Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Zoey

LAST NIGHT WAS one of the best nights of my life. I’ve dreamed of being with Jameson for so long and it was better than I thought it would be. I’m not saying he planned to fuck me when he showed up to my apartment last night, but it happened and I will never regret being with him because I’ve known him my entire life and if I could give anyone my virginity, it would be him. I didn’t lie when I told him that last night. The only thing I regret is letting myself believe for even a second that it meant more to him than it did. Jameson had sex with me and that’s all it is for him. For me, it means a fuck of a lot more. I let my heart lead the way and that’s the biggest mistake I could ever think to make. I’m in love with Jameson and it’s time for me to throw that love away because he doesn’t deserve it. I’ve wasted too many years wanting, loving, and waiting for him. Now, it’s time for me to move on no matter how hard it is and how much my heart is breaking right now. It’s shattering into a million pieces and has been since Jameson whispered that he loved me before leaving me alone. If he truly loved me in any way other than as a friend, he wouldn’t have left me alone last night.

After taking a few minutes to feel sorry for myself, I get out of bed. Looking down, the evidence of my virginity being taken last night covers my sheets. I didn’t even think about changing them after getting out of the shower because I was so damn exhausted and ready to go to sleep. That’s all that was on my mind. Especially when Jameson climbed into bed with me and held me against his chest. Another dream I’ve had for longer than I’ll ever admit because it’s just one more thing I have to let go of and forget.

The feeling of Jameson’s hard chest under my cheek isn’t something I’ll forget easily though. His body is all ridges and hard muscles while his skin was burning hot under my cheek. It’s not the first time I’ve seen him without a shirt on, all the boys hate wearing them in the summer if they aren’t riding and just hanging out somewhere. However, it’s the first time I’ve felt his hard body underneath mine in any capacity. That’s what I’ll remember and take with me moving forward as I finally try to let him go once and for all.

Stripping my bed, I toss the sheets and blankets on the floor just in front of the hamper where my dirty clothes are waiting for me to wash. I don’t bother making it right now because I’m leaving the apartment. I need to get out of here for a while and forget about Jameson storming into my sanctuary and giving me exactly what I wanted. Heading into the bathroom, I turn on the shower before taking care of business. I know I took a shower with him last night, but I need another one to get the final traces of him from my body. Before I get in the shower, I send a message to Kingston.

Me: I need to get out of the apartment today. Want to go for a ride out of town and maybe get some lunch somewhere?

Setting my phone on the counter after selecting one of my playlists, I get in the shower and quickly wash my hair and body. It feels so different to be in the shower alone after having one with him last night. Yes, I’m deciding right now that I won’t speak his name again. From now on, he’ll simply be him, he, or his. No road or legal name will be allowed when it comes to him. Jameson is no longer anything to me other than a guy I grew up with who is the brother of my best friend. Reagan won’t push for anything when it comes to what happened between her brother and me. She knows it’s a touchy subject and tends to let me share with her when I’m ready. It helps that she kept my secret the last time I was in town and I didn’t have to see him or anyone else. Trax also kept my secret which makes me extremely happy.

After getting out of the shower and drying off, I head for my room with nothing more than a towel in my hair to soak up some of the water. I grab my under clothes, a tight tank top, and a short pair of shorts to wear under my riding gear. Regardless of if Kingston rides with me today or not, I’m getting out of this house and I’m ready to ride and find some sense of calm and peace. To really ensure I forgot he who shall not be named after such an amazing night. I’m going to head out of town so I hopefully don’t have another encounter with the fucker who pulled me over yesterday. I can’t believe all that shit happened just yesterday. It feels like it happened weeks ago instead of just a day.

Getting dressed, I remove the towel from my hair and toss it in the hamper. Grabbing my brush from the top of my dresser where I left it yesterday, I brush out my long hair before braiding it down my back. After securing my hair so it doesn’t become a complete mess when I ride, I head out to the living room to grab my gear and put it on. I only leave my coat unzipped for right now as I head back to the bathroom for my phone and to make sure my hair is as covered as it can be with my face mask before I put on my helmet once I’m outside.

Looking at my phone, I see a response from Kingston.

Kingston: I’m down to ride. You know that, Zoey. I’ll meet you at your apartment in a little bit. Don’t go anywhere until I’m there with you. We’ll head out of town and away from pricks who shouldn’t have a badge.

Me: I’m ready. Heading out to my bike now. We’re listening to my music today. I don’t wanna hear your shit through my comms.

