Chapter 8
Drifter
“S o, are you gonna tell us what happened there?” Angel asks me once we’ve returned to our booth having made sure Skye safely left the premises with no one following.
We kicked out several of the drunk prospects and civilian gawkers, meaning it’s quiet enough that Tammy can manage alone now, and we can talk.
“Exactly what we both said, some asshole laid his hands on Skye, and I kicked him out,” I reply with a shrug, taking a sip of whiskey.
“Not that, between you and Skye. You looked pretty cozy together when we rocked up,” he says.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you sound jealous, brother,” I tease.
Buzz and Gunner grin, clearly in agreement with my summation.
“No,” he says a little too forcefully, “But we agreed that Skye is off limits.”
I let out a sigh, “Don’t I know it… it’s just there’s something about her that’s driving me mad, like an itch I can’t scratch.”
The others all look as though they know exactly what I mean.
“Man, you’re telling me. I am tired of these fucking blue balls,” Buzz groans.
None of us have had sex or so much as been interested in another woman since Skye walked into our lives, not even Angel the biggest playboy of us all. Gunner tried taking to bed his usual Club Bunny who’s into S a living area with a couch, armchair, and TV; a bedroom area with a king-size bed, wardrobe, and bedside table; and an ensuite bathroom. Unlike each of our rooms which have been decorated to suit our styles, this room is a blank canvas with white bedsheets, and neutral furnishings.
“It might lack personality but it’s clean, comfortable, and most importantly, safe,” Buzz says as she walks around.
“It’s perfect, thank you, I don’t know what I would have done otherwise,” she replies stifling a yawn.
“There are clean towels, a spare toothbrush and toothpaste, and toiletries in the bathroom,” Angel explains.
It’s then that I realize this wasn’t exactly a planned visit and the only things she has on her are the clothes on her back and a small purse which probably only has her phone and wallet. The thought seems to occur to her too as she looks down at the jeans and t-shirt she’s wearing.
“Hold on,” I say, quickly running to my room to grab a spare t-shirt for her to wear. “You can sleep in this if you like,” I say handing it out to her. It’s well-worn but soft and comfortable.
“Thanks,” she replies with a shy smile.
“Dream of me,” I reply with a wink enjoying watching the color rise to her cheeks.
It’s clear that as much as we might want it, nothing is going to happen, not tonight anyway. We might want to fuck Skye, but we’re not the kind of guys to take advantage of a vulnerable woman. So, we bid her goodnight and close the door.
“Well, you just made resisting her a million times harder,” Buzz quips as he heads to his room, though he doesn’t seem too torn up about it.
“Fucking check with us before you invite someone into our clubhouse next time Drifter,” Gunner grumbles, heading to his room and slamming the door behind him.
I feel guilty, out of all of us, this is going to be the hardest for Gunner. Since he left the army, he’s struggled to let people in and suffers from PTSD, not that he wants anyone to know that. Only the three of us know how bad things can sometimes get for him. Home is the one place he can relax and be himself and now I’ve taken that peace from him by thinking with my dick.
“Just because she’s staying here, that doesn’t change anything,” Angel warns, though we both know that’s not true.
I have a feeling Skye is going to change everything. Whether that’s for good or bad is yet to be seen. But I never was afraid of a little danger and chaos. It’s stagnation and boredom I can’t stand. And having Skye here definitely won’t be boring.