Khan Part I (Midnight Syn MC Book 1) Read online

  “Marriage isn’t always bad though,” I try to convince him letting the door shut as we walk back over to the bike.

  He shrugs his shoulders as he places the bags that he got from the store into a saddlebag, “I dunno about that.” He pauses again before getting onto the bike and adds, “I’ve never known anyone who has had a happy marriage… plus no matter what you do someone always ends up hurt.” I look to him questioning because that statement almost makes me have a completely different opinion about him, “Come on, just think about it. Either one person hurts the other… and you break up. Which one or both people get hurt… or someone dies.” I try to find the words to argue his point but he isn’t technically wrong. He grabs his helmet and puts it on my head, again.

  “The same can be said with just dating though,” I say to him as he reaches under my chin, lifting it up to give him a better angle to tighten the strap.

  “That’s why I don’t date.” He says as I feel his fingers tap my helmet. As I process his words I watch him kicking his leg over his bike and sitting down waiting for me to get on behind him.

  I can’t help my naivety when I say, “Then how do you… you know…” as I reach for his hand and straddle the bike.

  “Fuck?” He asks and laughs, I’m sure he’s laughing at my question. I nod my head even though he can’t see me. He doesn’t answer the question instead says, “Where are we going next?”

  “You don’t have to take me,” I tell him and I swear I can feel his eyes roll as he swears under his breath.

  “Where are we going? I can sit here all day.” I groan as I tell him where to take me. When he cranks the bike I can feel the vibrations underneath me. He pauses for a moment then growls, reaches back, I can’t stop the gasp that comes out as he grabs me by the legs and pulls me close to him as if I know what his next words are going to be I grab ahold of him. “And Billie you don’t have to be committed to someone to fuck them.” I’m sure satisfied now that he set me on edge again he moves the bike out of the spot.

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  How in the fuck did I get myself into this…

  I sit down as Billie goes and checks in. As I flip through whatever magazine that was on the table, I picked up, I try not to laugh when she whispers to the woman behind the desk her name.

  One would think, that if someone whispers their name to you there would be an unspoken understanding that you speak quietly back, at least that’s what I am assuming Billie was trying to do. Instead, I swear to God, if I was deaf I still would have heard the girl behind the counter say, “Okay, you have a 3:30 with Rebecca for a full Brazilian.” I could have played the entire situation off like I never heard it. Until that is, I saw Billie’s reaction in my peripheral. Her head snaps to look over her shoulder at me and I just lift up my magazine as I laugh behind the pages. Fuck, now all I can think about is her hairless pussy.

  “You know, I can see you laughing,” she mutters under her breath as she sits down next to me.

  “What? Did you say something this article is really good?” I say from behind my magazine.

  “Oh yeah,” she leans back looking at the article, “the article about which tampon is best for your vagina is mentally stimulating for you?” She quips her words at me making sure to exaggerate the words ‘your vagina’. I have to try very hard not to laugh because her comment takes me by surprise and is slightly out of what her forced character lets her be.

  “Yup,” I stand my ground letting the magazine fall away from concealing my face and she rolls her eyes and laughs again, “real riveting stuff here.” I see the girl behind the counter look over to us and smile.

  “Billie, hey girl,” A small blonde-haired woman comes around the corner. Billie gets up and walks over giving the girl giving her a hug and the woman stares at me over her shoulder. I must remember to ask her about being friends with the woman who rips hair off of her pussy.

  I sit, flipping through a different magazine patiently waiting for her to finish. I wonder how long a thing like this takes to do. Taking out my phone I check my texts, replying to a few of them, and then send a text to Ace asking about the car. He doesn’t respond which causes me to press my lips into a firm line.

  “She should be done soon.” The girl behind the counter tells me. “Rebecca is very quick. She’s the best waxer that we have.”

