Disaster
Wrenly
Something hit me and I groaned. My head was pounding and my eyes shot open when I realized something was very wrong. When I say very wrong, it’s an understatement. There was a body under me, and something was very soft inside me. Like, in my vagina. My eyes shot open, and I was naked, on top of Travis, and oh my God, we had sex. I moved and almost sat up when Travis took in a shocked breath and jumped. He looked up at me and I looked down at him. His eyes grew wide then shot down to between us. Which he only got a partial view of my boobs.
I reached up to put my hand on my head and groaned, then realized what was soft was suddenly not so soft anymore. My eyes shot back open to his and he looked absolutely frightened. “One move and we’re fucking, unless…what the fuck?” He looked around then back to me like I had all the answers.
I was so shocked I sat up and heard him hiss. A pain shot through my core. Jesus Christ he’s huge, so huge I was afraid to move.
My eyes shot down to him and he was laying there with his eyes closed and his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed hard. “How the fuck, and oh my God you feel good, but how the fuck?” He opened his eyes. “Wrenly, you’re either going to have to ride me or get up because you’re so fucking tight, and I won’t be able to hold back.”
I quickly lifted and he hissed like I hurt him. That was when something wet came out of me and suddenly I was trembling.
“What the fuck happened to us?” He was trying to sit up, but I was sitting on his erection because the most insane amount of fear took me over, and I froze. I could feel the tears building behind my eyes as I couldn’t move any part of my body. I was looking down at him then my eyes trailed down his chest where I didn’t just see tattoos and scars, but hickeys trailing from his neck down to his well-defined pecks.
He reached around me and pushed a box off his legs then reached for his head and groaned. “Please tell me my greatest dream didn’t come true while I was fucked up and can’t remember it.” He laid back and kept his hands on his head. “What the hell is happening? Fuck my head hurts.”
Not only was my entire soul taken over with fear, but I was sore. So sore it felt like someone fucked me with a baseball bat.
“Travis.” I managed to whisper, and he opened his eyes, which shot down to my boobs and he took a sharp breath before closing them again.
“Of course you have great tits, fuck Wrenly. Please tell me we didn’t fuck last night…please?”
I gulped then reached up to wipe a tear away. “I…I was filled with you. I mean, it came out when I lifted off you.”
His eyes shot open again. “I came inside you?” Panic set in and I could see it. “How the hell did I manage to get off if I was so drunk I can’t remember it? Oh God, shit! Are you okay? I didn’t…I mean, fuck please tell me this was consensual.” His voice broke on that last word.
“I’d say it was for me, considering the fact that you have love bites all over you and I was on top. I can’t remember either. Travis, this isn’t good. I can’t…I’m not on birth control.” My breath hitched and I was fighting a full on sob.
He looked around then picked up his t-shirt and sat up while he put it on me. Once he had that done, I looked around and only saw his clothes. “Where’s my clothes and where are we?” I crawled backward to get off him. My eyes caught a glimpse of his manhood, and I gasped. No wonder I feel like I was pounded by a Louisville Slugger. He quickly grabbed his boxer briefs to cover himself up.
“I’d say since there’s first aid supplies and towels, it’s the storage closet at the fight club.” He answered.
I wiped a tear away. “What happened to us?”
He scratched his head and looked around. “Jesus Christ I have the hangover from hell.” He then looked at me. “What do you remember?”
I tried to think through the foggy memories. “The chicken was great, and it paired well with the wine. We had dessert, then we had a few beers, but not enough to do all this to us. Drakos brought a few shots over to us, then Karaoke started. I remember laughing at Axton because he was drunk, then I woke up on top of you.” My head tilted. “Was Melissa riding Drakos around like a horse?”
All the sudden we heard someone yell out. “Clear!”
Another voice. “Check the closet.”
The original voice. “I am not opening another closet door! Fuck that! I’m the one that found Melissa with Drakos and Axton…fucking naked! My throat still hurts from screaming, and Bolton is great and all, but therapy won’t help this time. I need fucking bleach for my eyes! For God’s sake! Drakos had a tequila bottle up his ass and it wasn’t the neck of the bottle either!”
