Page 21 of Motorycle Daddies

I’m almost disappointed when we pull up to the clubhouse, the engine quickly shutting off. Probably not to alert anyone. I doubt there’s a whole lot of sleeping going on, but no matter the reason, I doubt they want anyone to see me this way.

Instead, I’m being led to the side of the building, to a door that blends in so well I can barely tell it’s there. It leads up a set of stairs. “Where are we going?” I finally whisper into the dark stairwell, Dart and Trap tight behind me and Grizzly holding my hand.

Grizzly stops and turns to me, reaching inside of his shirt and pulling out a string with a key tied to it. “My own personal entrance to my bedroom here in case I ever need it.” He flashes me a sly grin as the other two get even closer to me, so close that I can breathe in their mixed earthy and musky scents.

There’s a whole lot of man in this tight space, and my body becomes conscious of it.

I look down at Trap and Dart, part of me wishing Dart would say something or put his hands on me.

Instead, Grizzly pulls my attention back to him. “You’ll stay with me tonight.” He says it in a way that there’s no arguing his authority. Even I feel compelled to do as he says. This pressure he exudes is otherworldly.

He continues up the stairs without another word, my hand still in his. His grip is tighter now.

I go along with it as he leads me into his room, interested in where the rest of the night is leading. I have no expectations other than my safety, but I can’t ignore my curiosity about the Prez of an MC being so possessive with me like this.

He lets go of my hand and points to his oak dresser in the far corner. “Pick out a big tee to wear and some shorts. Then, go get yourself a shower. We know you’ve been through hell and deserve a few moments. Everything you need is in there, though the shampoo is probably a little more manly than you’re used to.”

I give him a look, opening my mouth to argue with the fact he’s ordering me around.

“Seriously, darlin’, you’re going to do this before you go into shock.”

I purse my lips and look down at what I’m wearing, recalling how it all got there. Everything becomes real again, and I start rummaging through his stuff. He’s right, whether I like it or not.

“Now, you two go downstairs, have a beer or two, and get your asses to bed. We’ll get on top of this Russian bullshit after she’s had some rest.”

I detect a soft growl from behind me as I find something I’m okay with and head to the bathroom. It’s the only protest Dart and Trap give before I hear the door slam behind them and I stop paying attention.

I shut and lock the bathroom door. Not that I think Grizzly’s going to come barging in and do anything to me—I just have a need to feel extra safe all of a sudden.

I practically rip the dress off, throwing it into the trash bin at the side of the toilet. The panties go too, and then the corset, which makes my fingers ache as I struggle to get through all the laces. As I put it in the trash, I detect a slight tremor in my hand and shake my head in disbelief.

“You okay in there?” Grizzly calls through the door.

I look up at the shower and realize I haven’t even turned the thing on.

“Yeah. Just trying to get this shit off!” I holler back, forcing my voice to be even.

I reach for the showerhead. It’s one of those fancy rain ones with an LED in it, and it slowly changes color from green to blue to purple and back again.

I take a deep breath and flip the light off, then grab a towel and washcloth from the linen cabinet and set them across the towel bar. I yank the curtain wide open and feel the water with my hand as I adjust it, sighing loudly as it gets really warm. Then, grabbing the washcloth, I get inside.

The tenseness in my body starts to melt away as the hot water pours over every inch of me. I didn’t realize I was wound up quite this tight until now. I’m still not ready to admit I’m in shock.

It seems so silly, and I judge myself and my bodily reactions, knowing how many of those girls and women went to men who are probably forcing them to do unspeakable things right now—women who might never be free.

Sure, I went through prep. It was traumatizing to think about what was going to happen to me. But a part of me knew I was saved the minute I saw Dart. So, why am I so damn upset right now?

My heart feels like it’s on a broken-down carnival ride as it speeds up and then slows when I focus on the water and my breathing.

Eventually, the water gets cool, and I get out, drying quickly and slipping on the tee and boxers I took out of Grizzly’s dresser. My hair is wet, but I scrunch the towel around it a few times so it’s not dripping when I leave the bathroom.

Grizzly’s on the bed, the remote to his big screen in hand. His cut’s off, and he’s gotten into a pair of baggy shorts. It’s kind of funny to see him this way, actually.

I focus on the amusement as I make my way to the bed beside him, sitting down and squirming my ass back up against the pillows stacked at the headboard. Grizzly places the remote in my lap, the Netflix logo shining at me from across the room. “Pick something to watch, and relax, darlin’.”

His voice is kind, but there’s a lustful glint in his eyes, and I can’t help but notice a slight bulge in his shorts. I quickly look away, trying not to blush as I scroll through Netflix for something familiar. I can feel his eyes on me the whole time, and I can’t tell if my little tremors are because of that or if it’s just the adrenaline that’s been getting me through my ordeal finally wearing off.

I pick a classic I used to watch as a kid, a funny black-and-white movie called Harvey. It feels particularly safe right now.

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