Chapter 4
Lena
Since that first night, Rex and I can’t keep our hands off each other.
I’ve never had this with anyone before. I guess it’s true what they say about older, more experienced men being better in bed.
Everyone else I’ve slept with felt like young, fumbling boys in comparison.
Not only is the sex incredible, the best I’ve ever had in my limited experience, but I genuinely enjoy his company.
It’s only been a couple of weeks, but I can see myself falling for him.
It’s a scary prospect, as I’ve been burned in the past. Whenever I’ve let people close they’ve inevitably hurt me or left me.
I’m frankly amazed that I want to have sex at all after Zeke, but somehow, I need it more.
I feel as though I’m reclaiming my body, my sexuality.
I don’t know if that makes me a freak or if it’s normal, but part of me is scared to look into it, especially since it would mean admitting to myself what actually happened.
I’ve almost started to believe the lie I told Rex.
Rex and I have been in a little bubble ever since, barely leaving the house and having sex for hours on end.
Although, of course, Rex has to go out more than I do for work.
I busy myself with the chores or teaching myself how to cook, something I’ve been enjoying more than I would have expected.
It feels strange how much of a domestic routine we’ve settled into so quickly, and how much I like it.
Rex makes me feel safe and happy, a sharp contrast compared to how Zeke treated me.
I now know that Zeke had no genuine feelings or affection for me, he just wanted to possess me.
I’ve made a sort of friend in Amanda, though I suppose, given that she’s in her early fifties, she’s almost a mother figure to me.
I’ve not told her about Rex and me because I think she might judge me for the age gap, or worse, accuse Rex of taking advantage, which he isn’t.
I want this just as much as he does. I made the first move, and I’m pretty sure if I hadn’t, he’d still be acting like the perfect gentleman.
But because I’ve been worried about her response, I’ve been blowing her off a little as I’m pretty sure my face would betray my feelings.
I suppose I should make a greater effort with her and the other Soaring Eagles if I intend to stay here for a while.
I’ve not yet discussed the future with Rex.
His friends return home tomorrow, which means there won’t be a spare room for me.
Not that I’ve been using it, I’ve been staying in Rex’s room since that first night.
But still, his housemates might not want me here.
Though something Rex said the other night got me thinking.
If I’m not mistaken, it sounds like they’ve shared women they want in the past, which has left me more curious than I would have expected.
However, I still worry that this living situation isn’t a permanent solution for my problems. I need to find a job, because I can’t expect Rex to house, feed, and clothe me all for free, even if we are sort of dating.
I’m not that kind of girl. I need my independence.
I need to speak to him about everything tonight. With his friends returning home tomorrow, I can’t put it off any longer. We’re gonna have some food and drinks at the clubhouse tonight before coming back to enjoy our last night alone together. I figure I’ll speak to him about it over dinner.
I take my time getting ready, shaving my legs, moisturizing, buffing, and plucking until my skin is silky smooth.
I wash and curl my usually straight hair and apply simple, natural makeup with a slightly smoky eye.
I select a pair of short daisy duke hotpants that I’ve not been brave enough to wear yet since my butt pokes out of the bottom, and then I finish the look off with a crisp white shirt of Rex’s that I tie up and leave several buttons open, revealing a peek of my white lace bra.
I’m hoping I’ve achieved a sexy yet casual, thrown-together look.
I’ll have to wear the only footwear I have, besides flip-flops which is a pair of awesome vintage brown leather cowboy boots that Amanda insisted I take, since she hasn’t worn them in years.
I look a little bit like an extra in a country music video, but hopefully, Rex finds it cute and sexy rather than ridiculous.
I hear the rumble of his motorbike pulling up and the front door open and close downstairs, so there’s no time for me to second-guess as I head downstairs to greet him.
“Hey, how was your day?” I ask.
It feels strange to have someone to ask about their day. The foster homes I grew up in were so chaotic, so many people yet so little conversation, and since then, I’ve lived alone.
“Stressful,” he says with a sigh before looking up at me coming down the stairs. “Wow, you look incredible. Is that my shirt?”
I chuckle lightly at his confusion, going over and kissing him lightly on the lips. “It is, I hope you don’t mind?”
“Not at all, you should keep it. I never wear it, and it looks better on you anyway, darlin’. Though I’ve half a mind to tear it off you,” Rex adds seductively, making my pussy twitch. I swear I’m insatiable when it comes to Rex.
“Mm, as tempting as that is, you know we’ll never make it out of the house,” I purr, kissing him languidly before dancing out of his grip.
“True. Okay, give me five to freshen up, and we’ll go,” Rex says before heading upstairs.
I hover awkwardly. Usually, I’d scroll on social media or something, but my phone was another casualty left behind when I fled the Iron Vultures.
Another thing I need to sort out soon. Not that there were many contacts in my phone, and it’s been quite nice to have a break from social media.
I guess I should consider starting new accounts when I get a new phone anyway.
