I was beginning to until I noticed his eyes dropping down, checking me out. I crossed my arms over my nipples. God, I was glad I’d shaved for a possible romp with Jonah because the man’s eyes just went lower. His eyes gleamed and lips puckered while he admired my body.
“You’re a pervert. Why should I trust you?”
“Romilly, you don’t know me, but you know Locus. Now, I love my sister. She asked me to follow you yesterday. She had her reasons. You were in danger, obviously, and you’re still in danger until I figure out exactly what she was so worried about.”
“You mean to tell me, you’re keeping me captive?”
“Here.” He tossed his phone on the bed. “I’ve got to go. 1234 is my passcode. Call whoever you want. Just don’t tell them where you are.” He pointed to a door. “There’s the bathroom. Get cleaned up. Get dressed. There’s some clothes that’ll swallow you up over there in my duffle bag. And don’t you dare leave.”
Not two minutes after he left, there was a knock on the door. I’d only had time to put on a big shirt of his and take the elastic out of a pair of his shorts to tie it like a dress. I opened the door a crack. Delicious aromas came in first. Was that bacon? Behind the door was a real good-looking older man with a greying buzz cut. Only a few inches taller than me, I was practically eye to eye with his brown ones. Wearing a dirty apron, he’d been the one cooking. Under it, his sleeveless shirt showed off his own guns, smaller than Wrex’s vast muscles, and his own collection of tattoos. He held a flimsy grey Walmart bag out to me.
“I’m Papa,” he said, like that was a normal name. “Wrex said you might need some clothes. I wrangled these up from Nikki’s room, one of our sweetbutts here.”
Sweetbutts, there was that word again. Guessing it meant a tasty piece of ass, some sort of loose woman, I didn’t grab for the bag.
Papa pushed the bag into my hands. “They’re clean.”
Smiling, I looked inside to see nothing but black fabric.
“Thanks.”
“If you’re hungry, I’ve made some breakfast. You’re welcome to come and eat. Sit a spell out here and get some fresh air. I’ve got the windows open.”
Starved, I peeked out of the door to glance around him. Down the hall was a bar with a few men sitting on stools, their backs to me. Their leather vests had the same logo that was tattooed onto Wrex’s back. This was a motorcycle club alright. I could smell pot, this early in the morning.
“It’s too early to be crowded around here,” he assured me. “Just the early birds, me, Kitty, I mean Dirty Cat, and Clutch. We don’t bite… Not unless you want us to.” He winked.
I cringed, although it was clearly more of a dad joke than a come-on.
“Six, our pres is taking his breakfast in his office this morning, so he won’t be in your hair neither.”
“Is there coffee?”
He nodded.
“Do I have time to get cleaned up?”
“I’ll save you a plate.”
I showered, carefully scrubbing all my bruises and cuts and patting myself dry. A pair of panties and a bra were in the bag, but there was no way in hell I was going to put them on, clean or not. I did however slide on the skimpiest dress I’d ever wore. All black and shiny, it resembled a tube with two small sleeves. There were also a pair plain green flip flops, a bit too large for me. Pulling open the drawers of the vanity, I found a lady drawer. In it lied an unopened toothbrush, paste, tampons, deodorant, lotion, a hairbrush and ties. Pulling out the toothbrush and paste, I spied some condoms, Magnum XLs. I had no idea if this drawer had anything to do with Wrex, since he claimed he didn’t live here, but remembering him naked, he sure did need extra-large.
Why was I thinking about his big dick? Wrex was not my type at all, but I had enjoyed the view.
Back to the drawer, sticking my hand in, I dug deeper. My hand landed on a cock shaped wand. A fucking dildo and lube had been in the back of the drawer. Not knowing if it had been used, I felt like I needed another shower. Gingerly taking a scrunchie, I gathered my hair into a wet bun. I brushed my teeth and headed out for breakfast.
As promised, Papa had saved me a plate of delicious looking huevos rancheros with a side of bacon and fried potatoes. After taking in the room, which reminded me of a sports bar with a few televisions and a pool table, I took a stool at the empty bar.
Producing a mug that read, Bikesexual, I’ll ride just about anything, Papa poured me a cup of coffee. “You take it black?” he asked.
I nodded and asked for some ice.
“You like your coffee black and cold, just like some of these men’s hearts here. But not Wrex.”
It was real sweet he was trying to put in a good word for Wrex, but we weren’t involved. Catching myself before I explained as much, I smiled politely and asked, “What do you know about the big guy?”
Papa hesitated. “I know him well enough. But it’s not my place to tell.”
Cocking my head in defeat, I took my first bite of breakfast. It perked me up. “Mmm. This is good.” The ranchero was probably the best I’d ever had.
He slammed a bottle of whisky onto the bar. “Need that coffee fortified?”
“Sure.” I smirked, thinking of the wild time I’d had. If I drank much, I’d need a drink right now. If I’d gone to spring break with the girls I’d be drinking, some at least. That’s if we weren’t carded.
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