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Authors: Rayne O'Gara

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Two pair of eyes catch my entrance from the table. One set green, one black. My arms drop from over my head and down to my sides as I look at the both of them with shock.

Oh shit.

No, no, no, nonononono.

They were supposed to be gone.

I can’t see them right now. Not calmly sitting in my kitchen drinking coffee, and Lord help me, half naked. Shirtless. So freaking tempting. Especially the hot way Wood is lazily gazing at me.

“We were about to wake you up. We have to head out but made coffee.”

I stare at Wood, not really comprehending his words. I walked right by the couch on my way into the kitchen. How did I not see their jackets as I passed?

“Not a morning person, huh?” Wood’s smile and softly drawled question sends panic spiraling through me. They are both really here right now. This can’t be happening. Not after everything I…after everything I let them do to me last night. Everything I did to them last night. No, they have to leave. In the light of the day it’s too much. To close to that something extra I felt last night.

“Why are you still here?” my words snap out hatefully. I want to call the tone back as soon as it’s out there. The lazy way their bodies rest in the chairs stiffen instantly. I don’t want to do this but I have to. Don’t I? Push them away before they get too close.

I harden my face before turning on my heel and stomp back into my living room, picking their discarded shirts off my floor and snatching their jackets off the back of my couch before stumbling right into Caveman’s chest when I spin around. I jump back from his touch in surprise but mask my face with revulsion I don’t feel. “Do not touch me. Go. Get out of my house.” Wood remarked last night on how I was prim, now I use that as a shield. My voice drips with icicles, I turn my nose up at them. God forgive me, I become my mother.

I hold my stare, but only barely when I glare from Cave’s assessing eyes to Wood’s hate filled raging ones. My stomach drops and I swallow hard. I never wanted to see this look on his face. Until his eyes scan my stiff body and catches mine again, they are cold. So cold and dead I feel pain and the coldness down into my very soul and my eyes start to sting. Only pure willpower keeps the tears from collecting.

Their things are ripped from my arms by Wood with an angry scowl on his face. “Do not ever fuckin’ touch my cut.” His words, so sharply spoken, cuts through me like a knife. I ignore the pain and raise a brow at his with a curl of my lips. I have to end this. I can barely take any more.

“Like I want to touch it or you ever again. One night stand. One. Night. You still being here defeats the whole experiment.”

“Experiment?” Oh shit. I didn’t think his person or his voice could become any colder. I am so wrong. “Just a cock to you. A night on the wild side. Then throw us out like trash when done.” His shirt is pulled over his head followed up by his cut or whatever he called it. I stay silent to his words screaming ‘no’ on the inside but feel the lash of each syllable. “Next time you want a fuck toy do the male population a favor. Stay the fuck home and save them from a lousy fuck.” I shake at his almost completely emotionless words, but when he walks past me to get to the door, his mumbled words have my knees almost buckle. “Hate wasting time on cunts like you.”

The door slams and a tear escapes to track down my face. His words hurt so badly. I wasn’t expecting that reaction from him. Caveman maybe, but not the happy laughing Wood. A sob tears away from me and more tears fall. A rustle of clothes and creaking of leather has my head snap up into the still staring, still intense eyes of Caveman. So caught up in my inner turmoil and self-hatred I have forgotten he was there.

Once his jacket settles over his shoulders, fitting his broad frame perfectly, he stops moving. Staring. Watching. Looking into my soul. Tearing my eyes away from him, I wrap my arms around myself and beg him for some mercy. Mercy I know in my core I do not deserve and never will. “P-please. Please leave.”

I keep my gaze focused on the hardwood floor in front of my feet and hold myself steadily up until he passes and the door shuts so much more quietly than Wood’s slamming of it seconds before. I finally let myself crumble to the floor when I can no longer here the rumble of his bike and let the sobs take over.

I did the right thing. I did the right thing.

Then why does it hurt so damn much?

Wood

 

“Fucking bitch!”

I shout the words into the wind slapping my face as I push my bike faster and faster down the highway, daring the cops to fucking try to stop me. What the fuck was I thinking this morning? I forgot how alluring it was to wake up wrapped up in the arms of a woman you thought was welcoming. Shit, years. Years I fucking kept away from bullshit like that. I fuck the bitch, I get gone. Ten years I’ve not stayed one fucking night with a woman. Not one. Until her.

What is it inside me that is so fucked up, I let my guard down with back stabbing, vicious cunts? I’m apparently hardwired only to want shit from those kind of women. I thought maybe Noelle was different.

Fuck!

Noelle, shit even just thinking her goddamned name brings her into full living color. Not the warm excited so fucking eager to please bitch my cock lived in last night, but the sneering in contempt side she showed us this morning. Two faced. Deceitful. Fuck I have had a lot of fucking pussy in my life, but not fucking once have I ever made a woman feel used in the way Noelle just fucking made me feel.

I woke up feeling fucking good. A good that hadn’t settled in my bones so deeply in a long motherfucking time. Fuck, she matched me in everything I threw at her last night, even came up with a few on her own that shocked even me. I lied about the lousy fuck, of course I did. She doesn’t need to know that even pissed way the fuck off at her, I still crave that wild pussy. I made her fucking coffee. Had words with Cave about seeing her again. Me! Wanted a double tap. Never fucking happens like that. Her face when she realized we were still there, a sweet startled look that turned into pure ugliness. Then that bitch while kicking me out touches my fucking colors? Then turns her nose up at my family? The same cock she sucked and fucked freely the night before made her sick to her stomach in the bright harsh light of day. Two faced bitch. Just fucking like Sara.

