I’m moving out of the bunkhouse for at least two weeks.
And I’m finally getting to sleep with him.
Properly. On a bed.
Betz’s harsh voice cuts through my fog. “Have you lost your hearing, Mouse? What did Iron Jack say to you?”
I shake myself loose. “He asked Merrick to move my things into a room and for me to stay there.”
She passes a cracker to Crystal. “Good call until this all shakes out. Too many windows in here. Back of the house. Hard to protect.” She watches Crystal shove the cracker in her mouth. “These two are looking better. I’ll hang out with them. Is Iron Jack getting Julie over?”
“Yeah,” I say absently. “She’ll decide if they can stay here or need medical attention.”
“I think they’re all right, but it’s good she’s coming.” She takes the clothes. “Well, go on. You have to obey Iron Jack.”
I guess I do. I head to the back of the room and zip my biggest suitcase to roll out.
Time to move on to what’s next.
My belly flutters at the thought.
CHAPTER 28
MERRICK
Itry not to question the decision I’ve made as I haul Marietta’s plastic tubs to the room Iron Jack designated for me when I patched in as a prospect.
I push the door open with my shoulder and bend to flip the switch with my elbow.
Light floods the space. I haven’t paid too much attention to the rooms, but as I set the bins on the floor of the empty closet, it’s time to look at what home, sweet home will be for two weeks.
The bed is shoved in a corner, full sized, smaller than I like, the mattress covered in a plastic sheet. I guess there is bedding somewhere. Marietta brought some into the bunkhouse.
A dresser sits along the wall opposite the closet. There’s a random wood chair in the corner and a narrow desk under the window. Just the basics.
I’ll have to stop by my house and grab some things, but it won’t be tonight. Hell, I don’t even have condoms here.
And with that thought, was Marietta about to bareback last night? We need to have a discussion before we move forward.
At the thought of it, my dick twitches. I guess it’s happening. Hopefully, it doesn’t hurt her. At least I can be more careful than she might have been holding on to a pole.
Diesel might notice if I don’t go home. Our houses are next door to each other. He doesn’t know about the raid, but I should give him the heads up.
I sit on the edge of the bed to text him.
Me: Bar all right?
Diesel: Slow night.
Me: Cool. I’ll be staying at the clubhouse for a while. Club shit.
Diesel: Anything going on?
Might as well get one part handled. Marietta will tell Symphony anyway, and she’ll tell Diesel.
Me: Marietta hookup.
Diesel: Finally. Be careful.
