Chapter Eight Rose
Two Months Later
October and November came and went so fast.
I felt like I blinked and it was over. Rage had been gone during Thanksgiving on some club business and I really did miss him while he was gone.
He kept in contact with me when he could and honestly that had surprised me.
I thought for sure while he was off on these runs I wouldn’t hear from him.
I had Thanksgiving dinner with Liza and her boys which was truly a little bit of chaos.
Peyton ended up showing up while she was here dropping the bomb that she was pregnant and not just pregnant, but really fucking pregnant.
She’s having fucking triplets and that shit is crazy.
Last night I stayed with Rage and waking up alone in his bed makes me a little sad.
We really haven’t spent as much time together since he’s been on his runs for the club, but I’m hoping all that changes when he gets back.
He did give me a nice farewell present last night and throughout the morning until we both fell asleep.
I hated that I didn’t get to say goodbye because he left while I was sleeping.
I can feel all the events from last night on my body when I stretch and feel how sore I am.
When I roll over and look at my phone I notice that it is a little after eleven in the morning.
I don’t see any missed messages from Liza so she either left or she is still sleeping.
I know that one of our friends kept the boys for her last night so she could come to the club party that they had.
Rage and I didn’t stay for it because he apparently had a bunch of other plans in mind.
I smirk at the memory of all the different ways he took me last night.
It was honestly so fucking amazing. I have never had a man who cared that much about taking care of my body and making sure that I came before they did.
Deciding I should probably get up and head back to my apartment, I head for the shower so I can clean up and get dressed.
I’m sure that they have a lot going on at the clubhouse today.
Peyton told me that her mom was going to be finishing up for Christmas today and I really don’t want to be in the way.
The hot water feels amazing on my body and all the sore areas I have.
I clean myself with Rage’s body wash and shampoo.
I honestly love smelling like him and I can’t believe how deep I’ve gotten with this man.
I’ve seriously fallen hard and I think he feels the same way too.
Everything I know about bikers is screaming at me to not tell him what I am feeling.
I do not want to ruin the illusion in my head that we are a couple.
He hasn’t really put a label on anything that we are doing, which is fine by me.
I know we have time. Rage is 25 years old and really I am 20, almost 21.
We have plenty of time to figure out what exactly we are to each other.
Also we have not been using protection and that is probably dumb on my part, like my mama raised me to be smarter than this.
But I believe that if he was fucking around with other women he wouldn’t be having sex with me bare.
I also have said a million times I don’t know where he would be going to get any other action because he is usually with me.
I am probably being the dumbest girl around trusting this man.
I've had several conversations about it with Liza and my girls from back home, but they all seem to think that we really are in this relationship without actually talking about it.
I mean he would tell me if he was fucking other people too.
Right? Like he would be informing me that especially since he’s choosing to not use condoms with me?
Fuck. I don’t know I seriously need to stop overthinking everything.
Maybe we can talk about it the next time we see each other.
I keep saying that every time and I never actually do, I’m afraid to pop the bubble we are living in.
Grabbing one of my long sleeve shirts, Rage’s faded Devil’s Chaos hoodie, my black leggings and brown cowboy boots with my knitted socks to go under them, I get dressed.
I have been stealing some of Rage’s clothes every time I am here and honestly he never says anything, so I really just go with it.
I don’t know what it is about men’s clothing and really being more comfortable than my own, but I’m starting to have a collection after months of doing this.
Once I’ve got my hair put up in a messy bun and dressed I grab my bag and stuff my clothes in it from last night. I head out of the room.
I am honestly thankful that this morning I am not being met with any of the club bitches as I am leaving his room.
It has honestly been the biggest fucking theme since I’ve started this thing with Rage.
They usually wait for me outside of his room, but it looks like they must be bored today.
Thank fuck. I do not want to deal with all of that today.
As I get to the common room, the hope that I had for a clean getaway is diminished.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” The bitch I have come to know as Tiff says.
I try to ignore her and keep walking, but the rest of Rage’s former conquests decide they also have nothing better to do and step in front of me.
“You realize you are not welcome here right? So why the fuck do you keep coming here? Rage is ours you fucking fat bitch.” says the other bitch Sin.
“Yeah, you stupid hoe. I’ve told you time and time again to stay away from my man. He and his big fucking cock are ours!” Kitty states.
