I nodded, remembering how basic the rooms were for the girls. They weren’t meant to be luxurious. It’s not like we actually wanted them sleeping in them. They were meant for enjoyment, after all.
“Thank you…for what you’re doing.”
She shrugged. “It’s all good. I…had a rather rough pounding last night, and I think I need a day or two to recover.”
I chuckled. “I don’t need to know who it was. Sleep tight, Cammie.”
“Maybe…you should stay for a couple of minutes…you can lay down, and I’ll find something to watch on TV. You know…to really sell it.”
I did that, laying so my ankles were crossed over and my head was on the wall behind the bed. Cammie was busying herself with the remote on the edge of the bed, well away from me.
“You can sit on the bed with me, Cammie. I’m not going to bite.”
She rolled her eyes, flicking the TV on low. “I don’t know, Reaper, I’ve seen bite marks on Rowan’s shoulder while she was working before.”
Smiling, I remembered back to when I’d done it, which had only had her pussy squeezing my cock like a vice, and a moan so deep and loud I thought people on another continent would be able to hear it. My cock was hardening at the memory.
“Promise.”
She smiled and flicked through the channels. I zoned in and out of what she ended up picking, my mind on Rowan and the fierce determination on her face as she rode away on Chaos’ bike. The jealousy that it was her ass planted on his bike, and not mine had been unwelcome, but I was proud of her for what she did.
I’d have to ask her where she learnt how to ride, but it just went to prove I knew nothing of the woman I was falling in love with.
“She loves you too, you know,” Cammie said suddenly. “I think at first she was a little wary, you know, because of the whole Treything but she’s been so happy since you claimed her. She smiles so much more.”
My chest ached at the admission. “You two seemed to have built quite a friendship.”
She shrugged. “She’s not superficial like the girls. I like her spunk.”
“Me too,” I replied without thinking. “And that’s dangerous, especially now.”
“Is that why you did it?” she asked simply.
“I had to make her hate me so she wouldn’t keep coming back, in danger.”
“I know it’s none of my business, but as a girl, tread carefully. She’s been burned by so many. I know she says she’s totally cool with the whole Trey thing, but I know it hurt her, made her doubt herself, that she was worthy. I just…wouldn’t leave it too long, you know?”
Nodding, I agreed with her silently. “Thanks, Cammie.”
I got up off the bed, pulled my shirt and scrunched it a bit before moving to my hair and doing the same thing. Cammie smirked in approval before I opened the door and disappeared down the hall to my room. Rowan’s eyes, the betrayal, was on repeat in my mind, burning something deep in my chest.
What if she didn’t forgive me?
What if she never understood why I had to do this?
I moved to my bed and threw myself down on it, suddenly feeling the anguish of the day at its peak.
This was fucked.
Rowan
Frankie had given me the biggest smile when I turned up onher doorstep. Pulling me into her arms, she held me as I cried into her shoulder. It didn’t matter that her cousins were there, that Tiago was telling them all he would go into the clubhouse and shoot every last fucker where they stood. I sobbed until I had nothing left in me, and she made me a hot chocolate with marshmallows, and told me I was coming to her avó’s for dinner with them.
I wasn’t in the mood, but I did like the sound of the family night. I’d always loved them, her grandmother had always treated me with such compassion, and love, that I felt like I was already part of the family.
It was what I had started to feel at the clubhouse. Like I was one of them, and that’s why it hurt so much now. It hurt because I wasn’t one of them, but my bullies were. They did belong there, and whatever I had with Reaper was done.
Before it could even begin.