Travis and I looked at each other and our jaws dropped.
“Hey! Don’t go starting rumors, asshole. All the evidence suggests that Axton only jerked off.” It sounded like Creed.
“Yeah, I was the one that got to see that evidence all over his stomach! It’s still your turn to open the next closet door!” The other guy said.
Travis suddenly put on his jeans then threw me his boxer briefs. “You’re not taking chances, wear them.” It was an order.
“Ewe, I am not wearing your underwear.” I threw them back at him. “The shirt is too big anyway.”
He smiled down at me like he had something to say, then lost his smile. “Wrenly.” My name sounded soft. “He kneeled down in front of me. “I am so sorry. This is not how I dreamed of this happening.” He cupped my cheek. “I promise I’m clean and just so you know, if anything comes of this, we’ll be okay. I promise.”
I could feel my bottom lip tremble and the tears trying to burst through their barrier. I nodded and his eyes suddenly looked concerned. “I’m so sorry.”
I shook my head as I tried to fight my emotions. “It’s no more your fault than it is mine.”
He pulled me into him and held me. I loved Travis, and even if I was on birth control, I’d still be upset. It felt like something very precious was ripped away from us. Something we could never get back. “I’m just relieved it was with you.”
He kissed my head. “I feel devastated, like we lost something precious in this room.”
I nodded. “I feel the same way.”
“My God, Wrenly, you’re trembling.” He held me tighter.
Suddenly the door opened, and Travis jumped. “Get the fuck out!”
I looked up and saw Granger, whose eyes grew, and he quickly slammed the door shut. “I am not opening another fucking door!” He yelled out.
“Who is in there?” I heard Creed.
“Irons and Carlson.”
“Shit, he is going to kill Victor and the prospects. Please tell me they were dressed. They weren’t ready for that yet.” Creed said.
Travis suddenly jumped up and flew through the door and I heard a huge thud. I ran out and Travis had Creed against the wall with his hand around his throat. “What the fuck have I said about Victor, but you won’t listen?” Travis was so pissed his face was red and those veins on his neck were prominent. Creed didn’t look scared at all, more like guilty. He grabbed Travis’s arm and slowly moved it from his throat.
“You were right.” Is all Creed said.
“What the fuck happened?” Travis pushed away from Creed.
Creed rubbed his throat. “I guess since Victor’s brownies were too weak, he added a hell of a lot more pot and some ecstasy. Maybe a little LSD as well, but we aren’t sure, he can’t remember. Morgan didn’t get the chance to make her usual and switch them out, and I guess Victor also left out a few bottles of wine with the brownies, and it was his special homemade wine. When the bakery dropped off the baked goods, they set them on a table with Victor’s things. He woke up this morning, from being passed out at the shop and called me. The prospects took it all, including the wine. Thankfully, most the operatives and the couples already left, which means those of you who had the wine got ecstasy and LSD. The brownies were pot and possibly ecstasy.”
I gasped. “I’ve never done a drug in my life, and we drank alcohol too. Am I going to die?”
Travis stopped pacing and looked at me with soft eyes. “Babe, no you’re fine. Lucky but fine.” He then looked at Creed. “She could have overdosed. We all could have overdosed. Fuck Victor, he needs to go. What if the kids were with us? What if Morgan ate one of those brownies last night?”
Babe? That’s new.
Creed nodded in agreement. “Victor is packing, and Stephanie is already calling a few rehabs. He has a choice, it’s his job or his drugs. It ends here.”
Travis paced for a minute, obviously still pissed, then walked over and put his arm around me. “Creed, do you have any idea what last night took from us? We can’t remember, but we sure as hell know what happened in that closet. Imagine having no memory of Morgan the first time.”
So, there was always going to be a first time for us? Well, of course I knew how we both felt, but Travis didn’t know we wanted different things. He wanted what I could never give him.