  “Thank you,” I nod to her, politely, and she smiles. I contemplate asking her for her number, she is cute. I’m going to need a way to erase Billie from my mind after this day anyway, and with her giggles and glances over to me, I can tell that she wants to say something else. I’m sure that it wouldn’t be hard to get her to come over later.

  “Let me go ahead and pay for her. How much is it?” The words come out of my mouth before I realize what I’m doing and as I approach the counter and I’m not sure why I do it. It’s kind of fucked up if you think about it. I’m paying for another man to enjoy this waxing. Whatever, being nice to her. She’s nice and has had a bad day.

  “$60.” She tells me.

  “Jesus Christ,” I mutter as I pull out my wallet, “do you know what she normally tips?” She shrugs her shoulders so I just pull out a hundred and hands it to the girl behind the counter. “Can you just give her the rest as a tip?” She nods her head and I smile, “Thanks.” I’ll wait for a few more minutes and then I’ll get her number, I don’t want her talking to me any longer than I have to.

  I walk back over to the chair, sitting down, maybe I’ll wait until Billie comes out of the room and before we leave I’ll get the girl behind the counter’s number. I wonder if Billie would get jealous?

  “You and your wife are cute together.” Oh, shit wasn’t expecting that to be what she was thinking about. I start to correct her when she starts speaking again her words coming out quicker this time, “She’s been coming in here since before I started here. I love her. She’s always so sweet. Rebecca loves when she comes in as well.” I start to open my mouth again but Ms. Talkative doesn’t give me a chance to speak, “ I don’t see many men coming in with their wives, but it’s nice to see that some men are secure enough in their sexuality to come into a place like this.” Fucking kill me, now.

  “She’s ac-“ I try to tell her the truth but she cuts me off and continues.

  “Not only come with her but pay for her. It’s really sweet you know she only does it for you but it’s still really sweet. I mean, I knew Billie was married. Obviously, I could see her ring and all, but no one had ever seen you. It doesn’t surprise me that you’re…” I try to step into the conversation in her trail of thinking of the right word but how do I correct her now without completely embarrassing her and making myself seem super weird for being with another man’s wife as she gets waxed and I paid for it? “It doesn’t surprise me that you’re hot. Please don’t tell her I said that. I don’t want to get into trouble, but you’re really hot. But that’s not a surprise because she’s gorgeous…”

  Oh, thank god.

  I think as I see Billie round the corner and jump up walking over to her. I toss my arm around her shoulder, “Come on, I gotta get outta here.” I mutter into her ear, trying to keep her from pushing out of my body.

  “I gotta pay.” I wave her off

  “It’s already taken care of,” I say pushing her to the door and start to open it.

  “You paid for me? Why?” She asks me.

  “Oh,” the girl behind the counter nearly squeals, we are almost out of the door completely as she finishes her sentence. “you guys are such a cute couple.”

  “A what?” Billie almost shouts as I shove her the rest of the way out of the door and make sure it closes. Billie stares up at me, waiting for me to explain.

  “She got the wrong idea. I tried to tell her,” Billie looks at me confused.

  “You tried.” She asks raising one eyebrow at me.

  “She just kept talking. I couldn’t get a word in edge-wise. I tried to stop and correct her a few times but she would just cut me off and then the l
onger she went on the more awkward it got and I couldn’t correct her then.” Billie starts laughing. Her reaction surprises me.

  “What did she say?”

  “I don’t even know how it happened. It escalated so quickly. Sorry though, I should have stopped her.” I look down grabbing my helmet and placing it on her head.

  She looks up to me with a smug look on her face, “I guess it’s okay… this time.” I smile back at her and clip the strap and make sure it’s tight, but not too tight.

  I slide onto the bike and reach my hand up for her to hold to stabilize herself, “So, how are you super friendly with someone who rips hair off of your pussy.” At the word, I hear her gasp a little, which I’m sure is at my choice of words.

  “I’ve been coming to her for years. We talk about things while she’s doing it.”

