I crawl out of the bed, tumbling onto the floor next to it, and pulingly myself over to my bag, that lies tossed into the corner. I open up the front and grab the bag in the hidden pocket, pulling out 2 of the pills. I move to the table next to the bed and find a hard object, crushing the pills, before I move the powder with a card stored in my bag as well. Rolling up a small sheet of paper then I sigh the power up. Not my preferred method, but it’ll do in a pinch, I’m too exhausted for the set up at this moment.
It instantly eases all of my pain, the second line dulls it even more, and by the third one I can’t feel my body any longer. Crawling back over to the bed I pull the cover off of it and sleep on the floor. Once I submerge myself in the blanket and pull the pillow down as well. I instantly fall back to sleep. The drug slowly easing the pain in my heart and in my body. But the dreams start once again.
I hold around his neck as he pulls my legs from his body and slides my shorts down quickly before wrapping them back around his waist. Bringing his hand down between us he slides my panties to the side and then he’s pushing up inside of me, filling me, stretching me. I gasp out into his ear and feel the vibration of his laugh as it comes out. He doesn’t move to press me against anything, just continues to fuck me there. I lean away from him, looking him in the eyes as I move myself off of his cock and a grin spreads on his face. He doesn’t even need to speak for me to know what he’s thinking. I smirk as he thrusts back up into me. He may be significantly older than I am, but this man is in fantastic shape. Most men my age wouldn’t be able to fuck me just standing up. Picking up the pace, he quickly pushes into me, tilting my head backwards before one hand presses hard against my lower back and the other skirts between us then the same thumb that pushed away my tears presses circles onto my clit. The perfect pressure which he applies to it has me clenching down onto him and he groans. “Fuck, Baby Girl.” He continues putting pressure onto my clit until my body begins to convulse, and I feel my release. He smirks as I nearly go limp in his arms. Even after my orgasm he is relentless with his attention on my clit and continues to rub me until I’m whimpering in his arms, highly overstimulated.
“I-can’t.” Comes out as one word before he shakes his head.
“I want to feel you cum again, Sadie.” He demands of me. I look at his eyes, a grin spreading on his face as his thumb works my nub, and I feel him push up inside of me, quicker, harder, filling up all of me.
He slows for a second as he moves towards the side to a large bolder and he finally presses me against it. Using the surface to slam inside of me. Pushing me to a breaking point. I feel tears behind my lids begin to prick at my eyes and I’m not even sure why. With each thrust the sensations just taking over me before I’m screaming out his name and hearing his laughter.
Dropping his hand from between us he grips one hand on the back of my neck and the other grips tightly onto my hip as he begins to slam inside of me, each thrust pushing my hips into the rock more, erratically until he groans out in his own release.
Sitting behind me, he holds onto the clutch over top of my hand as well as rests his other on the throttle over my other. “Like this, Baby Girl.” He whispers into my ear as he carefully eases off of the clutch and slowly pulls the throttle back. The bike begins to slowly roll forward. Once we get to speed he lets go, urging me to continue, his hand inching its way up my inner thigh. The better I do, the calmer I remain, the higher his hand roams.
Chapter Four
SADIE
The sun shines through the blinds and beams across my face, waking me. Pushing myself up off the floor, I walk over to the clothes that I had, apparently, stripped off in my sleep before I woke up and crawled to my bag.
Dressing myself, I open the door, and nearly jump. Ro is standing in front of me just as I had shoved him out the door last night. Almost as if he’s been there since.
“Oh!” It slips out of my mouth before I can stop it and he smirks.
“Hungry?”
“Uh, yeah.” I hesitate on my words, and he nods his head, gesturing to his side.
“You shoved me out of the room last night before we could talk about everything.”
“Okay…” My sentence dies off because I’m not really sure what he wants to talk about.
“Our clubhouse is pretty private.”
“Ro, you broke me out of a clubhouse, I’m aware. Stay in the spaces that the women are allowed.” I can’t help but roll my eyes. The whole MC life is a give and take. I love it all but the way that the Marauders handled women, is appalling. We were all disposable. It was the first time I had ever been treated like that by an MC, every other time that I was around ones… well, the one… or really,he, was different.
“I’ve known J for a long fucking time… I know what he’s like.” Ro says as he touches my arm, stopping me. “I can only imagine what he did. How he is with women.” His hand comes up, touching my face again.
“I’m fine.” I draw away from him, not wanting his damn pity.
“Okay.” I can already hear the irritation in his voice. I should talk to him, but I turn back and move ahead of him. “Sadie, you know, if you accept a little bit of empathy no one will think any less of you.”
“That’s easy for you to say.” I shout back at him, stopping, and looking back over my shoulder.
Goddamnit, I wish he wasn’t so fucking… Ro. I’m not even sure how else to rationalize it. Sure, he alludes sex, he is the president of this club, and was the other one, previously. Which also means that he just got out of prison, but would also mean that he’s the one who betrayed the club and made the rest of them defect as well. “And why would I want empathy from you? So, you can turn everyone on me as well?” I’m aware that I say it with all intent at pushing his buttons. I turn once again, continuing to walk towards the kitchen. Or where I assume that it is based on where we have been walking this whole time.
“What?” He nearly shouts from behind me, his voice demanding and volatile, but I just continue to walk away.Hiding the smirk, which was summoned onto my lips from the danger radiating through his voice.
“Nothing.”
“No. What the hell does that mean?” He growls at me as he speaks. My arm is then being yanked backwards, as he forces me to turn around, to look at him.
“Nothing.” I sigh out looking into his squinting eyes. He pulls me in the opposite direction, shoving me through a door leading into a steamy bathroom. A man is turning the shower off. As he’s stepping out, and is almost as shocked to see me as I am to see him. His eyes instantly leave mine when I feel Ro step in behind me and I scoff out as he continues to hold onto my arm. Doing a poor job at trying to hide the surging endorphins the fear Ro generates brings me.
“Get out.” Ro says it so sternly that the man, who is doing his best attempt at covering himself, stumbles to the stall. I, shamelessly, let my eyes trail down his body as he moves his hands having to reach for the towel as he scurries out of the bathroom.
Ro flips the lock behind the skittish man. Walking past me and turning the water back on.
