I followed him through the darkened clubhouse and toward the rooms. It was the newer section of the clubhouse with the new rooms off to the side. He opened the door and I stepped inside. It was just like the other rooms; a bathroom to the side, a large bed made up with dark quilts and blockout curtains on the window, a bedside table and a chest of drawers. A TV sat on the wall above the chest of drawers.
“Thanks, man.”
He nodded and moved out to the hall again before closing the door. I sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbing up the remote from the bedside table and turning it on to an old style movie. The kind they ran late at night for the insomniacs.
The weight of the last few days was heavy on my shoulders as I let my worry and fear go. Tomorrow would be the start of the end, I just knew it, but for right now? I could relax and get some serious shuteye.
Shae
I got off my bike once I’d pulled up alongside the boys’ bikes at the compound. Tonight had been a fucking clusterfuck. I couldn’t wait for my apartment to be ready for me, so I didn’t have to worry about my fuckingcreeper landlord who didn’t want to fix a damn thing in my beaten up unit. The fucking water from the unit above me had been leaking all damn day, and I came back to a puddle where my carpets should be. I’d worked at the shop until ten tonight, so having to deal with the constant dripping as well as the squelching whenever I needed to walk over the carpet had done me in. There were a heap more rooms at the clubhouse now, so I could easily just grab one and deal with everything in the morning.
I moved down the empty lot and toward the clubhouse. A bike sat near the door, one I instantly recognised.
My heart started to beat a little faster.
It was his.
He was here.
Why hadn’t anyone told me?
I took a few deep breaths as I looked over the familiar bike, my hand smoothing over the back of the bike, and remembering how he would lay me out over it and fuck me senseless.
Stop it, Shae.
I moved up the steps and in through the door that no one ever locked. Who would be stupid enough to steal from the Rebels?
The clubhouse was empty, and the lights were off. My head was buzzing frantically, annoyed still from the apartment shit and now this.
I stormed down the hall, but no one was here.
Moving to the newer section of rooms, I headed down the hall, hearing the faint sounds of TV behind a door, followed by the distinct sounds of moaning.
Did he have a whore in here with him?
I raised my knee up and kicked at the door, watching as it splintered and flew open. A flurry of activity erupted as I watched him jump from the bed, naked, his phone flying to the side of the room and the sounds of the porno he was watching loud in the room. I looked around for someone else but it was just him and his phone.
His eyes met mine, and I saw those brown depths that I had fallen for looking up at me with horror followed by longing. The mirrored longing I knew was reflecting back at him.
“Shae.”
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. My jealousy had hit me hard in the chest when I thought he’d been with someone else, but we weren’t a couple. He’d left.
He left me.
I backed out of the room and toward the bar, pulling a bottle of Jack from behind the bar and cracking the topto take a long swig. I could feel him enter the bar area, but I refused to look. Tears burned my eyes as I let the whiskey do its thing.
“Shae…”
“Why are you here?” I asked him, unable to look over at him. He was still naked, having chased me out here. God, how I wanted that cock inside me again. If I looked, I’d fuck him, and then where would I be? Pining over the son of a bitch again when he ended up leaving town.
“Please look at me.”
He moved beside me at the bar, his arm resting on the counter, his fingers inches from mine. I could see he wanted to touch me just as much as I wanted to be touched, and yet he gave me the space I needed.
Slowly, I lifted my eyes up to his and immediately I saw the sorrow behind them. I’d fallen so head over heels for this man and here he was, looking at me like a lost puppy. A lost puppy who just happened to break me apart a year ago.
“Why. Are. You. Here?”
