Page 3 of True Me

I’m pretty sure Kal has a crush on me. He’s always finding little ways to touch me and help out when I’m here to work. I don’t encourage him, but I’m not pushing him away either. Kal is a good guy even if he’s young. He’s sweet and everyone seems to like him. I think he’s related to one of the ol’ ladies, but I can’t remember which one at this point. Not much other than my grandma penetrates the thick fog that seems to surround me.

“I’m good, Kal. Thank you for asking. You can see if Reaper or the other guys need your help for anything,” I answer him, a fake smile plastered on my face as the door of the clubhouse opens and I look up to find Eagle walking inside, his eyes already glued to me.

Eagle is sexy as fuck. He’s well over six foot tall with brown hair. His body is full of muscles from working out and helping his club brothers on a daily basis. He doesn’t have many tattoos covering his body, but the ones I’ve seen are in black and gray with no color. I want to ask him why he’s chosen not to have any color decorating his body, but that seems like a personal question and I’m not brave enough to get more personal than we’ve already gotten. Today he’s wearing a tight black tee-shirt that shows every single ridge of his chest and stomach. His cut is on over his shirt with ink peeking out below the sleeves that look as if they’ll split with one wrong move. The jeans he’s wearing fit his body and show off his thick legs as he stomps his way over to the bar. A soft smile is on his face making his chocolate brown eyes soften even more than usual. They remind me of a melted chocolate bar you still want to eat knowing it’s going to make a huge mess.

“Rebel,” he says, his smooth, deep voice washing over my body and sending a rush through me.

“Eagle,” I return, averting my eyes as I go to set the glass I was drying on the counter behind me.

The glass drops out of my hand before I get to the counter and smashes against the worn, wooden floor at my feet. I immediately drop down to my knees and begin to clean up the mess. Eagle’s eyes are on me, the feeling of him watching me making the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention.

“You okay, Sweet Girl?” he questions me, his steps letting me know he’s coming behind the bar.

“I’m fine,” I respond, squeaking out when I’m suddenly lifted in the air and set on top of the bar with Eagle looking me in the eyes.

“You’re not fine, Sweet Girl. Even I know when a woman says she’s fine, it’s not the truth. You know Cash and I are here for you no matter what’s goin’ on. We’ve got you and always will,” he tells me, his voice barely above a whisper so no one else in the common room hears him as it starts to fill with members getting back from a long day at work.

I don’t bother responding to Eagle because he seems to see everything. Even those things you don’t want another person to learn about you. It’s what makes him such a great Vice President. Along with the fact that he’s typically such a level-headed guy with the patience of a saint. It’s rare for Eagle to get pissed and let that side of himself show. I’ve only seen it a handful of times and it’s not something I want to witness again if I can help it.

Tears fill my eyes as I watch Eagle clean up the broken glass and dump it into the garbage can before turning to face me again. He pushes my thighs apart and steps between them, wiping away the lone tear that manages to escape and roll down my cheek.

“What’s wrong with our girl?” I hear Cash ask as he steps up behind me and places a hand on my back.

The heat of his hand covers me like a shield as I look over my shoulder to find him as close as he can possibly get to me with the bar separating us. He’s the opposite of Eagle in most ways and I’m surprised the two men are as close as they are.

Cash has dark golden blond hair with the brightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. They always seem as if they’re shining or something with how bright they are. His skin is tan, making the ink covering his body stand out even more. Unlike Eagle, Cash does have colors in his tattoos. Bright and bold colors that catch a person’s eye no matter how they feel about tattoos. While he has muscles like Eagle, his body is leaner. He’s got more of a swimmer’s build that often makes people underestimate his strength. It’s something he’s learned to use to his advantage when he gets into a fight. The tee-shirt he’s wearing today is molded to his body under his cut though I can’t make out the ridges in his abdomen like I can with Eagle. His jeans show off his thick but lean legs as he steps back to move the stool out of his way. These two men have me all sorts of twisted up inside and I’m not sure what to do about it.

“I dropped a glass and it shattered. I was gonna clean it up, but Eagle stopped me,” I answer him as I’m surrounded by the two men who share a look over my shoulder.