  “Oh yeah? Like what?” I chuckle as she clutches my hand.

  “Well,” she starts as she steps on the peg and tosses her leg over, “she may have made the same mistake that Michelle made. That’s why I was laughing so hard. The same thing happened to me. I couldn’t correct her before it got really awkward.” I start the bike about to slide her forward again, but she slides her body until it’s right against me, wrapping her arms around my body, and leaning her head against my back, which causes my body to react.

  This girl may just be the death of me.

  …You feel this tension between us too, don’t you?

  I’m a little surprised when he pulls the bike into the parking lot of the garage, which according to the sign is called Pistons, instead of stopping somewhere else, again. He parks it in the spot which has a sign that says Khan and helps me up off of the bike and then gets off of it as well. He places his hand on the small of my back and escorts me through the garage all the way to the left side where the only hydraulic lift sits… where my car sits with the hood up and three men working underneath it. I turn and look at Dax, “Do you guys only work on bikes?” Overly aware of his hand on my lower back.

  He shrugs, “Mostly, but we work on the cars that the club owns as well.” I nod my head understanding. “So, we have the means,” he then turns to the men working on my car and speaks louder, “Ace,” the man who turns around is just as tall as Dax, with dark features, “how is it looking?”

  “Khan!” He smiles, still curious about the name, and the tall man walks over towards us, he looks over to me and I watch him as his eyes trail over my body before Dax clears his throat and breaks his attention, “Man, it’s not looking good.” Both men turn and Dax walks without moving his hand, towards the side of the building that we just came from. I walk with them into an office I watch as Dax sits behind the desk. I sit in the chair in front of the desk and Ace lean against the filing cabinet against the wall. The man, Ace, looks to me again and asks “your car?” I nod my head. “Makes sense now.” Dax clears his throat again. “Oh yeah, so we are still running some tests, but as of right now it looks like it’s a cracked block.” Dax then groans and runs his hands over his face.

  “What does that mean?” I ask and Ace again looks at me.

  “It means the car is toast.” I can’t stop my groan then. “You might as well buy a new car.” Ace tells me honestly, and my eyes fall

  “I can’t afford that right now.” I’m more or less saying it to myself and look down at the floor, fighting with the tears that are threatening to spill from my eyes.

  “Ace, fix it, whatever is wrong with it.” Ace groans, rolling his eyes. Someone yells for Khan and Dax gets up from behind the desks and follows the voice into the garage.

  “I know Khan says to fix it but it’s going to take some time if it is a cracked block. We basically have to rebuild the engine. Probably going to take a week and a half until we can get it up and running.” I nod my head, understanding but not really have an option at this point.

  “Whatever it takes,” I pause and then look back to Ace as he begins to straighten himself. “Khan?” I ask him and he smiles knowing that I’m asking about where the name came from.

  “Genghis Khan,” Ace states, I stare back at him not really understanding what he means. He rolls his eyes and then continues “They say that 1 in 200 men are descents of him. Cause he fucked so many women.” There’s a growl from behind us and as I look back I see a glare coming from Dax’s face. Ace’s eyes grow wide as he moves from the office and I can only assume back into the bay where my car sits. Dax walks from the doorway, shutting the door, sitting down in his chair behind his desk again, and looks at me. I can’t help but smirk at him.

  “That’s not the whole story,” Dax growls yet I can’t help but look at him intrigued. “And I’m not telling the whole story,” He leans in resting his arms on his desk, “yet. You have to gain that level of trust.” He stiffens back up and starts again, “Billie, we’ll get your car fixed, don’t worry about it, it’s going to take a little while, though. You have another car at home?”

  “Yeah, I just have to go and get it out of storage.”

  He shakes his head, waving off that thought, “Don’t worry about it, you can borrow mine until we get it fixed. It’s right outside.”

  “Dax, I can’t just borrow your car until then,” he glares at me and I shake my head again throwing up my hands to make more of a point, “you barely know me.”

