunner calls out from the kitchen. He’s my sergeant-at-arms and is one big bastard. Standing at six foot six, he’s got two inches on me, and according to him, those two inches count.
“About to find out,” I call back on my way out. My phone shows five missed calls from the school, and although it’s not unusual for them to call me, it’s been a few weeks since he’s been in any trouble. I thought we’d turned over a new leaf, but I guess the fuck not. But I remember what I was like at seventeen. I thought I knew everything, and no one could tell me anything, and Cash is a chip off the old block.
Getting on my Harley, I wave for the prospect at the gate to let me out. The school is only a ten-minute ride, and when I get there, I storm straight into the principal’s office.
Cash is sitting there with his head down and his elbows braced on his knees.
“You okay?” I ask, and he lifts his thick, dark head of hair and pins me with his ocean-blue eyes, the same I see when I look in the mirror. My gaze lands on his cut lip and swollen cheek, and my hands clench into fists. “Who the fuck did that to you?”
“Mr. Remington, Mr. Rogers will now see you in his office,” a soft, sweet voice says. I glance toward the door, fists still clenched, to find a woman with long dark hair, dressed in a pink pencil skirt and a white cardigan. The air leaves my lungs, and I freeze when I realize who she is.
Siren.
She does the same, her face paling as she gets a look at my face.
“You’re a teacher?” I growl, my brow furrowing. I fucked my son’s much younger, new teacher in my office. Fucking wonderful.
She clears her throat. “Yes, I am.”
“What happened?” I ask Cash, remembering we have an audience. I’m not about to air our dirty laundry for the whole school to hear.
“I got into a fight with Everett,” Cash admits, a muscle working in his jaw. “He was running his mouth, talking about Mum.”
Everett has been Cash’s nemesis for as long as I can remember.
“Get up, you’re coming home with me,” I order, ignoring the weight of the soft hazel eyes pinned on me.