Jeremy cracked up watching Tallis take down the rest of his flask. “You remember my cheap taste, don’t you?” He smiled at the mention of the scotch. It’d been a while since he had anything more expensive than a $20 bottle of whiskey. “Thanks, Tallis. We’ll stop by the clubhouse to get your shit, then I’ll let you unpack at my place. I have some paperwork to take care of when I get back.” 
Before getting on the bike, he checked his phone to see a text from Kaci. He rolled his eyes at the text. “She’s staying in the guest room until further notice. Come home when you’re done. Need to talk.” 

He started the bike and slipped on his helmet as Tallis got on the back of the bike. A part of him didn’t want to bring her to his house. He had worked so hard to remove the grip she had over him, and having her staying in the most private part of his life, his home, was daunting. Snapping himself out of his thoughts, a wave of chills ran down is back as he felt her breath on his neck. “Fuck,” he whispered to himself, feeling her hands and lips on him. Was this what she was going to do to him the whole time she was here? Tease him, bed him, and then leave him again for an indefinite amount of time? He grabbed her hands and wrapped them around his waist, removing them from his thighs. [i]”What the fuck is WRONG with you,”[/i] he cursed at himself mentally. [i]”Isn’t this what you’ve been waiting for? You’re acting like a bitch.”[/i] He shook his head, backed out, and sped off from the cemetery parking area. 

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Solomon heard his name being called from the shower. “Coming!” He yelled as he turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist. He opened the door to see Kaci, barely dressed, and approached her slowly. “Hey,” he simply said in a quiet voice as he wrapped her arms around her and kissed her. As the kiss continued, one hand came to her neck with a thumb on her face and the rest of his fingers in her hair. His other hand began to slide down her back, until the sound of a motorcycle approached the clubhouse. Solomon broke the kiss and ran to the window. “God DAMN it,” he cursed, running a finger through his here. “Tillman’s here.”

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Jeremy and Tallis pulled up to the clubhouse after an uneventful ride. [i]”Solo’s bike is here. Good. I have to talk to him, too.”[/i] As his thought ended, he heard heels clicking in a hurried pace right towards him. “What now?” He snaps his head to the right, immediately feeling a sting on his cheek. There was Ashley, huffing and puffing, eyes switching back and forth between Tallis and him. “Is this your guest?” she said in a low, angry tone. “Ashley,” he began. “Don’t ‘Ashley’ me, Tillman. Do you really think that she’s better than me? This tattooed, slutty bitch?” Jeremy rubbed his cheek and rolled his eyes. “Ashley, I [i]fuck[/i] you. That’s it.” This made Ashley's anger skyrocket as she began to walk towards Tallis. “Leave him the hell alone. He deserves better than you.”