“Can you move out of the way, I’d like to leave.” I say because honestly I do not want to fight with any of these delusional bitches.
I’ve talked to Peyton and Parker about the women at the club because if I am being truthful I have never in my life dealt with anything like this.
I never spent any time around MCs back in Texas, I knew about my daddy’s rules and I wasn’t going to break them then.
The draw now is really only for one biker.
I mean yes all these men are gorgeous it should be fucking illegal and honestly it is so fucking unreal, but there really only one biker that I want.
“No, we want to make shit real clear to you. Obviously talking to you nicely isn’t working, so we are going to try and send you a message another way.”
One of them says and honestly I am not paying attention to who is talking because I look over and see a woman who looks a lot like Peyton and her older sister Sophie walks out of the kitchen.
Then I hear a commotion coming from the hallway that I just came from.
I see Liza storming out of the hallway with a few club girls yelling and talking to her.
Liza looks like an expert at this point as she completely ignores the party of fucking stupid behind her.
“Rose, let’s get the fuck out of here. This is just ridiculous. We were brought here and now we’ve got these bitches acting like they have a claim over the guys that we were with.”
“That is because we do you stupid bitch! All the single brothers are ours! We don’t want any more fucking bitches coming in here and taking our cocks from us!”
“You don’t even know what men we were with you dumb bitch!” Liza yells back at one of the stupid bitches chasing after her.
“Well seeing as you came out of Dragon’s room it is a pretty safe bet that you were with him!”
The next thing I know the woman from the kitchen comes storming over and yells at the women screaming at Liza.
“HEY! You have no right to talk to anyone like that! Get your asses back to work! Stop harassing these girls that were brought here as guests! YOu have no right to try and run them out!”
Finally all of them huff and storm off to do whatever the fuck they were doing before they decided to come at us. The woman walks over to Liza and myself with a smile.
“Hey ladies, my name is Melissa. Do you know who you were with last night? Sorry if that comes off as blunt.”
I look at her and smile back and say, “Hi, I’m Rose, you’re Parker and Peyton’s mom right? We went to school with them, that’s where we met the guys. They met up with us at the club last night and we came here for the party after. I guess this is awkward, at least for Liza here,
since she was with Cane last night. I was with Caleb, or I guess as they go by at the club Dragon and Rage.”
I laugh when I see that Liza’s eyes are practically bulging out of her head.
“Um, hi, I’m Liza.” She then turns and looks at me, “We really should head home, I’ve got to get home to the boys.”
Melissa then says, “Well how about you guys have some lunch or something? Are Caleb and Cane still here or did they leave already?”
I think it really is funny how this woman calls these guys by their given names.
I only know them because of Peyton and Parker.
I don’t know about Liza, but Rage really has never had me call him by his given name and I was told that they do that for women they are serious with and want to make their ol’ ladies.
I’m trying to again not think too much into that.
“I believe they went into work already. At least Cane was not in bed when I got up. But I am unfortunately going to have to pass on the breakfast this morning because I really have to get home to my boys. It was really nice meeting you though.”
“You’ve got kids?”
“Yeah, Waker and Waylon, they are two.”
“Are they with their dad?”
I know that Liza’s boys’ dad is a mystery. She hasn’t shared that information with anyone, not even me and I’d like to think of myself as her best friend here. A lot of Liza’s past is a mystery, she doesn’t really talk about it much.
“No, their dad isn’t in the picture.”
She then turns to me and nods her head. I get what she is trying to say so I follow her towards the door.
“Thank you so much for the offer and it was nice to meet you.” We both holler over our shoulders.
As we are walking outside you can still tell Liza is a little pissed about the encounter we just had.
“I’m going to be fucking talking to Cane about that shit. It was ridiculous. You would think that those bitches would have a little bit more respect. If not for the men in the club at least for themselves. Shit, following another woman around and yelling at her. That’s fucking stupid.
If a man doesn’t want you get the fuck over it. Are those the same girls that always give you a hard time?”
“Yeah, but whatever. I’m not going to worry about it. As long as nobody puts their fucking hands on me, I could honestly care fucking less. Obviously they are butt hurt because Rage isn’t fucking them anymore.”
“Yeah I guess.”
With that we both get in our cars and head home. I know that I need to get ready because today my family and all my chaos crew from Texas is coming into town. I really do not know why, but I know this visit is going to be very fucking dramatic.