Page 7 of Baby Me

I rubbed the center of my chest where it hurt in the best way to imagine it. If only she was something I could have permanently. The crazy thing was, I couldn’t picture the same peaceful moment with June in a similar scene. She was never one to enjoy a good story, unless it was of the gossip variety. She also wasn’t one to just soak in the peace of a moment. Everything had to be go – go – go with her. Somehow, I didn’t think that had changed much.

Chapter 3

Tripp

June tried to contact me numerous times over the next two weeks, including getting up the nerve to call the clubhouse looking for me. That was the only time I responded to her.

Tripp: Do not call my clubhouse again.

June: Please, Tripp. This is ridiculous. I wish you’d let me explain. It really isn’t what you were thinking. Barry even said he’d be willing to talk to you to clear things up.

I couldn’t believe this bitch thought that me talking to her husband would help the situation. Her husband being the key words there. What kind of fucked up situation had I gotten myself into?

“Fuck!” I groaned. The club was preparing for a big Halloween bash coming up and I didn’t want any part of their happy, holiday bullshit. Honestly, I just wanted to drown myself in the bottom of a bottle whenever I thought about what a mess I’d made of shit by falling back into things with June. I should have known better. Some people don’t change. We weren’t compatible back in the day, and it was exceedingly clear from her persistent messages and calls that we were still not meant to be.

I was fed up with the bullshit and lost in dreams of the peace I used to come home to when Kim was still alive. “Need a fucking drink,” I said to my empty room before I headed out to the bar to go grab a bottle to bring back. It wouldn’t be beer, though. A stronger bottle was the only thing that could quiet my thoughts and discontent.

I grabbed a bottle from behind the bar and was about to head directly back to my room when I felt as if someone’s eyes were focused on me. I turned to see Vina staring at me from across the room. Without any thought at all, I crooked a finger at her in invitation. She hopped up and moved across the space as if being reeled in by an invisible hook.

“You okay with this?”

“Of course.”

She nodded before I quietly guided her back to my room.

“Last chance to back out.” I turned to look at Vina as we reached the door to my bedroom.

“Why on earth would I do that?”

I shrugged. “Never had you back here before.” It was an admission I didn’t want to make. There were plenty of times my fantasies played out with Davina following me back or me bringing her to my room. She gave me an odd look, as if it was a common occurrence that I had other women back here instead of her. That wasn’t the case, and maybe I hadn’t phrased that well enough, but before the night was over, I would prove to her just how special it was that she got an invite into my private domain. Years ago, when I first took another woman, it was a club girl, one who was no longer with the club. She never made it to my room either. None of them had over the years. Not that there had been many times that I went there. Normally, if I picked up, it was a couple towns over so my exploits wouldn’t be thrown in my kids’ faces.

I let all those thoughts go as we walked into my room, and I shut the door behind us. The minute I had the lock engaged, Davina turned and ran her hands up my arms and over my shoulders until she pushed her fingers into the hair at the back of my head and scraped her nails across my scalp. I threw my head back, so it was lower, and she could reach more of it.

“Feels really good, sweetheart.”

“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable and let me take care of you. You’re always so tense with the weight of the club on your shoulders. Let me make it better for you tonight.”

“How are you planning on doing that, Vina?”

“I’m going to start out with giving you the best damn massage you ever had. We need to work out all this muscle tension and once your body is feeling good and loose, I’ll help you work out your other frustrations any way you choose.”

“Your first priority is taking care of me and making sure I’m not riddled with tension?”

“Yes.”

“Is that something you do for all my brothers?” Fuck, I regretted asking the question the minute the words left my mouth.

“No, it’s not. You look like you need it though.”

“It’s not required.”

Her slight shrug and the sweet smile she gave me made me want to turn the tables and pamper her ass instead. “It was just an offer. You’re free to say, ‘No,’”.

Like fuck that was going to happen. I removed my cut and then pulled my shirt off without saying a word to her. After I put them on my desk, I leaned down to take my boots off and then everything else I was wearing.

I nearly lost my focus when Davina began to strip her clothes away. When she was down to just her panties and bra, she moved further away until she ducked out of sight into my bathroom.

“You have any lotion, oil, or lubricant in here?” She called her question out without leaving the room.

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