Chapter 1

 

 

 

Bellamy – Six months later

 

Sliding out of my Charger, I glance at the row houses in front of me in different shades of pink. I live in the coral-colored one on the right corner with Maggie. My gaze skims to the center one that’s fuchsia, and before I can breach the entry way to the Pretty Pink Main House, I can hear the howls of pain and the steady ‘fuck’ coming from the living room.

 

Yep, it’s Tuesday which means Taco Tuesday for the Pinks, but not the taco you’re thinking of. Our Taco Tuesday consists of us putting our tacos through torture, the last about five seconds torture.

 

I grab the offered beer from Tasha and accept her hug.

 

“Missed ya, bitch.” She whispers.

 

“Missed ya too, slut.”

 

I’ve been gone for three months, and my first stop was here to check on all my girls and get my taco tortured. I decided eight months ago that I needed a change. I love being an RN, but I, also, get bored easily. After some thought and a perfect opportunity placed in my lap, I became a traveling RN.

 

My name is screeched from across the room, and I turn to see Maggie flopping off the massage table like her pussy’s on fire. She hobbles over to me in only a tank top with her pretty pink on full display looking red and angry.

 

“Maggie, let Tia put the fucking cream on your twat.” I chastise.

 

“She won’t let me. Shit, I told her ass to put it on herself.” Tia huffs. “I’m gonna stop waxing the bitch because she’s a fucking baby.”

 

“Tia,” Maggie warns.

 

“What? It’s true. You don’t even get a full wax. You get a touch-up but every time, you scream, cuss and then don’t put the cooling cream on.”

 

Maggie holds out her hand for the cream and Tia squirts some in her palm. I watch as Maggie slaps it on her cunt and winces. Dumbass trying to prove she’s a hard bitch. Tia just shakes her head and eyes me. Since being away from her abusive husband, Tia and Simon have thrived. Tia worked at a salon in town and became our official pretty pink torturer on Tuesdays once a month.

 

“You next, Bells.”

 

“Why the hell not,” I say nonchalantly and start stripping off my yoga pants, pink tank top and pink lace thong throwing my keys on top of the pile. I realized quickly that there’s no shame or privacy in the Pretty Pink MC. It’s like living in a nudist colony only in row houses. I’ve been walked in on so many times and seen what all the women have to offer that getting naked in front of them doesn’t faze me anymore. I stride to the table in only my bra and lay on my back. Spreading my knees, I give Tia the go ahead.

 

Maggie comes up to the side of the table as she always does and holds my hand. It’s more for her piece of mind than mine. “Just take deep breaths when she rips.” She whispers.

 

I cut my eyes to her. “Maggie,” I say exasperated. “This isn’t the first time I’ve gotten my girl waxed, and I get the full Monty unlike you.” She rolls her eyes.

 

The warmth of the wax is relaxing, and the smoothing of the strips is full of anticipation for the sting and burn that follows. Before Tia can rip the strip, a loud bellow of ‘what the fuck’ comes from the center of the room.

 

I turn my head slightly to look around Maggie’s hip and see Poison and Lawson aka Banshee standing there with shocked expressions on their faces as they get a good view of my girly bits. I don’t attempt to cover up because I have nothing to hide. Banshee’s seen my pretty pink, and I’m unashamed of my body.

 

He walks closer but hasn’t taken his eyes from my pussy. “What the fuck, Bellamy?”

 

I blow out a frustrated breath. “What are you doing here?” Rip. Fucking Tia. I cut my eyes at the bitch in question.

 

“Sorry.” She says sheepishly. “I figured you were distracted and now would be a good time.”

 

I wave my hand in the direction of my goods. “Continue.”

 

“Seriously, Bells.” Banshee grunts.

 

“What are you doing here?” I repeat.

 

“Poison said it was Taco Tuesday.” He glances around the room to all my sisters who are in different stages of undress.

 

I can’t help but laugh. “This is Taco Tuesday. We get our pussies waxed.” His eyes bug out. “Sorry to disappoint, but there’s no actual tacos.”

 

He looks from me, Poison, Tia, Maggie and the surrounding women. “Is this like an orgy?” He asks with a little more enthusiasm than necessary.

 

Before I can answer, Maggie dips her fingers in my folds, shows her finger to Banshee, circles it on her lips and then devours my mouth. I’m not surprised at all. This isn’t the first time that Maggie has kissed me or attempted to add shock-value to a situation. When she releases my lips, she licks hers dramatically with a moan as she stares at Banshee’s hooded eyes.

 

He clears his throat and adjusts himself. “I think I’m in love with Taco Tuesday.”

 

Averting my eyes from his, I give my attention to Tia and raise my watch. I’ve got plans tonight with my special person and needed this over with so I can go home, shower and leave.

