Right now? I just needed to forget the whole thing.
Chapter 6 Pagan
Lainey was gone. I knew as soon as my eyes opened, and I felt the cool sheets beside me. She either got spooked or she ran. It didn’t matter which one because I planned to arrive at The Crossroads and stake my claim.
It took a few seconds for me to remember I didn’t have a fucking ride. My bike was totaled and in the repair shop. I’d have to thank Grim for agreeing to fix it, and I hoped the final bill wouldn’t rob me of my savings. I had a future to fucking plan, and I needed the funds to move to Tonopah.
Yeah, I was fucking sticking around now.
But none of that helped me when I didn’t have a bike. I scrubbed a hand down my face, annoyed by the constant dull ache in my chest. It hurt to fucking breathe, and I was sick of the pain.
I slid from the bed and walked to the bathroom, turning on the hot water because I needed to ease some of the tension building in my shoulders. Once I stood under the spray, I let the steam roll over me, placing my palms against the tile as water cascaded over my head, neck, and upper body.
It felt good. Almost relaxing.
But without Lainey, I couldn’t shake the restless, agitated feeling that lingered. Did I spook her? Come on too strong? Was the sex too vigorous?
I didn’t hurt her even if I fucked her hard and deep, filled her pussy with my cum, and rutted her like a beast. She enjoyed it. There was no faking her response. She got off multiple times, and her pretty mouth begged for my cock.
She didn’t leave because of the sex.
I finished my shower and dressed, happy I dropped my shit in this room so I had all my belongings with me. Just as Iwas picking up my wallet and shrugging on my cut, someone knocked on my door.
Lainey?
I rushed to open it, frowning when I spotted that jackass Rael. He smirked. I started to shut the fucking door.
His boot shot out, stopping it from slamming into his face. I let him do it, somewhat curious about how and why he found me.
“The fuck you want?” I asked, getting irritated and skipping any polite conversation.
His lip curled on one side. “Thought you might wanna know that Snooki is back at home. The Crossroads,” he clarified.
He could fuck off.
Catching my pissed expression, he grinned. “She’s waiting for ya.”
I snorted. “She say that?”
“Not exactly.” He shrugged. “Grim wants to see you.”
“Kinda hard to go anywhere without my bike,” I growled.
“Yet you took a shower and got all pretty.”
I flipped him off.
“Goddamn, you’re crankier than me. It’s fucking fantastic,” he observed, slinging an arm around my shoulders. “Come on, honey. I brought you a gift.”
I shoved him away as he laughed, snatching my keys as I left the motel room and locked the door, shoving them into the pocket of my cut.
Rael strutted to the parking lot, gesturing to a motherfucking bicycle. A legit ten-speed.
Oh, he had jokes.
“Let me see your keys,” I ordered as I held out my palm.
“Why?” He knew. The fucker wasn’t dumb.
