Page 21 of Sophia, Property of Tracker

“Um… jeans and a shirt.”

I rub my bottom lip with my thumb. “Not what clothes you’re wearing on top. I wanna know what’s underneath them?” I feel my mouth go dry, imagining her standing in just her underwear and bra.

“Oh… Ryan… I can’t tell you that.”

Her innocence blows me away. I love that I’ve gotten her all shy, and I can only imagine how red her face is with embarrassment right now.

“Tell me, baby? I need something to think about. I’m lonely over here.” And when those words leave my lips, two women come out of the clubhouse, drunk and laughing. They catch a glimpse of me, and one of them, who has brunette hair, walks over in a drunken state and yells, “Hey, honey, I haven’t seen you here before. Do you want your cock sucked?”

Quickly covering the phone with my hand, hoping like hell Sophia didn’t hear what she just said, I take off quickly around the corner of the building.

“Hey, I asked you a question.”

Fuck, she’s following me.

“Sorry, sweetheart, not tonight,” I reply in a soft voice, my hand still covering the speaker on the phone.

“Sophia, are you there?” I ask, hoping like hell that she didn’t hear her.

“Doesn’t sound like you’re lonely to me. Who is she? Are you already sleeping with someone else? I’m such an idiot. I thought… I thought… I thought you were different, Ryan.”

“Hey, let me explain… I don’t know who that was. She’s drunk. She’s from the clubhouse.”

“Yeah, right, and I’m supposed to believe that?”

I sigh. “I promise you, Sophia, I don’t know her. You know I’m at a motorcycle club. She’s a club whore, that’s all.”Fuck why did I say that?

“A whore?” she cries. “So you’re at a whorehouse? We had sex last night. Did that not mean anything?”

Running my hand through my hair, I attempt to calm myself down to try and explain that she’s overreacting. “Sophia, please. I promise you she’s just a girl that’s at the club. I don’t even know her.”

“I have to go. Bye, Ryan.”

“Wait… Sophia, let me explain.” The sound of the phone call ending comes through the speaker.

Fuck, she just hung up on me.

I redial her number, but it goes straight to her voice mail. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Hey, man, everything all right?”

I look up and find Hawke with a girl draped over his side. She’s clinging to him like a cat in heat.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I reply with disappointment laced in my tone.

“You know what, Ryan? You look lonely. Julz over there thinks you’re hot. She’s all yours tonight if you want, brother?” he asks, his thumb pointing to where she is standing. It’s the same girl who offered to suck my cock.

Shaking my head, I reply, “Thanks, but no. I need a good night’s sleep. I’ve had a long ride.”

Hawke reaches into his pocket, grabs a set of keys, and then throws them at me.

“What are these?” I ask, looking at them in my hand.

“They’re my room keys. Second door down the hallway. You can sleep in there tonight. I’m off to Becky’s.”

He looks to the side at Becky and gives her a deep kiss. She moans and grinds herself against the side of his body. She’s so hot for him right now, I’m sure she wouldn’t care if they fucked right here in front of me.

“Thanks, Hawke, appreciate this,” I reply, holding the keys up

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