Zeke will easily find me through my old ones.
***
We head to the clubhouse and, as always, everyone there warmly welcomes us.
It’s clear that people like and respect Rex, though they’re still a little wary of me.
Not that I can blame them, after all, I was affiliated with their enemy for a year.
I’m sure some think I’m here spying on them.
I wish I could explain how much I regret ever working for the Iron Vultures.
Especially now that I have some perspective and have seen how other motorcycle clubs operate, I understand just how bad the environment was.
Rex and I sit in what I’m starting to think of as ‘our booth’ from the few times we’ve been in, and the conversation flows easily.
We’ve not long finished eating when Rex’s phone rings and he excuses himself to answer it.
Though I can’t hear what he’s saying, he appears tense and stressed.
From what he’s told me, things with the Iron Vultures are getting worse.
When he returns a few minutes later, his handsome face is marred with concern. “Sorry, Lena, something’s come up, a work emergency. I’ve got to rush out. I know we said we’d spend the whole night together, but I really can’t get out of it.”
“I understand, you’d better go,” I reply truthfully.
“Want me to walk you home first?”
“No, I think I’ll hang out here for a little while first. It’ll give me the opportunity to make some friends and involve myself in the club more.”
“You’re the best,” he says with a smile. “I’ll be back as quickly as I can,” he says before rushing off, followed by a few other men.
It doesn’t take long for the bitchy woman I met the first night Rex and I hooked up to sidle up to me.
“It’s Lena, isn’t it?” she says, feigning ignorance. “Mary Beth,” we met a couple of weeks ago.
“Yes, hi,” I reply politely as she slides into the booth opposite me.
“I wanted to apologize if I was rude when we first met. I didn’t mean to blame you.
I know your situation, and that none of this is your fault.
I was hoping to speak to you sooner. I’m surprised I haven’t seen you here more often.
I thought you’d be lonely, rattling around in that big old house by yourself. ”
I look at her in confusion and with a hint of suspicion. What’s her angle? “I’ve not been alone. Rex has been there.”
“Well, of course, I’m sure Rex has been checking in on you, he’s nice like that. Do you know where you’re gonna go when the guys return tomorrow?” she asks casually, taking a sip of her drink.
“Rex says the other guys won’t mind my being there,” I reply a little cagily.
She raises a finely plucked eyebrow. “Mighty presumptive of him.”
“Well, he lives there too…”
The other eyebrow jumps up in surprise. “Did Rex tell you that?”
“Well, yes, of course.”
“That Asshole! Oh my god, his poor wife! Have you two been sleeping together? I can’t believe he actually did it.”
I feel as though I’ve gone careening over the edge of a cliff. “What do you mean, wife? Rex is married?” I ask in horror, my face giving away exactly what’s been going on between us.
“Yes, he and his wife live nearby. She went with the guys on the trip as she has family nearby. If she finds out he’s cheated the moment her back was turned, and with a teenager no less, she’s going to be devastated.”
“Why hasn’t anyone else told me about this before now?”
“Well, first of all, you’ve hardly been around, and he’s kept you to himself, so people haven’t spoken to you much.
Plus, you have to remember that not all folks are as accepting of people who hang around with the enemy, so they’re not gonna tell you anything.
We all thought he was doing you a favor, not shacking up with you.
Why would we think differently?” She says this without judgment and a hint of pity as she looks at me.
She must think I’m some stupid, naive girl who’s been duped into falling for the oldest trick in the book. A married man looking for a bit of fun with a young, vulnerable woman while his wife is out of town.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening. How could I have been so stupid?”
She reaches out and squeezes my hand comfortingly. “You shouldn’t blame yourself. He lied to you.”
But I fell for it. It explains so much, like why we didn’t leave the house much together, why his room was so empty.
Because it wasn’t his room at all. It was probably just the place he crashed when he was too drunk or tired to ride home.
He couldn’t very well have taken me to his actual home, which would no doubt have lots of women’s items.
“What should I do? Do I confront him?” I ask, thinking aloud.
“That was probably his wife coming home now. If she sees you and figures things out, it will destroy her. She’s been worrying that he’s not attracted to her body since she gave birth.”
“They have a child?” I ask, horrified.
“Yes, a little girl, she’s only ten months old.”
I can’t believe this is happening. There’s no way I’ll be the other woman, or worse, responsible for breaking up a marriage and taking a father away from a child. “I’ve got no money and no place to go,” I admit as hot, shameful tears run down my cheeks.
“I can lend you some cash to get a bus out of here into the city and to pay for a few nights in a motel while you look for a job. Pretty young thing like you should get a bar job in no time. It’s for the best,” she says softly.
She’s right. I can’t stay here. Not now. Not now that I know Rex lied to me, that I’ve been played for a fool. That my staying could ruin a little girl’s family.
I have to leave. Tonight. Before Rex returns. I can’t bear to see his face again.