“Why would I do that?” Magnum asks. The look on his face scares me, because he seems genuinely confused.
“Didyoudrug me?”
This question angers him more than the Plan B question.
“No,” he says. “But I’m not going to cum inside a woman anytime soon. So if this baby takes… I’ll keep it.”
“And I don’t get a say in the matter?”
“Not while you’re a suspect,” Magnum says, his fingers interlacing with mine in a way that starts off feeling romantic butquickly becomes possessive as Magnum’s meaty paw clenches around mine and I can’t feel blood in my fingers.
“How the hell am I a suspect when I’m a victim?”
“Quiet,” Magnum says softly. His voice makes my pussy gush, leading to some of his hot cum leaking out of me. I want to be grossed out, but I’m partially relieved and hopeful this reduces the chances of me getting pregnant. He’ll hopefully come to his senses about getting me the Plan B pill once more of the drug leaves his body.
He pulls me to the staircase and we slowly ascend the stairs to leave the basement. When Magnum pushes the door open, it isn’t even locked. Anybody could have come down here at any minute. But nobody did. The clubhouse is entirely empty too. What time is it?
For safety, there aren’t too many windows, but the sunlight outside is strong enough that it could be anywhere from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. I need more information, but Magnum lacks curiosity. He drags me straight behind the bar and pulls out the emergency shotgun strapped beneath the sink. Somehow, he finds ammo down there too. He has to let go of my fingers to load the weapon and considering the gun, I don’t run. Never spook a white man with a gun.
I haven’t made it this far by causing trouble I can’t handle.
“There’s nobody in here.”
“That you know of,” Magnum says. “Fuck, what time is it?”
“I don’t know. We woke up together.”
This must be one of the dumb bikers. Magnum throws a glare in my direction for the sassy comment, but I don’t know what this trifling fool expected me to say, since I don’t have a better idea of the time than he does.
“This feels wrong,” Magnum grunts, wielding the gun and beginning a thorough search of the clubhouse.
I mean… sure, I don’t feel great but it looks like we got too drunk, fucked by mistake and then overslept. Our first priority should be heading to a drugstore to get Plan B, and make an effort to undo that mistake before it becomes a much bigger problem.
But I’m sure running around an empty clubhouse with a gun is for an equally important purpose.
He takes over half an hour to “clear” the clubhouse. His phone is dead, I don’t know where my phone is, and when I point out it might be smarter and faster to look for a phone charger, Magnum acts like I’m crazy and shushes me like I’m in the first grade.
I can see whyheshowed up to the bar single.
Chapter Five
Magnum
Idon’t mind that I slept with her. I just wish I could remember it. And of course, if shediddrug me to get my seed inside her, that changes our circumstances completely. There aren’t any bodies at the clubhouse, so whatever happened last night must not have happened here… or it happened just to me.
“Go look for a phone charger,” I command Damara before stepping behind the bar to pour myself the best hangover cure I can think of – a pint of stout.
She mutters some complaint under her breath, but she obediently begins her search. It always pays off to be the one holding the gun. A few sips of beer wake me up a little more, but I don’t have clear answers about what happened the night before.
“Found one!” Damara says.
“Bring it over here. There’s a plug behind the bar.”
She brings it over, slamming both on the bar with a sassy exhalation.
“I’m not your damn slave.”
“I never said anything about that.”