I looked up at Creed and saw how regretful and guilty he felt. “We should have listened to you about Victor all along. What do you want me to do about him? He’s already willing to go to rehab and he’s our head designer. We need him.”
Travis growled. “I better not see that fucker for a long time, and I’ll never be able to work with him. Fuck him and fuck that bike shop. All it’s brought me is problems. I know you’re not concerned about drug testing, since we are an MC, but its time.”
Creed ran his hand down his face. “Go home and I’ll take care of everything with the children we rescued and this mess. We’ll discuss the bike shop tomorrow during the Originals meeting.” Creed looked defeated.
“You don’t have to give up the bike shop over…”
Travis cut Granger off. “I’m done working with potheads, and you both know I never wanted to be over that fucking business. Yeah, I wanted to work on bikes and design, but never wanted to run it. If Victor is coming back, it would be safer for him if I’m not around. I would bet money there’s people in this community right now that are traumatized by what happened last night.”
Granger cleared his throat. “The umm… well some people reacted different to the ecstasy than others. Some couldn’t get it up and others…” Grangers eyes landed on my legs then to Travis’s unzipped jeans. “Well…you know. The prospects witnessed some really sad sights.” He cleared his throat again. “It doesn’t uh, work the same for everyone.”
Travis zipped his pants after Granger looked at his crotch. “Is everyone okay?”
Creed nodded. “Other than some lost pride and unanswered questions, they’re fine. Magnus is over at the medical center, they’re trying to figure out why his ass is bleeding and making weird noises, but we think that might be the only injury. Oddly enough, Drakos took a wine bottle like a champ and is feeling fine now that it’s out.” Creed pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes. “I can’t believe those words just left my lips.”
I spoke up. “Has anyone seen my clothes and our phones?”
Creed scratched his cheek and nodded. “Yep.”
I waited for him to answer.
He rolled his eyes. “Patrick woke up in a random pair of panties and a bra. If yours were a satin thong and white satin bra, that’s them. Your jeans and top are on the stage and your phone was behind the bar.”
“And my phone?” Travis asked.
Creed couldn’t look at him. “We think maybe that’s what…” He cleared his throat. “They’re taking Magnus for an x-ray. His ass was dinging with notifications.”
Travis groaned. “Jesus Creed. He’s buying me a new phone.”
Creed nodded. “I’ll order a few.”
“What else should I know before we leave?” Travis asked as he hit his key to start his truck. Probably to get it warmed up.
“Other than Patrick having a meltdown first thing this morning, because he got a notification from Ancestry.com that his one hundred and seventy five DNA tests were already shipped, that’s about all.”
We walked toward the banquet hall, and I abruptly stopped. Travis and the others stopped and looked at me. “Where’s Stone? I know I saw him last night.”
Granger and Creed looked at each other, like they were mentally arguing.
“Fine.” Granger spoke up. “You know how windows fog up when it’s cold outside but warm inside?”
“Yes.” Duh…
“He was found at the front entrance passed out. The word help was written on the window. He’s not quite sure what happened, so other than his hangover, he’s fine. They’re handing out IV’s for the dehydration at the medical center if you feel you need it.”
“How many of us are there?” Travis asked.
“Sixteen, but Stone and Rossi are the only ones we think didn’t have some sort of sexual experience. I mean, it was ecstasy, so there was a lot of petting and hugging going on, but since nearly everyone was naked it’s hard to tell. We won’t know until we have time to look over the footage.”
Travis growled. “Good you have evidence, just so we know who has to pay who child support in nine months.”
I let out a small sob and Travis jumped toward me to put his arm around me. “It’s going to be okay.”
I shook my head. “What if it wasn’t just you?”
His eyes grew. “Fuck.”
Granger snorted. “I bet I know where you can get some DNA tests for real cheap.”
Creed punched Granger’s arm. “What the fuck, man?”
Travis’s head quickly spun. “Do you think this is a fucking joke?”