Chapter 21
KALANI
“Okay, let’s not let that happen again,” I groaned as I climbed out of the bathtub. “How long have I been asleep?”
“Hour and a half,” Sugar answered from the living room.
“Damn.” I’d hoped it had been longer. I’d been in prison, so I could handle being trapped inside for more than a few days, but that was when I had my own stuff. Being trapped at someone else’s house was maddening, and it’d only been a few hours.
“What’s wrong?”
“I need something to do. I can’t just sit here. I don’t even have my phone to play with.”
He got up and looked outside. “Come on. We’ll go over to the clubhouse and see what’s going on. Maybe we can play a game of pool.”
“Oooh! Darts!”
“You? Throwing sharp objects? No fucking way.”
“You have trust issues.”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
I shrugged. “I guess that makes sense. You’ve been stabbed by people you know more than once.”
He narrowed his eyes.
“What? Too soon?”
“Go.”
I waited for a break in the rain before I ran across the breezeway and down the stairs. “You guys should fix this. It’s a hazard for the older members.”
“Not an issue. The top floor is me, Bush, Bunch, and Pie. We’re all under forty.”
Rolling my eyes behind his back, I followed him into the clubhouse. When I saw Birdie and Coochie sitting at a table with Charli, I headed straight for them.
“Mind if we join you?”
“Of course not,” Birdie said, gesturing to the empty chair beside her. “Are you hungry?”
“No, but I’ll eat because I’m bored out of my fucking mind.”
She laughed and gently squeezed my hand. “I’ll get you something. Be right back.”
Resting my elbows on the table, I propped my head on my hands and looked around the room. I nodded my head toward a group of women seated around a sectional sofa. “Who are they?”
Sugar glanced over his shoulder. “The sirens.”
“You said they live here and work for the club. What do they do?”
“They take shifts at Charli’s Place and do shit around here like cooking, cleaning, and laundry.”
“Where do they live?”
“In the green barn behind the pool.”
“Do they get paid?” I asked.
“They get paid an hourly wage at Charli’s Place, but the work they do around the clubhouse is for their room and board.”
“That doesn’t sound like a bad arrangement.
How does one go about being a siren? Is there an application to fill out?
” I continued. I knew there was something he wasn’t saying, and I wanted him to say it without me having to ask.
Because there was no way I could ask without sounding like a stereotypical jealous girl when I was truly just nosy.
“You can’t be a siren.”
“Why not?”
“They don’t have any openings.”
I noticed Birdie approaching the table with my plate of food and tossed out some bait. “Yeah, that’s what I figured. Most good jobs stay filled. Can you let me know if a position becomes available?”
“What kind of position?” Birdie asked, placing the plate in front of me.
“I was asking about being a siren.”
She gasped. “You want to fuck all the brothers?”
I pretended to be shocked. “Sugar didn’t tell me that!”
“Because you already knew it.”
“I did not.
“You could’ve asked.”
“I would not.”
“I heard that.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Eat!”
Shortly after I finished eating, Whisker called the officers to church. Sugar looked at me pointedly.
“I’ll stay here and behave, or I’ll leave with Birdie,” I said, raising my middle finger. “Bitch’s honor.”
“I have no confidence in your vow.”
“Sounds like not my problem.”
Birdie bumped me with her elbow. “I have something we can do while he’s gone, but he needs to go first.”
I raised my hand and waggled my fingers. “Cheerio.”
“You need to cut him some slack,” Birdie said once he was gone.
“Why? We’re leaving the day after tomorrow. I’ve got to get my fun in while I can. Besides, I think he likes it.”
“Just be careful. These men aren’t like other men. They live by different rules.”
“I’ll try. Now, what is it that we can do?”
She glanced at her phone. “The sirens invited us to join them for a yoga and meditation class. It starts in fifteen minutes.”
“You got anything to smoke first?”
“Of course,” she laughed.
My inner peace was interrupted when the officers loudly returned to the common room.
“Thanks, ladies. When is the next class?”
“We don’t have a schedule or anything,” Fallon said. “I was just trying to think of something to help pass the time. We can do it again whenever you want.”
“Thanks. How about later this evening? Maybe after dinner.”
“Sounds great.”
I was skeptical at first, because I’d done my fair share of guided meditation sessions over the years, and Fallon’s was the first one to have any effect. It was subtle, but I felt lighter, less tense.
“What was your meeting about?” I asked Sugar.
“Club business.”
“And just like that, a ripple appeared in my peace pond.”
“Some of it was about the weather.”
“Really? How disappointing. I assumed it was about me.”