“Woulda done the same thing,” Cash murmurs, nuzzling his face into my neck. He’s always more affectionate and touches me more than Eagle. Especially lately for some reason.

“I gotta get back to work,” I murmur, overwhelmed with the feelings these two are filling me with.

Images of them with me in bed fill my mind and I can feel my skin heating with a blush. An image of our bodies tangled together in the middle of a bed takes center stage. Our skin glistening under dim lighting from the sweat covering us while they both run their hands up and down my naked flesh, covering me in goosebumps from their light touches. Shaking my head, I look up into Eagle’s eyes to find him smirking at me as if he knows exactly where my mind is and what I’m picturing. One more reason these men are dangerous to my health.

Eagle backs up the slightest bit before placing his hands on my hips and lifting me from the bar to put me on the floor right in front of him, our bodies touching at multiple points. This is the first time Eagle has been this close to me at the clubhouse and I want him to wrap his arms around me and hold me close. To make me forget about my grandma and everything going on outside of these walls. My heart starts beating faster as my breath comes out in pants with his close proximity. Cash’s eyes haven’t left us as the feeling of him staring fills me like a soft caress. These men are going to be the death of me if something doesn’t happen soon.

After a few minutes, he finally backs up and gives me the space I’m desperately craving. I watch him walk back around the bar and take a seat directly in front of me and right next to Cash. They’re the only two men sitting at the bar right now as the tables around the common room start to fill up. I clear my throat and shake my head of the sexy images filling my mind so I can get back to work.

I’ve been working forseveral hours now and I can’t stop looking at my phone that I’ve left on the counter next to the taps. My mind is definitely not here since I’ve messed up so many damn orders for the guys. It’s like I’ve never worked behind a bar before. I even managed to give Reaper vodka, which he hates, instead of his usual Jack. He looked at me with worry as I took the glass back from him and got him the correct drink. I’ve managed to break five more glasses and overfilled Hawk’s beer when he came in to sit down for a few minutes. Everyone is looking at me with concern in their lingering gazes. Eagle and Cash haven’t left the bar for any reason and are watching every single move I make. It’s kind of unnerving if I stop to let myself think about it.

When I go to hand Savage a beer, I drop the bottle and it goes all over the place. Including all over the man with an outstretched hand waiting for it. My face pales as I drop to the floor in complete exhaustion while tears slide down my face faster and faster and my breathing comes out in short pants I need to get control of before I start to hyperventilate.

“Eagle. Cash,” I hear Reaper’s voice call out as if I’m under water. It’s muffled and feels as if he’s a million miles away.

“On it,” is returned as I sink into the despair and exhaustion consuming me.

I’m lifted into a pair of strong arms and know Eagle has me. He always smells of leather, oil, and the mint gum he chews on a daily basis. There’s just a hint of musk that’s all him and it fills me with a sense of peace and calm I don’t normally feel. Then Cash’s scent mixes in with Eagle’s. While he also smells of leather and oil, there’s the slightest hint of the cologne he wears daily. I’m not sure what it is, but I want to bathe in it. The two men surrounding me always smell so damn good.

Faintly, I hear a door open before closing a minute later. Eagle is whispering words of comfort I can hardly hear as I feel a soft mattress beneath me for a second before Eagle shifts our bodies around so my head is laying on his hard chest with one of my arms thrown over his stomach. Cash’s body moves in close behind me, tangling one of my legs between the two of his as he rests his hand on my hip. Neither man says a word as they hold me while I sob, covering Eagle’s chest with my tears as he strokes my hair and gently runs his fingers through the long strands.

“Talk to us, Doll,” Cash says, his voice almost pleading with me to open up for them.

“She’s getting worse,” I whisper, feeling as if putting the words out in the universe is going to alter what’s happening at home. “She was in so much pain this morning I found her sobbing and there’s nothing I can do to help her. I want to take her illness and pain away so she doesn’t have to suffer another second.”

“Sweet Girl,” Eagle says, knowing he can’t say anything more to change the situation or help me feel better about my grandma and what’s happening to her.

“What do you need us to do?” Cash asks, pressing a kiss to my shoulder as he moves in impossibly closer to me.

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