Page 19 of War's Witch
Licking my dry lips, I watch as he struggles in his dream, which is now looking more and more like a nightmare.
Hearing him mutter another woman’s name in his sleep after he fucked me senseless twice, makes being in this room stifling. It is suffocating being here with him while he dreams of her while in bed with me.
I clear my throat, pushing down the emotion that is clogging it. Slipping from the bed, I gather my clothes.
Slipping on my dress, I gather my belt, panties, and torntights, before slipping my feet back into my shoes. My hat is somewhere out in the main room— one of the brothers stole it, wearing it while he danced around the room.
Making sure to pick up my bat-shaped clutch, I step to the door, ready to leave. My hand reaches the door handle when I hear him again.
“Stay with me.” I look over my shoulder, my throat tight from emotion again, and I can’t wrap my head around why I feel like this.
I go to speak, but then he speaks again, and it hits me: he is still asleep and not speaking to me.
“You will always own my heart, Lil baby,” he says almost on a whisper, then his body settles like the dream has faded.
I sniff, licking my lips, before turning back to the door and slipping out, gently closing it so the click does not wake him. I cannot be here when he wakes up. His dream is either going to have him feeling guilty and in turn, take it out on me, or he is not going to remember, but either way, I can’t be here for the fallout.
The music has since died down, and thankfully as I tiptoe to the main room, I see that that the room is empty apart from the sleeping brothers and club girls. One man is on the sofa in just his cowboy chaps, his dick and balls out for all to see, a girl sleeping with her head on his thigh.
One brother is on the bar naked as a jaybird with a chick sleeping between his legs. She is in for a surprise when she wakes up.
Reaching the outside, the Vegas heat hits me like a slap to the face with a hot towel. I suck in a breath, then shiver. Fishing my phone out of my purse, I see a few texts from the girls all saying that they had gone back to the hotel and that Lottie and Taya explained that I was safe with War.
Looking around, I see a man standing down by the gate. Ihead for him, hoping he can help me get a ride back to my hotel, or let me wait with him until an Uber gets here.
“You good there, darlin’?” he greets me.
“Yeah, just need a ride back to my hotel.” He nods and pulls out his phone, and after a few clicks, he smiles at me.
“Got a ride coming for you. Should be here in a few.”
“Great. Thank you.”
He nods in acknowledgement to me, then takes a pull from his beer.
“I take it you had a good time tonight. The Kings know how to throw a party. Did we leave an impression on you?”
His question catches me off guard, and I do not know why. I mean, we came here to party, to have fun and yeah, hook up, but my skin feels hot and tight at his simple question.
Damn, hot bikers.
“It was great. Plenty to see.” I give him a tight smile; he either doesn’t see that it is forced, or he is a good man and ignores it, not pushing me.
“Definitely plenty to see. Some nights get fucking wild. I can’t wait to become a patched member to join in and get some of that free pussy that runs around in there.” He looks at the club with a dreamy look in his eyes, then he blinks and remembers that I am standing here.
“Oh shit. Sorry, I shouldn’t speak of women like that.”
“No harm done.”
“I mean, once the brothers find someone they want to claim, they are like a dog with a bone and will not stop until they get her, or him in Intel’s case,” he explains.
“Well, no one will be claiming me so you are fine.”
He nods, and thankfully he says nothing else. We wait in silence for the car to arrive. I hate the silence as it gives me time to think about what I just walked away from.
A part of me is now thinking that I should have stayed andasked War about his dream, but the other part is screaming for the car to hurry up so I can get as far away from here as possible.
Finally, the car arrives, and the prospect lets me through the gate.