Kingston: I don’t have shitty taste in music, Zoey. You just can’t appreciate good music with that shit you fucking listen to. I’m almost there. Just stopped to get gas. Give me five and I’ll see you.

Me: Okay. Gives me a chance to warm my bike up for a few minutes.

Grabbing my keys, I grab my wallet and head for the door of my apartment. Kingston will carry my wallet for me. He usually does when we go out riding together and I bring it with me. It doesn’t matter if he’s on his Harley or one of his other bikes, Kingston always wears his cut and carries whatever I need him to. The second I’m at my bike, I put my phone in the mount and my key in the ignition. Turning it on, I start my bike and let it idle while I pull my helmet on and make sure it’s secure before pulling on my gloves and making sure they’re strapped up tight. Straddling my bike, I’m reminded once again what happened with him last night. I’m still fucking sore in the best way possible. I guess I really didn’t think this shit through because I don’t believe I’m going to have a comfortable ride today at all.

While I’m waiting for Kingston to pull in, I go through my playlist to find the song I want to listen to when we head out on our ride. I’m going to choose one that I know absolutely fucking annoys Kingston after saying I couldn’t appreciate good music. That fucker is gonna hate me by the time we pull over for lunch. I have to smile knowing he’s going to get me back on our way back into town. Kingston and I have a rule when we ride together. If I choose our music when we head out on a ride, then Kingston gets to choose it on our way back home. It’s the only way we’ve found to make things fair since he’s the only one I can talk into riding out with me on a regular basis. None of the other guys want to ride with me since I’m on a sportbike and I’m a girl. That’s something I can’t fucking stand and refuse to stop riding and be a backpack for someone on a daily basis. Every once in a while I’ll backpack but that’s it.

Hearing Kingston’s bike, I make sure I’m ready to ride as he pulls in and rides around the parking lot until he’s facing the way we need to head to leave. Together we head out and take off out of town. I press play on my playlist and wait for Kingston to realize what song’s playing. He can’t stand Redneck Romeo by Anthony BeastMode. One of the girls he was fucking with used to play it all the time and sang it to him extremely off key on a regular basis. We all laugh our asses off about it and I specifically added it to the playlist for riding just for him.

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me with this bullshit, Zoey?” Kingston growls out through our comms as I look over at him, my body shaking with my laughter.

I don’t bother responding because there’s no point. Kingston knows I do this to fuck with him and for no other reason than that. He’ll listen to the song one time and that’s it. After that, I’ll have to find something else to play for him. Or he’ll disconnect his comm from mine. Kingston hates not being connected to me through our comms when we ride in case I have a problem with my bike, but there are certain things I can do to ensure he cuts the connection.

Kingston speeds up slightly as we make our way out of town. I keep pace with him as we remain behind the one car on the road in front of us. Looking in my mirror, I see the prick from yesterday with his lights flashing.

“Kingston, we got trouble behind us,” I warn him as I let off the throttle and start to pull over to the side of the road.

My friend follows me and makes sure to pull behind me so he’s between the cop car and me. He’s not going to let this fucker get close to me at all. Not after yesterday when Playboy and him came to save me from this douche canoe. We both shut our bikes off and leave our keys in the ignition. If the cop tries to pull my key out, I’ll remove it myself and hold onto it. He’s not ever gonna touch my keys or anything else if I can help it. This fucker will not leave us stranded here.

“Let me deal with this asshole,” Kingston says through the comms before removing his helmet while I leave mine on. I barely nod my head in response as the cop gets out of his car and saunters over to us.

“Fancy seein’ you again today. I guess you didn’t get the memo to leave us the fuck alone. Playboy made sure he talked to your boss yesterday and you were informed in front of him to leave all bikers alone. If you see one of us doin’ somethin’ illegal, you are able to pull us over and wait in your car while you call it in for someone to handle whatever the situation is,” Kingston states, anger filling his voice as he keeps his body between the cop and me.

“You’re not gonna tell me how to do my fucking job. No one is!” the cop yells, pulling his gun and aiming it at Kingston.

Kingston remains calm and lets the smirk on his face show how unafraid he truly is right now.

“First, you’ve got the safety on. Second, if you shoot me, my girl here will disarm you and hold you at gunpoint until another cop pulls in to take you into custody. She’s stronger than she fuckin’ looks and you have no clue who the fuck you’re messin’ with,” Kingston says, laughing his ass off as he thinks of my dad or the triplets showing up to deal with this bastard right next to Playboy and Gramps.

