Switchin' Lanes (Savage Menaces MC Book 6)

by Kay Marie

  I manage to pry Diesel’s arm off me, untangle my legs from Hollywood’s and climb out of bed, all without waking either of them up. They’re like hibernating bears. I grab some clothes and give the guys one more glance before heading into the bathroom. Diesel moved closer to Hollywood and is now spooning him. I grab my phone and take a quick picture, wanting to document such a sweet, intimate moment.

  I never imagined I’d end up as one of their Ol’ Ladies, let alone both of them. The fact that they both care about each other as much as they care about me is amazing. I love that the three of us can be together. I can only hope the two of them don’t try to hide their feelings for each other from me.

  I take a shower and get dressed in record time. I keep my make-up light, swiping on some eyeliner and mascara. A quick run of my fingers through my hair and I’m ready to go. I check on the guys, who are still sleeping. Then head to the kitchen to leave them a note letting them know I’m going to see my brother at the hospital.

  I stop by Dunkin’ Donuts on my way, getting some donut holes and a caramel swirl iced coffee. Iced coffee is my go-to drink. Some mornings, I get an added shot of espresso. It usually depends on how much sleep I got the night before. I eat the donut holes while driving. By the time I arrive at the hospital, they’re gone. I’ll blame last night’s extracurricular activities on why I’m so hungry this morning. I park my car and climb out, making sure to take my iced coffee with.

  In the hospital, I go straight to the nurses’ station. I walk by a man who noticeably eyes me up and down as if I was walking around in my bra and underwear. An uneasy feeling washes over me, but in a hurry to see my brother, I brush it off.

  “Hi, I’m here to see Andy Wilson,” I tell the nurse.

  She types away at her computer. “How are you related to him?”

  “I’m his sister.”

  “He’s on floor three, room eleven,” she informs me.

  “Thank you.” I walk toward the elevators, an eerie feeling still lingering. I glance over my shoulder and notice the guy who looked at me like I was a piece of meat is sitting in the waiting area, reading a magazine. I press the button for the elevator and wait. Luckily, it doesn’t take long for it to open. I step in and hit the button for the third floor.

  Stepping out onto the third floor, I go straight for my brother’s room. His door is wide open, so I walk right in. Andy is laying in the hospital bed and there’s no one in here with him. If it wasn’t for all the wires hooked up to him, I would think he was napping, but I know better. I move to the side of his bed. At first, I just stare at him. He looks at peace. My mom is going to lose it when she finds out what happened.

  We both thought he was doing good. That he was on the right path to kicking his drug habits for good. Apparently, he was struggling more than he wanted to let us know. It hurts my heart that he felt as if he couldn’t talk to me about it. There was a time in our lives when we talked to each other about everything. I thought we were getting back to that, but I was wrong. I grab his hand, holding it in mine.

  “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I should have been a better sister,” I whisper. I hope that, even though he’s in a coma, he can still hear me. “I love you, Andy.”

  “Excuse me. Who are you?”

  I look over my shoulder and find a woman who looks as if she could be my age, maybe a year or two older. Only, she’s underweight. If I had to guess, I would say it’s due to the drugs. Andy is much thinner than the last time I saw him, too.

  “I’m Andy’s sister, Tinsley,” I tell her. I’m pretty sure I already know who she is, but I ask anyway. “And you are?”

  “I’m Kara, his girlfriend.” She moves around his bed, sitting in the chair next to it.

  “How has he been doing?”

  “No major changes since we got here last weekend,” she says. “But I’m hoping he wakes up soon so we can get the hell outta dodge.”

  “Why would you need to leave?”

  She hesitates, shifting in her seat. “We, uh, owe someone quite a bit of money.”

  “How much? What for?”

  “We planned on selling some of the drugs we bought. We wanted to try it before we sold it to anyone so we could tell them what it was like. But it landed us in the hospital instead,” she explains. “They found us, though. The guy who sold us the drugs wants the rest of his money.”

  “How much do you owe him?”

