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He thrusts up into me and stills as he empties into me, his hot seed warming my insides. I collapse on his chest, trying to catch my breath.

“Damn, that was amazing,” Grizzly murmurs into my hair.

“Yes, it was,” I say in reply.

It isn’t long before he’s snoring beside me, and my mind is racing. I can tell that Grizzly is getting serious about me, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. This is only supposed to be sex and fun, not anything else. At least, not yet anyway. I slide out of bed and grab my clothes. I can’t stay here, and I’m not sure I want to. I get dressed and leave the room, hoping he doesn’t wake up. I manage to get downstairs without being noticed and order an Uber.

I need to stay away from them for a while so I can think straight and figure out what’s going on with the way I feel. I know I’m running, and if they figure it out it might hurt them, especially Grizzly, but I have to figure out if serious is what I want to be when it comes to them. I just hope they let me have the space I need.

That isn’t likely to happen, and I know it.

And the worst part is, I kind of like knowing they won’t let me run very far.

25

TRAP

It’s been days since the incident on campus and Grizzly’s meltdown. Meredith has done her best to stay away from the clubhouse, and I haven’t been able to catch a glimpse of her on campus either.

I still come and watch to make sure everything is going smoothly, but it irritates me that she’s done her best to stay away. I know it has to do with something that happened between her and Grizzly, but he hasn’t been forthcoming with the details so I’m not exactly sure what happened. I know I’ve got to do something to get her attention—it’s been so long since I’ve had her that I feel like I’m going through withdrawals.

I catch a glimpse of her coming out of one of the buildings, and I make my way over to her quickly before she can go into the next door. Her eyes widen as she sees me.

“Hey, stranger, it’s been a while. Are you too busy to come hang out with friends?” I ask her with a grin on my face.

I’m starting to realize what’s been going on with her, and I need her to know that it’s okay. I know Grizzly can be a lot, and sometimes he’s overwhelming.

“Hey, Trap, it’s good to see you. I’ve been pretty busy with classes and homework. How have you been doing? How are the rest of the guys and Harlow?” I ask as I juggle my class books in my hand.

“Everyone is doing good, missing you though. When are you gonna come around again?” I ask her, watching her face as she hears my words.

“Oh, I don’t know, I’m gonna be pretty busy with classes for a while so it could be a bit before I come back around there,” she tells me with a nervous giggle.

I can tell she’s not being honest with me about something, and it bothers me. I decide not to push her, because she’s already so skittish I don’t want to push her away even more. We talk a little more and then she heads off to her next class. I watch her as she walks away, and I know something is definitely up with her.

Part of me is tempted to ask Grizzly what the hell happened between them the day of the incident, but I know it’s really none of my business. It might not even be something I want to know about.

This whole sharing a woman dynamic is very new and different for me, and I’m not sure how I’m going to continue to handle it. The thought of anyone else having their hands on her makes my blood boil, but I know I have to tolerate it because it’s what she wants.

I decide not to push her too much, and I head away from the campus. She needs space to deal with whatever’s going on in her head, I realize that. But I also know that I have to try to get her to understand that she can trust me, and she can trust the others too. She’s going to have to talk to us about how she’s feeling at some point, and I know it might not be something I want to hear.

Even though I try to stay away, I end up showing up to campus more over the next few days. I text her during class, hoping for response, but most of the time I don’t get one. I sit on my bike at the edge of the parking lot directly in front of one of her classrooms, and I can see her through the window. She’s looking straight ahead, and I know she’s listening to the professor give the lecture for the day. I text her:

Come for a ride with me, baby. I’ll take you places you’ve never been before.

I hit send and watch through the window and smile when she looks down to read my message. I watch as she looks out the window and for a moment, I think she sees me. A few seconds later, my phone chimes with a message from her.

I’m in class, Trap. I need to concentrate. Please don’t text me. I can’t go for a ride I have things I need to do.

I can tell she’s fighting to keep her concentration as she takes glances at the window. I can tell it’s going to be hard for me to entice her to come back to the club, but I know I have to keep trying. If I’m feeling like I’m having withdrawals, I can only imagine what the other two feel like. I send her another text message, but she doesn’t answer. I continue watching her through the window and wonder how long things are going to go on this way.

Why are you avoiding us, baby girl? I know you like the things we do together. Why are you trying so hard to stay away?

By the expression on her face when she reads my text message, I can tell that I’ve finally gotten her attention. I still don’t get a response, but I chalk that up to her being in class. I’m sure she’ll find a way to talk to me after her class is over. She looks out the window, and this time I know she sees me as her eyes go wide. I watch as the professor dismisses the class and everyone stands from their seats, leaving the classroom. My heart starts to pound in my chest as I realize she’s going to be coming out of the building and probably over to me.

When she walks right past me and pretends like I’m not even sitting there, I know things are bad. She’s playing a game with us, and it’s a game she’s going to lose.

I don’t want to have to tell Grizzly what’s going on with her, because I know it’ll hurt his feelings. I’ll only tell him if I can’t get her to see our point of view. Of course, that would be easier if I knew what took place between them the night of the incident, but neither one of them are willing to talk about it. I try to catch up to her, but she’s walking too fast and enters a building before I can catch her.

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