Yeah, the rest of the Phantom Bastards and Wild Kings members would show up to ensure this twatwaffle lost his job and paid for harassing me. It’s the point that they shouldn’t have to show up because this cop has some kind of sick fascination with me. I can’t even begin to understand how I got on his radar to begin with.

“You’re both under arrest today,” the cop says, completely disregarding and ignoring what Kingston just told him.

“No, we’re not. You have no reason to charge us with anythin’. We were still goin’ the speed limit, maybe a mile or two over. If you wanna write us tickets for that shit, go ahead and we’ll both get them thrown the fuck out. Both of our bikes are legal, we’re both fully endorsed to ride, and we have all the necessary paperwork required for these bikes. Shit you haven’t even asked for yet. So, no, we’re not bein’ arrested for anythin’. You even think of puttin’ those cuffs on us and I’ll make sure you lose your job right this second,” Kingston states, losing his smirk and stepping up closer to the cop as his anger starts to get the better of him.

Before the cop can say a word in response, another car pulls up behind him. I keep my attention on the asshole stalking me while Kingston turns his attention to the other cop making his way to us.

“What seems to be the problem here?” the second officer asks, his voice showing his displeasure with this fucker being around us and not in his car still.

“I’m about to arrest the two of them. I have reason to believe they’re both transporting drugs and they were speeding through town while driving recklessly,” the cop lies as I step closer to Kingston.

“That’s a fucking lie and you know it!” I explode as Kingston holds his arm out to stop me from moving any closer to the asshole. “We were heading out of town for a ride to make sure we didn’t have to deal with this stupid fuck. Once again, he pulled us over for no reason and then said he was gonna arrest the both of us. That’s after pulling his gun on us for no reason. We didn’t try to run from him, this is the first time I’ve said a word, and neither one of us rushed him. Apparently, he’s not supposed to be out of his car at all and now he’s trying to pull this shit.”

“You’re correct, ma’am. He’s not supposed to have any interaction with bikers. I happened to be driving by and saw him out here with you. Both of you are free to head out,” the officer says before turning his attention toward the cop who seems to have a hard on for me. “You can follow me back to the station. The boss isn’t fucking happy with you and wants to see you. Now!”

Kingston and I straddle our bikes once again. I wait for him to put his helmet on and shit while keeping my eyes locked on the cop who’s glaring at me and I know this shit isn’t over with. It’s only the beginning. This cop isn’t going to be happy until he takes me out for some reason. The thought scares the fuck out of me and it makes me want to leave here despite my family being in the area. This shit is insane and I’m ready to give up my education to get away from this fucker.

“Don’t let him get in your head, Zoey,” Kingston says through the comms. “If you let him chase you out of town or get lost in your head because of him, then he fuckin’ wins. Don’t give him that fuckin’ power over you. If he gets that power over you then who knows what the fuck he’ll do movin’ forward. I’ll make sure the guys know about this and we’ll cover you whenever you’re out. Where’s your car?”

“I didn’t bring it with me. Dad changed his mind and let me ride down here. I wasn’t gonna bring it with me anyway because I wanted to have my bike here. Dad was planning on bringing my car down over the winter, but then I just kept walking everywhere,” I answer him, knowing I’d rather be on my bike than in my car any day of the week because I can’t relax and get the peace I need when it comes to riding.

Kingston and I leave the area before the cops leave. We continue making our way out of town. Once we’re on the highway, we open our bikes up and race through traffic. It’s been a while since I’ve opened my bike up and rode through traffic the way Kingston and I are today. We make our way to one of Kingston’s favorite diners for lunch. We park at the end of the lot where no one can get close to our bikes, and leave our helmets there. There’s tables outside and that’s where we choose to eat our lunch today. The waitress doesn’t hesitate to make her way over to our table and flirt with Kingston. For all this bitch knows, I’m with Kingston and she’s blatantly flirting with him in front of me. I can’t stand bitches like this.

We spend the rest of the day riding and laughing through our comms together. Kingston is so easy to be around and he doesn’t ever force me to talk about what’s bothering me. Even if he knows I’ve got a ton of shit on my mind. So, it’s why riding with him and hanging out when we’re not riding is so easy and fun. He’s here when Reagan can’t be and knows more than she does about what’s going on between Jameson and me than my best friend. By the time I get home, I feel better than I did when I left this morning and I spend the rest of my night studying and getting even further ahead on my classwork than I was to begin with. I’d call it a successful day.