“Wouldn’t dream of going there anyhow,” I spit back.
His face sharpens into his VP expression, the one that means you'd better man up. “Make sure you don’t.” He points two fingers toward his face, and then twists his hand so his digits are facing me.
“Watch me all you want, VP, but she’s not for me. Nor anyone in this club.” However much my cock might wish things were different.
With that as my final statement, I turn and walk across the clubroom, but not toward the stairs, though I may longingly glance at them for a moment. Not thinking of the woman, but missing my bed and the convenience of the en suite.
Using the back door, I step out into the relative chill of the night air. An owl hoots, and I swear a bat only just misses me as I wind my way along the path that leads to the bunkhouse in the barn. Entering, I climb up to the converted hayloft and head for the vacant room at the end, making a pit stop on the way to relieve my bladder, and then regret I hadn’t had the forethought to grab my toothbrush, razor, or even fresh clothes. Still, there’s no way I’m going to disturb Bronwyn, so I’ll have to make do. Won’t be the first time I’ve had to live like a vagrant, and truthfully, I’m too washed out to care. Luckily, I’d popped a bottle of painkillers into my pocket and, using water from the tap, swallow a couple. Then I proceed to my accommodation for tonight.
I open the door with just one thought in my mind – to collapse on the bed and hope the tablets will soon work.Fuck Freak for hitting my head so hard.Iknow I’ll be spending any waking hours plotting my revenge.
Oh fuck.My eyes widen as I look around. I hadn’t even thought to tell a prospect or one of the whores to get the room ready for me. There’s a bed, yes, but on it is only a bare mattress, and in the harsh overhead light, that’s covered in stains I’d rather not think about.
But I’m too damn tired to do anything about it now. I’ve been running on adrenaline for the last few hours. So, continuing on the homeless theme, I decide to sleep in my clothes, rather than risk getting anyone else’s cum on me.
I remove my cut and place it on the hook behind the door. Then I let myself collapse, lying down on my side, resting myhead on my forearm, rather than risking skin contact with the bare pillow.
Exhausted, it’s not long before sleep comes.
But I’m not left to slumber in peace. I’m rudely awakened by a loud voice outside in the corridor. It’s Heathen and Knight who’ve decided to have a loud discussion about how it sucks to be a prospect right outside my fuckin’ door.
“You won’t be getting my vote unless you let me get some sleep,” I bellow.
“Fuck, I forgot Short was sleeping here.” I recognise Knight’s voice even though he’s tried to lower his tone.
“I can still hear you!”
There’s a scuffling of feet, banging of doors, then blessed silence once more.
I try to reclaim the sleep I was in before, when a rhythmic banging starts from the wall to the left of me, accompanied by a woman’s shrill encouragement. “Fuck me harder, Rat. I know that’s how you want it.”
Hell, I’d forgotten how thin these walls are. I can even identify it’s Star who Rat’s obviously got in his room. He’s a brother. I can’t put a stop to his fun. All I can do is lie here, endure it, and hope the man doesn’t last too long, or goes more than one round.
I get a new admiration for the brothers who actually live here, and I'm so fuckin’ grateful I’ve been a member so long that when a room came up in the main building, it had my number.
Closing my eyes, I try to block the sound out.
Fuck Rattler and his stamina,I start thinking, as fuck knows how many minutes pass. He’s no fucking one-pump chump. I’ve heard Star scream out her pleasure at least three times.No wonder he’s popular with the sweet butts.I start looking back, wondering if my performance compares, and whether I givethem as good a time. It must be nearly an hour later when Rat finally roars.
Kick her out,I silently admonish him.
The door to his room bangs open and just as loudly shuts. Male footsteps echo on the wooden floor, and I mentally trace his steps.He’s headed to the bathroom to clean up.Fuck, I hope he’s not preparing for another round. I don’t think I can take much more.
Finally, I hear doors opening and closing again, andthank fuck,Star calls out a cheery goodnight. Blessed silence falls again, and I force myself to relax and wait for sleep to come.
I’m just dropping off when I hear someone coughing their guts upfrom the floor beneath me.God give me strength! Oh, fuck – is that someone barfing?
Uncaring of whatever residue is on it, I pull the filthy pillow over my head. Sleep getting ever further away from me, I latch onto the idea I’d not thought too much of before. Of setting up a home in the house I’d bought to do up and flip. Hell, even if I move in there by myself, it would be better than spending another night in this frat house.
Bronwyn can have my room for as long as she wants it.
But the clubhouse is not the right environment for that boy.
Beggars can’t be fucking choosers. She’ll have to make do.
In the dead of the night, I admit to myself, if we’re forced into close proximity, I just might not be able to control myself. Not that I’m a man to force myself on anyone, but if she gave me any signal she was as interested in me the way I am with her, I might forget all of Saint’s warnings.
When a banging comes on my door, I startle awake, surprised I managed to get any sleep at all.