 

Five minutes later with cooling cream slathered on, I jump from the table, passing Banshee and grab my keys and clothes. I don’t even bother putting them on and head for the door.

 

“Later, bitches,” I yell to my sisters. I get a chorus of the same as I strut out of the house with my bare ass swaying in the breeze.

 

Unlocking my door, I come to an abrupt stop halfway through when Banshee’s tattooed forearm slaps hard on the door. I turn to see a very pissed off Banshee and apparently, I’m the reason. I step completely into the house and attempt to shut the door, but his hold doesn’t allow it.

 

“What do you want?” I growl. “I’ve got about ten minutes to shower and get ready to leave.”

 

“I just wanted to talk. You know catch up.” He says with his anger replaced with smugness.

 

“If you catch up is code for fuck, I’m not interested.”

 

“Come on, Bells. Just talk. I promise.” He holds up three fingers like he’s a boy scout.

 

“Fine, you can talk while I shower, but after that, I need you to leave.”

 

“I can handle that.”

 

I turn and walk up the steps through my bedroom door throwing my clothes in the hamper and my keys on my dresser and head for the attached bathroom. As the water warms, I unhook my bra and throw it to the floor. Banshee leans against the door watching as I wait to see what he needs to talk to me about. Stepping into the shower and closing the curtain, I can’t help the disdain in my voice. “Spit it out. You’ve got five minutes.”

 

I hear him shuffle into the bathroom. “So what’ve you been up to since I last saw you.”

 

“Working.”

 

“That’s it.”

 

“Yes, Banshee. I just got back today from California.”

 

“California.” He repeats. “What’s in California?”

 

“A hospital.”

 

“That’s right. Razz told me you were a traveling nurse. That’s cool.”

 

“Yep.”

 

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I’ve been up to?”

 

“Nope.”

 

He grunts. “Why not?”

 

“Because, I can probably figure out everything you’ve done constructively.”

 

“Hmmm.” He pauses. “You seeing anyone.”

 

“Nope,” I say as I turn off the water and slam the curtain open to see him with his ass leaned against the counter and arms crossed. I snatch a towel and wrap my body and proceed to rush into my room pulling jeans and a t-shirt out of my dresser hastily. Top drawer is pulled open and slammed shut as I get my bra and panties. I can feel the heat of his stare with every move I make as I drop the towel and get dressed and it sends small quakes throughout my body, but I won’t fall for him again.

 

“You want to go out sometime.” He asks.

 

“No, Banshee. I’m not a side piece, and I’m not a one-night stand. I’ve been there with you before, and I don’t want a repeat.”

 

His arms wrap around my middle as I’m bent over tying my Chucks. His arousal presses firmly against my jean-clad ass, and I hold my breath as a moan slowly begins to creep up my throat.

 

“Please, have dinner with me one night this week. No fucking. I promise.”

 

“Banshee, I’m on nights for the next four nights starting tomorrow. Tonight, I have plans. So the answer is no.” I stand and turn facing him. “Why are you doing this?”

 

“Bellamy,” he chuckles, “we’ve known each other for years, and I just want to sit down and eat with you, have a conversation and then see how it goes.”

 

The nerve. “So you want to wine, dine and fuck me by the end of the night.”

 

He looks put out. “No, damn it. I want to catch up with an intimate friend of mine and possibly continue that friendship to see where it goes.”

 

I snort. “Let me fill you in on the relationship I want from a man these days, Lawson. I want to find a man who gets me and all of my quirks. I want to find a man I can see myself spending the rest of my life with. I want to find a man I can raise kids with. I’m twenty-eight, and I’m ready to settle down. I’ve had fun with hookups and empty encounters, but now I want a momentous relationship that will lead to an exceptional future.”

 

“Then we’re on the same page. I’m tired of the club whores and the bar flies.” He sounds sincere, but I’ve had my heart tangled and shredded by him before. It’s something I don’t want to replay.

 

“I understand, but I’m not the one for you. If I was we would’ve already accomplished what I just mentioned. We are hot and cold. Hot in the fucking, but cold when it comes to a relationship with our clothes on. You need to find someone that fits your mold, and it isn’t me.” I look at him and watch as his jaw clenches. “I’ve got to go.” I rush down the stairs and to the front door. “It was nice seeing you again, Banshee. I hope you get what you’re looking for.” I say over my shoulder as I hurry out the door, down the steps and slide into my Charger.

 

I’m happy that he’s decided he wants to commit to someone, but I know it’s not me. I gave him those opportunities when we were younger, but he never grabbed hold of them. I wouldn’t say I was a convenient piece of ass for him because he sought me out, which couldn’t have been easy because I’m restless. There hasn’t been a moment in my life where I’ve sat still unless I was eating or sleeping.

 

I undeniably hope that he finds what he’s looking for.