  “I know enough.” He laughs.

  “You’ve only met me once. As you said have to gain that level of trust.”

  “Bil,” the use of the nickname that I only let a few people get away with calling me makes me fidget in my chair. I’m not sure why I don’t correct him. “You are a private school principal whose husband is in the military. You are like a living, breathing perfect fairy tale princess, who could not ever do anything bad. I’m sure you’re not going to run off with my car. Plus, your car is still here and all I have to do is run your VIN and can find your home address.” I have a sinking suspicion that he has other means to find my home address. “Plus, your husband is about to come home and I remember how busy spouses are right before homecoming.”

  “I’m not perfect, but I understand your point,” pausing, I look up to him and he’s trying to persuade me with his stare, “OKAY,” I say the word reluctantly. He then holds out his hand and asks for my phone. “Why?”

  “So, I can put my number in your phone to call my phone. So, I can let you know when the car is ready.” I reluctantly hand over my phone. I watch as he types a few buttons and hands the phone back over to me. We sit for a few more minutes and he looks as if he is contemplating something. “Question,” Dax states, and I look back up to him, and he is sitting with his elbows on the armrests of the chair and his fingers touching by his face “hypothetically, if one was to make a sizable donation to the school,” I put my hand up to stop him.

  “That’s bribery,” I say to him which causes him to toss his head back and laugh. He stands up from the chair and walks around his desk, leaning on the edge and bending down closer to where I sit.

  “Oh, you really are a perfect princess if you believe that no one at that school has ever taken a bribe. Plus 100 thousand dollars can accomplish a lot” He pauses and smirks again leaning in right next to my ear and whispers, “bribery is nowhere near the worst things that I have done. Nor is it the worse thing that I have done for Ella.” Holy shit, a hundred thousand dollars he can afford just like that. The knock on the door eases the tension and he tells them to come in without really moving back at all. Ace walks through the door slightly disappointed until he sees the situation which is currently unfolding in the office, now he seems much more intrigued.

  “Blocks cracked. Already ordered the parts.” Dax nods and tips his head as if telling him to get lost. And I’m assuming as quickly as Ace takes off that is exactly what his head nod meant. Dax grabs the keys off of his desk and nods to the door for me to follow him.

  “It’s going to be at least a week before it’s done. I’ll make sure they get it to you as soon as they can.”

 
“Just send me an invoice,” I mutter to him and he shakes his head.

  “No, don’t worry about it.” He stops at a large black Land Rover with dark tinted windows, so dark that you cannot see in the car at all. “Here it is. Let me know if you need anything or if any lights pop up,” I nod my head.

  “Bil,” he mutters as I reach for the door handle and I turn around just as two hands plant on both sides of me on the car windows. My breathing quickens and he lets his head fall so that his nose trails my chin, “You feel this tension between us too, don’t you?” I don’t say a word. “Just nod if you do,” he mutters as I half nod my head, only once. He moves his head slightly bringing his lips closer to mine and I can’t help but lick my lips. He smirks at my response before pausing for a second, “And you want me just as bad as I want you?” He whispers and I can feel the breath that holds his words on my lips. My breathing quickens more and I nod my head one more time. His lips turn up in a full smile, “I thought so,” he leans in closer to me, his lips are hovering over mine. I can feel his breath on my own lips.

  I manage to straighten my thoughts out and pull my hands up pushing against his chest. He looks up at me even more amused.

  “I can’t do this. I’m married. My husband is deployed.”

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  “I can’t do this. I’m married. My husband is deployed.” I can’t help but find her comment comical. Although, it’s slightly shocking.

  “You forget I grew up in the military. I have met plenty of wives.” I leave out the part of losing my virginity to the neighbor when I was 14, while her husband was deployed. She looks at me like she’s disgusted with me and pushes me further. “I’m okay with the few days that we can have. In fact, that’s perfect.” She shoves me, harder, pushing me even further away.