  “Three thousand dollars,” she tells me.

  “Shit. When does he want it?”

  “By tonight. He said he would meet me outside the hospital around seven. If I don’t have it, then I’ll have to go work for him to pay it off,” she says.

  “I can’t believe he got himself into a situation like this.” I shake my head. “I’ll see what I can do to help. I’ll be back later this afternoon.”

  I give Andy’s hand one last squeeze before leaving the room. I shoot Hollywood and Diesel a group text letting them know I’m going to the grocery store before coming home. It isn’t until I get to my car that I realize I didn’t notice if the guy was still sitting in the waiting room or not. I unlock my car and pull my mom’s number up. Before I can hit call, a hand goes over my mouth and I’m being carried away.

  19

  Diesel

  When I wake up, I have my arm around Hollywood instead of Tink. I don’t even remember Tink getting out of bed. Hollywood stirs next to me. I move my arm as he rolls over to face me.

  “Good mornin’,” I whisper.

  “Mornin’.” He grins. “Where’s Tink?”

  “Don’t know. I didn’t feel her get out of bed.”

  “I’m surprised she left us,” he says.

  I shrug my shoulder. “If she’s not in the living room, I’m sure she left us a note or something.”

  “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He has a thousand-mile stare.

  “What’s on your mind?”

  Hollywood rolls onto his back, propping his hands behind his head. “Does any of this feel too good to be true to you?”

  “No, it feels right.”

  “You’re not afraid of what anyone will think,” he asks.

  “Not at all. I know the people who care about us will be happy for us,” I tell him. “Fuck what anyone else thinks.”

  “Even if it’s someone in your family who doesn’t approve?”

  I sit up. “If anyone in my family has a problem with who I love, then they aren’t really my family. Blood-related or not.”

  He stares at me, eyes wide as saucers.

  “What? Why are you lookin’ at me like that?”

  “You said who you love,” he points out. He sits up. “You love us?”

  I smile at him. “Hell yeah, I do. I always have. It started as friendship, but it grew into more.”

  His hand comes to the side of my neck and he pulls my face to his, bringing our lips together. I cup his face in my hand and slide my tongue across his lips. His mouth opens a fraction, so I do it again, swiping my tongue along the top of his. I delve my hand into his hair, grabbing a fistful. He moans into my mouth and deepens the kiss. My dick hardens as we fight for dominance with our tongues.

  Hollywood is the first to break the kiss. He pulls back and I let go of his hair, leaving it looking like he just got fucked. I smirk at the thought.

  “What are you smirkin’ about,” he asks.

  “Just somethin’ I thought of,” I say. “You hungry? I can make us some breakfast.”

  His eyes fall down my body then slowly come back up. “Yeah, I could eat.”

  “Easy, killer.” I laugh. “There will be plenty of time for that later.”

  I climb out of bed and change into some sweats. I should have changed before I got in bed last night, but I was too anxious to get close to Tink and Hollywood. Hollywood gets out of bed and has nothing but his boxer briefs on. I bite my bottom lip, fighting back a moan of my own.

  If you didn’t know him, or ever see him in his cut, you’d never know he
’s a biker. His road name is Hollywood for a reason. Attitude and personality, he’s all biker, but when it comes to his looks, you’d think he was gearing up for a movie role. He’s sexy and as deadly as can be. He’s the first man I’ve ever had feelings for so I’ll have a lot of firsts with him. Which is something I’ve been looking forward to since the first time I imagined the three of us together.

  “If you don’t quit bitin’ that lip, I’m gonna have to do somethin’ about it,” he growls out. He grabs his own pair of sweats and slides them on.

  My jaw drops at his words and my cock throbs. I do my best to think about anything else to get my dick to calm the fuck down. I clear my throat with a cough.

  “How about some pancakes?” I try to change the subject.

  “Pancakes are good.” He chuckles. “I like pancakes.”

  “Pancakes it is.” I walk out of the bedroom, toward the kitchen. “No sign of Tink.”

  When I walk into the kitchen, I notice a note on the table.