“It wasn’t, but now I have some shit to do, so I need to take you back to my room.”
“I’ll stay with Birdie.”
Sugar pointed to the door where Birdie was exiting with Coochie.
“Fine. I’ll go back to your place.” I stomped toward the door but came to an abrupt halt and whirled around. “What do you have to do? Can I help?”
“No, you can’t help.”
“Please. I don’t want to get soaked again.”
“If you fuck this up, I will put you in the cell and leave you there until it’s time for you and Birdie to leave.”
“Understood,” I said excitedly and clapped my hands. “What are we doing?”
He motioned for me to follow him. “We’re going downstairs to check for water.”
“If you would’ve led with that, I probably would have gone back to your room.”
“You still can.”
“Not when I’m halfway down the stairs.”
When we reached the bottom, I looked around at the completely dry basement. “That was anticlimactic. What now?”
“We’re not finished.” He walked over to a large safe on the opposite wall and opened the combination. Then, he stepped inside. “Are you coming?”
“Coming where?” I asked hesitantly.
“In here.”
“No thanks. I don’t want to be the stupid girl in the horror movie. I’ll wait right here.”
He stepped out of the safe and moved to the opposite wall. “Take a look inside. I’ll stay right here.”
Cautiously, I moved closer and looked inside the safe. There was an open door in the back, leading to … “Where does that go?”
“You’ll see. But first, look to your right, at the inside of the door. Do you see the keypad? It’s impossible to get locked in if you know the code.”
“I don’t know the code.”
“Six-three-nine-eight-five. You wanna try it while the door’s open?”
“Yes.”
He waited patiently while I entered the code and watched the locking mechanisms engage after the light turned green. I entered it once more to be sure. “Tell me where it goes.”
“It’s the access to our grow rooms.”
“That’s what you’re checking for water.”
“Yeah. If the tubes flood, we’re fucked.”
I followed him from room to room as he checked for leaks and standing water. “This is fascinating.” They had three rooms full of plants. “What else is down here?”
“A lot of shit I’m not going to tell you about.”
“What about Matthew? He’s down here, isn’t he?”
“Yes, and no, you can’t see him.”
“I don’t want to see him, but kudos to you guys for your superior ventilation skills. You’d never know there was a rotting corpse nearby.”
“He’s in an area that’s been sealed off.”
“Are you going to leave him there?”
“I don’t know yet, but even if I did, I couldn’t tell you.”
“Right, club business,” I mumbled.
“Remind me to give you something when we get back to my room.”
“I’ll do a better job of reminding you if you tell me what it is now.”
He shifted, seemingly uncomfortable, which piqued my curiosity even more.
“After your moment in the shower, I asked Slit if it was possible to still get blood from Matthew. I wasn’t sure what you were going to do with it, but it seemed like you wanted more.
Anyway, he collected something for you. It’s not blood, but it was a clot, I think, that he dissolved.
I don’t know, you can ask him, but I have the jar in my room.
It’s smaller than the one you have now, but the contents look more like blood. ”
“You did that for me?” I asked in disbelief as my heart filled with emotions without my consent.
“I didn’t like how upset you were about the blood being gone. I thought it might help. Then shit got busy, and I forgot to tell you.”
“I really shouldn’t fuck you while I’m having feelings, but I’m going to anyway.” Ripping my shirt over my head, I stalked toward him.
When I reached him, he wrapped his hand around my neck and gently squeezed. “You don’t fuck me. I fuck you.”
Yes, please. Let me make it easy for you.
I undid my jeans and shoved them down to my ankles, kicking them to the side.
Releasing my neck, he moved his hand to the back of my head and grabbed a fistful on my hair. He used his grip on my hair to turn me and bend me over an empty table in one of the grow rooms.
Faster than I thought, he got his dick out and shoved it into me, sliding in with ease, because my cunt was soaked over a bloody gift—literally.
I’m so fucked up.
Sugar pounded into me, fucking me hard and fast, but I needed just a little more. Reaching between my legs, I massaged my clit with two fingers, feeling the first tingling of an orgasm almost immediately.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he grunted, maintaining his relentless pace. Then he slapped my ass. “Fucking come, Kalani.”
I did, without an ounce of shame or awareness of how loud I was chanting, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Moments later, he pulled out and sprayed my left ass cheek with his warm come.
“Bloody fuck,” I sighed.
“Don’t start.”
The following morning, I woke before Sugar and decided to wake him by breathing on his cock.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he finally asked.
“I wanted to wake you by sucking your dick, but I needed consent. May I have it?”
“Yes. For that? You have my consent until I say you don’t.”