Page 35 of Guarding Glenda

“It’s okay,” I told her, smiling at her sweet face. “I’m excited to see you, too.”

“Are you staying here now? We’re still having a sleepover here. Which is fine, but my swing set is at home and they closed the pool,” Sofie said as she poked her lip out.

Giggling and admiring her little dimples, I said, “Well, since the pool is closed anyway, maybe we can take the chalk out there and you can make me a big, pretty picture.”

She laid her head on my shoulder and squeezed me. “I’m so glad we can play. Wait!” She pulled back and her blue eyes sparkled up at me. “Did you bring Bruce?”

Linny cut in before I could answer. “He needed to stay at Leigh’s, but maybe sometime soon he can come play.”

“Or we can go see him,” Sofie said, matter-of-factly.

Bama’s deep voice broke up the tension. “We’ll see. Let’s give Miss Glenda some breathing room.”

She squeezed me then wiggled free, so I put her down.

“She darted up here when I mentioned you were here,” he said as he held his hand out for her.

The sight of him with Sofie tugged at my heart. It was sweet, but a constant reminder of what could have been. The life I’d thought I’d have.

“I’m actually a little tired, guys,” I told them.

Linny put the overnight bag in the wardrobe and came to hug me. “Get some rest. We’ll be around. You good?”

“Yeah. Just a lot of excitement for one day.”

“See you for dinner in a bit?” she asked as she pulled away.

“For sure. I’m just gonna rest a little and charge my phone.”

After they left, I plugged in my phone then sat on the bed.

“Back to normal.”

Looking around, something felt off. But everything was how I left it. Falling to the bed, I sighed. It was mine, but it felt off, too.

“Just tired.”

I closed my eyes, hoping to rest and reset now that I was finally back at the clubhouse. Where I should be.

Chapter 15

Glenda

“That’s my baby. Look at this sexy bitch, brother.”

Leigh’s dark eyes scanned me as I danced around. Reggie had been peeling layers off, showing me off to everyone. Other girls were already topless and I was catching up. It was normal. Naked girls, everyone fucking.

I knew Reggie had other girls, but I’d never seen it with my own eyes. It was just understood. But when I turned around and saw a pile of bleach blonde curls in his lap as he sported a shit-eating grin, my heart raced and my mouth fell open.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Reggie practically moaned.

He waved his hand and a man reached around me from behind, his hand flattening over my exposed stomach before it moved up to my bra.

Reggie grinned. “See, baby. Everyone is just having a good time. You can, too.”

The rest of the night was a blur. Me and other girls all stripped down, the music loud, bikers passing us around. It was fucked up. I knew it was fucked up, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t leave. I didn’t stop them. Every time I looked over at Reggie, a new girl pawing at him each time, I decided I didn’t want to leave. I wanted him to see me. I wanted me, with another man, seared into his mind.

But it wasn’t until him that I even caught his attention. And it wasn’t until him that I felt… different. I was practically disgusted at every other man’s touch; every other man’s cock inside me. But when his fingers grazed lightly over my collarbone, chill bumps danced down my arms and my breath hitched.