  Good morning, my loves.

  Y’all looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you. I’m going to see Andy at the hospital. I’ll text y’all with an update later.

  xo T

  “She went to see Andy,” I tell Hollywood. He’s messing with the coffee pot.

  “That’s good. She needed that,” he says. “I hope she’s alright.”

  “She’ll call us if she needs us,” I assure him. I set the note back on the table and go through the cabinets, pulling out everything I need for pancakes. Next, I grab the cast iron griddle. It’s perfect for pancakes. Cast iron is by far my favorite to cook with. I set the griddle on the stove and turn it on medium-low heat. While it heats up, I mix up the batter.

  The coffee is ready as I finish the batter. Hollywood pours us each a cup and I grab the Baileys Irish Cream coffee creamer out of the fridge. Tink bought it and ended up not liking it. Me on the other hand, it’s become my guilty pleasure. I wouldn’t dare let the guys at the clubhouse know I like it, but here, at her house, I’ll drink it with no problem.

  “What the hell is that,” Hollywood asks.

  I laugh. “Tink wanted to try it. It’s actually pretty good.”

  “I’ll stick with my black coffee.”

  I shrug. “Your loss.”

  I make us each four pancakes. I butter each one as I put them on plates. Turning off the stove, I move the griddle to a cool burner then grab the syrup.

  “Wanna watch Ozark while we eat,” I ask him.

  “Sure. Have you started it yet?”

  “Nah, have you?”

  He shakes his head. “I’ve been meaning to though.”

  We take our plates into the living room and sit on the couch. I turn the TV on, pull up Netflix, and start Ozark. Toward the end of the first episode, both our phones buzz. Hollywood checks his.

  “It’s Tink. She sent us a group message lettin’ us know she’s leavin’ the hospital and goin’ to the store,” he tells me.

  “She’ll be at least another hour.” I laugh. “She’s a slow shopper.”

  He takes both our plates into the kitchen and rinses them off. When he’s back in the living room, I start the next episode. Even something as simple as watching TV together is better than us not being together at all. This is something I could get used to.

  20

  Hollywood

  Diesel and I are lounging around, watching Ozark and waiting for Tink to get home. Since I’ve admitted my feelings, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I’m free to finally be one hundred percent myself and let people see the real me. Between Tink and Diesel, they’ve given me the courage to not care what anyone thinks. The three of us belong together and as long as we’re happy, that’s all that matters.

  Diesel throws his legs on the couch and lays his head on my lap, making himself comfy. I run my fingers through his short, curly hair. It’s shaved short on the sides with the top long enough for the curls. The perfect length to grab onto. All I can think about is kissing his lips. I slide my hand down his chest and brush it back up.

  He sits up, turning to face me. Lust fills his eyes. He moves closer, bringing his lips to mine. It’s a light kiss, shy almost. He starts to pull away but I grab his face, crashing our lips together. His hand slides into my hair as the kiss heats up. Fighting for dominance with our tongues, I can’t help but wonder who would end up dominate in the bedroom.

  One of our phones vibrates on the coffee table, bringing us out of our little bubble and into the real world. Diesel picks up his phone, answering the call. I check mine to see if Tink has texted again, but there’s nothing. I realize it’s been over an hour since she texted saying she was going to the store. After a couple of minutes, Diesel hangs up his phone and sets it on the table again.

  “Hey, shouldn’t Tink be home by now,” I ask him.

  His eyebrows knit together. “Yeah, she should.”

  I pick up my phone and dial her number. It goes straight to voicemail.

  “That’s not good,” I mutter. “Straight to voicemail.”

  “Fuck.” He stands from the couch. “I’m gonna get dressed and go by the store and hospital.”

  “What do you expect to find?”

  “I don’t know.” He lets out a heavy sigh. “Somethin’ doesn’t feel right though.”

  “You’re right, it doesn’t,” I agree. “You go, I’ll stay here in case she shows up.”

  “That’s a good idea.” He heads back to the bedroom to change. I send Tech a text to see if he’s available to talk.

