Chapter Four Rose
What in the ever loving fuck is Travis Walker doing here?
I thought I left him back in Texas. He was supposed to be back in Texas.
Why in the hell is he acting like we are old friends.
I want nothing to do with him, this isn’t a happy reunion.
This isn’t me jumping for joy running into an ex-boyfriend.
We did not end on good terms. This is a fucking nightmare.
“Travis, what are you doing here?”
I sneak a glance at Rage as I answer Travis.
Rage is looking at me with concern and I can’t tell if maybe he can feel the tension that is running through me.
I don’t know if he is weary of this because I feel like I’m going to jump out of my fucking skin.
Travis looks at me and smiles, but the smile soon fades from his face as he sees that Rage and I are holding hands.
He looks up at me and then his eyes shoot to Rage and you can see the anger radiating off of him, so much so that you can see Rage tense up.
“Well as fun as this reunion is, we have somewhere we have to be. Don’t we baby?” Rage says as he pulls me closer to him and further away from Travis.
“Um, y-yeah. Sorry Travis.”
Travis looks really put out by the fact that I am leaving and before he can say anything else, Rage is pulling me towards the door.
I sneak a peak over my shoulder and Travis is staring at us as we leave.
He has his fists clenched by his side and I am just glad I am nowhere near him when I can clearly see that he is losing control.
Once we get outside I see Dragon and Liza sitting on his bike waiting for us.
Liza gives me a look like she is asking me if I am okay.
I just shake my head and plead with her with my eyes to have her let go of it and just let me have tonight.
I will tell her everything tomorrow, I just do not want to deal with anything right now.
I need time to figure out what the hell just happened.
So I hop on the back of Rage’s bike and when I look over to the door we just exited from I can see Travis there with his phone out.
He is holding it up like he is taking a picture.
Of what, I don’t fucking know, but it can’t fucking be good.
Him being in the same city as me, anywhere near me really is a very big problem for me.
I don’t know how he got here without anyone telling me that he was coming.
I tried to shake it off by the time we got to the clubhouse, but I was definitely very upset and agitated. I hated that man and I hate that he is now ruining the night that I was having. When Rage parks his bike and gets off his bike, he turns to look at me.
“You don’t have to tell me what is going on, but I know that fucker bothered you. Just know that your family.”
I look at him and he kind of looks like he can’t believe those words came out of his mouth, “You know because you’re friends with Peyton and Parker. You need anything from us let us know. I just don’t want you to have to think about that asshole tonight.
How about you and me skip the party and just head up to my room where I can help you forget all about what is stressing you out?”
I can feel my face blush with each word that comes out of his gorgeous mouth.
“Yeah, I’d really like that. I want to have another taste of that cock of yours. Also would love to see where else you are pierced.”
He chuckles and then bends down to pick me up off his bike. He puts his hand on my ass making it so I have to place my legs around his waist.
“I like this position very much, my little fairy. I think we are going to need to do this again. I enjoy having your ass in my hands. Hold on tight we are going to be walking through a whole bunch of fucking crazy.”
It feels like fucking forever before we make it up to his room. Then he spent that whole night worshiping my body in ways no one else has ever done before.
* * *
Months have gone by since that night and my life has not been the same since.
If someone had told me three months ago that I’d fall this hard for a biker with a guarded heart and a cocky grin, I would’ve laughed in their face.
Yet, here I am, hopelessly in love and completely certain that I have found the man that I wanted to spend forever with.
We haven’t discussed the dynamics of our relationship, but I have been with him pretty much the entire three months.
At least at night. There have been nights that of course he had to do stuff for the club, but he still reaches out on those nights and talks with me.
He hasn’t been as open as most men would be during that time, but we have had some conversations.
I guess I haven’t been fully open with my past and my family either so we can call it even.
I’m waking up again at the clubhouse. Last night he told me he wouldn’t be here when I woke up because he had to get to work.
The sun peaking in through his curtains is what draws me out of a nice night's sleep.
I stretch and feel how sore I am all over my body.
It doesn’t matter how many times we do this, he takes me in so many different ways each and every time.
