Page 64 of Irons

Not only was my entire soul taken over with fear, but I was sore. So sore it felt like someone fucked me with a baseball bat.

“Travis.” I managed to whisper, and he opened his eyes, which shot down to my boobs and he took a sharp breath before closing them again.

“Of course you have great tits, fuck Wrenly. Please tell me we didn’t fuck last night…please?”

I gulped then reached up to wipe a tear away. “I…I was filled with you. I mean, it came out when I lifted off you.”

His eyes shot open again. “I came inside you?” Panic set in and I could see it. “How the hell did I manage to get off if I was so drunk I can’t remember it? Oh God, shit! Are you okay? I didn’t…I mean, fuck please tell me this was consensual.” His voice broke on that last word.

“I’d say it was for me, considering the fact that you have love bites all over you and I was on top. I can’t remember either. Travis, this isn’t good. I can’t…I’m not on birth control.” My breath hitched and I was fighting a full on sob.

He looked around then picked up his t-shirt and sat up while he put it on me. Once he had that done, I looked around and only saw his clothes. “Where’s my clothes and where are we?” I crawled backward to get off him. My eyes caught a glimpse of his manhood, and I gasped. No wonder I feel like I was pounded by a Louisville Slugger. He quickly grabbed his boxer briefs to cover himself up.

“I’d say since there’s first aid supplies and towels, it’s the storage closet at the fight club.” He answered.

I wiped a tear away. “What happened to us?”

He scratched his head and looked around. “Jesus Christ I have the hangover from hell.” He then looked at me. “What do you remember?”

I tried to think through the foggy memories. “The chicken was great, and it paired well with the wine. We had dessert, then we had a few beers, but not enough to do all this to us. Drakos brought a few shots over to us, then Karaoke started. I remember laughing at Axton because he was drunk, then I woke up on top of you.” My head tilted. “Was Melissa riding Drakos around like a horse?”

All the sudden we heard someone yell out. “Clear!”

Another voice. “Check the closet.”

The original voice. “I am not opening another closet door! Fuck that! I’m the one that found Melissa with Drakos and Axton…fucking naked! My throat still hurts from screaming, and Bolton is great and all, but therapy won’t help this time. I need fucking bleach for my eyes! For God’s sake! Drakos had a tequila bottle up his ass and it wasn’t the neck of the bottle either!”

Travis and I looked at each other and our jaws dropped.

“Hey! Don’t go starting rumors, asshole. All the evidence suggests that Axton only jerked off.” It sounded like Creed.

“Yeah, I was the one that got to see that evidence all over his stomach! It’s still your turn to open the next closet door!” The other guy said.

Travis suddenly put on his jeans then threw me his boxer briefs. “You’re not taking chances, wear them.” It was an order.

“Ewe, I am not wearing your underwear.” I threw them back at him. “The shirt is too big anyway.”

He smiled down at me like he had something to say, then lost his smile. “Wrenly.” My name sounded soft. “He kneeled down in front of me. “I am so sorry. This is not how I dreamed of this happening.” He cupped my cheek. “I promise I’m clean and just so you know, if anything comes of this, we’ll be okay. I promise.”

I could feel my bottom lip tremble and the tears trying to burst through their barrier. I nodded and his eyes suddenly looked concerned. “I’m so sorry.”

I shook my head as I tried to fight my emotions. “It’s no more your fault than it is mine.”

He pulled me into him and held me. I loved Travis, and even if I was on birth control, I’d still be upset. It felt likesomething very precious was ripped away from us. Something we could never get back. “I’m just relieved it was with you.”

He kissed my head. “I feel devastated, like we lost something precious in this room.”

I nodded. “I feel the same way.”

“My God, Wrenly, you’re trembling.” He held me tighter.

Suddenly the door opened, and Travis jumped. “Get the fuck out!”

I looked up and saw Granger, whose eyes grew, and he quickly slammed the door shut. “I am not opening another fucking door!” He yelled out.

“Who is in there?” I heard Creed.

“Irons and Carlson.”

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