  “I’ll be back,” Diesel tells me as he walks toward the door.

  “Be safe,” I call out. He pauses before opening the door and walks over to me. He gives me a chaste kiss. When he pulls away, my lips are buzzing. “What was that for?”

  “Since when do I need a reason to kiss you?” He smirks. “I’ll call you if I find anything.”

  With that, he walks out the door. My phone buzzes in my hand.

  From Tech: What can I do for you?

  To Tech: Can you track Tink’s phone? See if you can find out where she was last? I’ll explain later.

  From Tech: You got it, bro. Text you deets soon.

  I should have known things were too good to be true. Something was bound to happen to screw things up for us. I can’t be alone right now. I’m going to end up getting lost. I call Kicks.

  “Whaddup?” He says when he answers.

  “Somethin’ is goin’ on with Tink. Her phone is goin’ straight to voicemail,” I tell him. “Diesel went to see if he could find her.”

  “And you’re alone and in your head?”

  I chuckle. This fucker knows me too well. “Yeah.”

  “I’ll be there in ten.”

  I toss my phone onto the coffee table and try to focus on Ozark until Kicks gets here. While I’m waiting, my phone lights up. Diesel’s name flashes on the screen.

  “Hey. Find anything?”

  “Yeah. Her car is still at the hospital and her phone was on the ground, smashed,” he tells me. “I’m gonna ask Tech if he will hack the hospital security cameras to see if he can find out what happened.”

  “Good idea. I hit him up a little bit ago to have him trace her phone. Obviously, that’s not needed anymore.” There’s a shift in my tone I can only hope Diesel didn’t pick up on.

  “Hollywood, we’re gonna find her,” he assures me. “even if it’s the last thing I do.”

  We hang up after that so he can call Tech. Kicks shows up shortly after.

  “What’s goin’ on, my man?” He drops onto the couch.

  “D found her phone and car still at the hospital. No sign of Tink.”

  “Do you think someone took her?”

  “I don’t know who it would have been. We haven’t had any active threats against the MC,” I say.

  “What about the people Kara and Andy got the drugs from?”

  “That could be it. Has Kara told you anything new?”

 
; “No, she’s bein’ fuckin’ stubborn.” Kicks sighs. “All she says is they owe whoever it is a bunch of money.”

  I shake my head. “Whatever they got themselves into, they’re gonna have a hell of a time gettin’ out.”

  “I’d say I’m surprised by Kara’s recent antics, but I’ve seen this comin’ for a while now,” Kicks admits. “Though, I never expected her to drag someone down with her.”

  “We can get her help, Kicks.”

  “Honestly, I’m tired of helpin’ her. This isn’t somethin’ new,” he says. “She’ll get help and seem like she’s doin’ well. Then one small hiccup and she’s back at it. Anyway, enough about Kara. You doin’ alright?”

  “Just when I think things are finally good again, something bad happens. It’s like I’m not meant to be happy.”

  “Stop that. Don’t fuckin’ think like that, because it isn’t true,” he tells me. “You deserve happiness as much as anyone. We will get her back and the three of you will get your happily ever after.”

  21

  Diesel

  The mix of emotions coursing through my body have my head spinning as I climb in my car. I wanted Hollywood to come with me to look for Tink, but he was right to stay in case she comes home while I’m out. Hanging out, watching Netflix with him made for a great Saturday morning. The only thing that would have made it better is Tink being there with us. If something happens to her, I won’t be able to forgive myself. One of us, if not both, should have gone with her to see Andy.

  I couldn’t help but want to be close to Hollywood while we were lounging on the couch. I didn’t know how he would feel about cuddling, so I laid my head on his lap. From the moment I did, all I could think of was taking things to the next level with him. Having one hand in my hair and the other on my chest only made it worse. I had to stop his hand on my chest from going any lower or I wouldn’t have been able to hold back. Instead, I settled for a kiss. I may have lit the fire, but he poured gasoline on it. The kiss was nothing short of ravenous.