He is like a fucking animal who hasn’t seen water in days when we are together.
I swear this is the best sex I have had in my life and everything that we do just leaves me more and more confused.
What am I to him? Are we exclusive? I would fucking hope that we are exclusive and he isn’t going anywhere else for what he gets from me.
I mean seeing as unless he is doing club business or whatever he usually has his dick inside me, I don’t know where else he would be sticking it.
The fact that we have been going at this for three months also means something to me.
He hasn’t told me anything different and honestly, he has been in my bed or me in his.
I don’t know, the more I think about this situation the more of a headache I get.
Last night there was a party here and Liza and I came to hang out with Dragon and Rage.
It had definitely gotten crazy and I saw a lot of things that I don’t think I could ever get back.
I mean I have been to other parties here in the three months, but last night felt different.
It seemed a little crazier than most of the ones we have been to.
Some of the brothers were enjoying the views of club girls fucking each other.
It was for sure interesting. I think Pitbull and Skunk are two of the biggest pigs in the clubhouse and the way they talked to myself and Liza last night was super appalling.
It almost came to physical blows with them.
Liza and I were about to fuck up the brothers for their blantant disrespect, but Parker, Dragon and Rage made sure to do that for us.
It is still strange to think that we only have one half of the twins with us.
It has been two months since Peyton decided to stay at the Untamed Rebels clubhouse and Parker really hasn’t been the same.
We talked a little bit about everything and Parker informed us that something happened while she was at the Untamed clubhouse with one of the brothers.
We all know it is Doc, but no one is going to tell her we know until she is ready to talk about it.
My mind is going in a million different directions this morning and I know I need to get up, but I just do not want to.
Before I get the will power to drag myself out of my bed a knock comes at the door.
My brows furrow and I’m very confused. Everyone knows that Rage is at work this morning so I don’t know why the hell anyone would be knocking on his door.
I get up and am looking for a shirt when someone knocks on the door again.
I finally find one of his shirts and put it on to cover up my naked body before I head to the door.
When I open the door I come face to face with one of the club bitches that has been causing problems for me since the first night I stayed here with Rage.
The bitch is practically fake all over. Rage told me that he had hooked up with her a time or two because that’s what the club girls are for.
He never had any real relationship with any of them, but he told me that there were women at the club that he fucked around with.
I had asked him because there are all these horror stories about it fucking club girls causing drama because they think they own the brothers that stuck their dicks in them.
I mean saggy pussy really sounds like a good time.
This bitch is one of those girls. In fact in the three months that I’ve been around Rage I have seen this girl get fucked more times in one night by different men.
She apparently doesn’t care that the men degrade her and don’t even care if other people see them.
Which is really a nightmare because I hate seeing all of their dicks.
From what I’ve been told Bulldog doesn’t put up with this shit, but some of the brothers do it when they know he is busy and wont be around to stop it.
I mean it doesn’t even happen when they are having parties sometimes.
I know from what Parker has said, that the brothers tend to do this shit outside of a party so their president doesn’t get word back.
She also told me that they make sure it’s on days that no kids will be around the clubhouse.
This one is Kitty, she’s about three inches taller than me probably at 5’ 6”.
She has what you can tell are fake tits, she basically just screams fucking plastic all around.
She even has fake platinum blonde hair and honestly it looks horrible.
I mean you want to pretend you’re blonde, go to a salon and actually get someone who knows what they are doing, not some half baked dumb ass who makes it look like you have platinum blonde straw on your head with some serious split ends.
I know I’m sounding mean, but I’m over this bitch.
Her and her friends have been bitching at me for months.
She has some serious ice blue eyes, kind of like her soul.
Cold as ice. She’s got a real nice fake tan happening too.
I mean at least she doesn’t look orange, but she sure doesn’t look great.
Right now she’s wearing some tight has hell dress that barely covers her ass and it looks like her fake balloons are going to fall out of her top.
I also feel like I’m going to choke on the fucking floral perfume that is practically radiating off her.
“What are you doing here, you fat bitch?”
I roll my eyes and chuckle.
“Um, what does it look like I’m doing here Kitty?”