I need to get to the clubhouse. A bottle of Jack and a go round. Cave better be right the fuck behind me because I need bare knuckles and no one gives a better challenge than that motherfucker.

Chapter Five

 

Noelle

 

The Tylenol scratches my throat as I swallow the small pills dry. My headache will soon be classified as a migraine if I can’t get a handle on it. I need to go lay down in the dark for a bit, but the hardware stores financial books scattered over my backroom desk demand my time. Normally I don’t have an issue with numbers, sometimes they calm me, but today they are all blurring together in a jumble of black squiggles. I can’t concentrate.

Guilt is eating away at me. Two weeks of my normal routine, of every day-to-day life has passed. Sleep, eat, work, watch my favorite nightly shows, and repeat. And still I can recall their upset faces from my hatefulness like I spouted it out a minute ago. The problem of not wanting to see them again was well taken care of, but damn. Did I have to be such a bitch? My emotions were running so high at the time. I know that’s not a good enough reason to say and act the way I did, and I hate myself for it. Constant replaying of that morning has been haunting me. Proving that my mother may be dead, but her legacy of nastiness and insults is alive and growing inside me. To embrace her nature, something I swore to never become, and hurt scary but good men only for selfish reasons was, is, killing me.

First chance that I find I am apologizing to them for my words and actions. They hate me. Oh I very much know that they hate me and never want to see me again, but if I ever see one or both of them and I can grab just a second of their time, I am saying sorry. I still cannot have them in my life, can’t have anyone in my life beyond what I have already given, but they need to hear how sorry I am for acting that way.

That night together was incredible. They didn’t do anything wrong and I treated them like a nasty bug I stepped on and had to scrape off my shoe. I will apologize. I will hopefully lessen some anger and if I’m lucky they can one day forgive the dumb bitch I was, if they haven’t forgotten about me already.

A wave of sadness washes over me to settle like a stone in my gut at that thought.

Stop it.

Do not go there.

It makes no sense to feel so depressed when thinking of them forgetting all about me, especially after what I had done. If it was me I would try to push that awfulness so deep in my psyche it would never again see the light of day. So why when I think of them doing the same with memories of me does it hurt so badly?

I shake my head, hoping to throw away my thoughts. Placing my ear buds that are attached to my phone into my ears, I start up my playlist. I relax into the slow intro of “Human” by Christina Perri, but soon start to tear up at her lyrics.

It’s going to be all right soon. I will apologize. I will one day be able to swallow my guilt. And then maybe look upon our time together with a smile instead of a tear streaked face.

My headache starts to, finally dissipate and I look back to the somewhat sorted numbers on my desk. I have a job to do, then I can figure out a way to approach Wood and Caveman. I silently send up a prayer to any deities that may be listening at the moment that I will get my chance to set things right.

Caveman

 

I’ve lost my mind. That’s the only reasoning behind why the fuck I am parking my bike outside of Cruze Hardware Store. The bitch is fucking haunting me. Last night was a goddamned joke that turned into a disaster. All I wanted was to wipe her from memory just like the rest of them. All of them so easily forgotten. A distant memory as soon as their door slammed shut behind me after taking my pleasure. So what was it about that feisty blonde that caught me by the short and curlies and won’t let go? Shit I tried last night. Went to Road Hogs with a few brothers. Scoped the place. Wound up in one of the backrooms with an eager redhead with tits for fucking three of my handfuls and the juiciest looking nipples. Her cunt gushed on my fingers and the feel of her nails scoring my arms hardened my dick. I watched her quickly roll the condom onto me, us both ready for a fast hard fuck, but when I looked up into her face as I fisted myself inches away from her drenched hole, her green eyes changed to brown. Her huge heaving breasts shrunk to the perfect handful. The bitch in front of me changed shape into Noelle.

What a mindfuck.

After that bullshit, my cock hardened even more in my hand, eager to take what it desperately wanted, the only fucked up problem was when the bitch started moaning for me my stomach turned. Pulling up my jeans, I painfully tucked my junk back into place and beat leather out of there. Noelle’s grip on me is so fucking tight, I can’t even get my dick wet with some random pussy.

After kicking us out and saying that shit to Wood, I was ready to almost strangle her myself. Just because we wear leather and prefer the freedom of a Harley instead of a car doesn’t mean we don’t fucking feel anything or we aren’t an actual person. She went all upper crust blue blood on us and I was ready to say my own piece, until that fucking tear fell. Until I witnessed her almost collapse at her own actions. On the ride back to the clubhouse where I knew Wood would be heading, I replayed everything that morning, from her entrance into the kitchen till the broken sobs I heard after shutting the door behind me. The truth was hidden behind the well-played act. Her honest reaction to seeing us there, shock then fear. Panic in her eyes before grabbin’ up our shit. Shock when she touched me before dropping the mask. Each flinch of her eyes and twitch of her hands right before she spouted off that bullshit like it hurt her to say it.

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