Page 66 of Irons

Granger and Creed looked at each other, like they were mentally arguing.

“Fine.” Granger spoke up. “You know how windows fog up when it’s cold outside but warm inside?”

“Yes.” Duh…

“He was found at the front entrance passed out. The word help was written on the window. He’s not quite sure what happened, so other than his hangover, he’s fine. They’re handing out IV’s for the dehydration at the medical center if you feel you need it.”

“How many of us are there?” Travis asked.

“Sixteen, but Stone and Rossi are the only ones we think didn’t have some sort of sexual experience. I mean, it was ecstasy, so there was a lot of petting and hugging going on, but since nearly everyone was naked it’s hard to tell. We won’t know until we have time to look over the footage.”

Travis growled. “Good you have evidence, just so we know who has to pay who child support in nine months.”

I let out a small sob and Travis jumped toward me to put his arm around me. “It’s going to be okay.”

I shook my head. “What if it wasn’t just you?”

His eyes grew. “Fuck.”

Granger snorted. “I bet I know where you can get some DNA tests for real cheap.”

Creed punched Granger’s arm. “What the fuck, man?”

Travis’s head quickly spun. “Do you think this is a fucking joke?”

So Wrong

Travis

Well, it officially took me one week to fuck up Wrenly’s life, and Granger thinks it’s funny. Fuck him!

“Come on, let’s go.” I took Wrenly’s hand, and we went to the emergency closet where I pulled out blankets and wrapped them around her, before I lifted her up in my arms and stormed out of that community center. I put her in my truck, then told her to wait there and not move. I ran back inside and grabbed her phone and clothes, the hell with the bra and panties.

“Travis!”

I turned and saw Morgan. “Is there any chance your phone is on vibrate? I’ve been calling it for the last hour…constantly. It’s not going to voicemail yet, so I don’t think it’s dead.” She had a shit eating grin on her face.

I finally let out a small chuckle. “You can be such a bitch to him.”

“What else are friends for? If he’s really lucky it’s milking his prostate.” She wiggled her brows. “A lot.”

I heard Creed erupt into laughter.

“That’s fucked up, Morgan.” I turned and marched straight out of that community center. When I hopped in thetruck, I looked at Wrenly. “Do you feel like you should go to the medical center?”

She wouldn’t look at me but stared out the window. She didn’t answer me and that worried me. If circumstances were different, I’d not suggest what I was thinking, but after she said that about me possibly not being the only one, it was on my mind.

“Wrenly, I’m sure it was just me and you, but just in case?” I asked and she sniffled.

“That medical center has nothing I need. Please take me home.”

Fuck that…

I started my truck, and we drove to my place. “Wait here.”

“Travis, what are you doing?”

I hopped out. “I’ll be right back.” I jogged inside and grabbed a clean set of clothes and jogged back out. The hell if I was going to let her stay home alone after what happened. As I drove, I had to push down the rage growing inside me. I didn’t even care that I was drugged, but drugging Wrenly was another story, fuck I wanted to kill Victor. When I pulled into her driveway, she hopped out. I quickly jumped from the truck then ran over to swoop her up into my arms. “It’s freezing and you don’t have shoes.” She didn’t protest but laid her head on my shoulder. She used her handprint to let us in, then I kicked the door shut behind us. I didn’t set her down until we were in the bathroom. “Get your shower first while I make some coffee.”

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