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“I have fresh clothes for you. If you’re needing to freshen up, you’ll need clean clothes.” He was right. If that was truly why I’d come in here, that’s what I’d need. I felt another wave of guilt for lying to him in this way.
My only option was to pull the door open a crack to accept the clothes, then I shoved the door closed, and flipped the flimsy lock. I put the clothes well out of the way, and then I set to searching the room for something I could use.
Razor blades. It was always a safe bet that men would have these in their bathrooms. I was glad he wasn’t one of the overly beardy men at this clubhouse, who probably never shaved in their lives. I actually really liked his clean shaven, slightly stubbly look.
He was darkly handsome, with rich brown eyes that burned with intensity. And… and his body… If I could go there, I’d want him every minute of every damn day. Before Dom, I would have. It was what I’d been building up to. Although I’d planned to take him again, and use him,my way.
“You okay in there?” Ryder called through the door, nearly making me drop the razor blade I’d just eased carefully from the box.
“Yeah. I’ll be a little while.”
I waited a few moments, and then turned the shower on, in the hope that he’d assume I was using it. Then I stepped into the cubicle, and sat down in the corner, where the water wasn’t hitting me fully, but would wash the blood away for me. I wasn’t looking to leave a mess for him to clean up, after all. I was simply looking for a way to make it all stop.
Ryder
Ihated her hidingfrom me like that, but she was also driving me fucking insane. I had one hell of a boner, and I couldn’t make her stay in the room with me while I was like that. In fact, I even knew a sure-fire way to get rid of it, so I wouldn’t scare her when she came back out.
I grabbed my phone, and dialled a number, waiting while it rang a few times. Come on, dickhead, answer.
“This better be good,”Ice grumbled, sounding like I’d just woken him up yet again.
Yeah, that was working just fine.
“Hey, brother. I just wanted to ring and thank you for everything you’ve done for me and Tori.”
He cursed, and I briefly felt bad for waking the poor bastard.
“Fuck’s sake. Is this your way of making sure I never get any fucking sleep?”
I lifted my phone away from my ear, and checked the time.
“It’s after ten, douchebag.”
He cursed again, and there was noise at his end of the phone, as he moved in bed.
“If you’re stroking your morning wood, don’t get off to my voice,” I muttered, getting a laugh from him for once.
“If this is your way of thanking me, you’re really shit at it.”
I wandered to the window, staring down into the yard, at the row of shiny bikes. Already I was picturing Tori on the back of mine, where she belonged.
“Yeah, I’m also sorry, brother. I’ve been an asshole since what happened, and we both know it. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
He snorted. “Wouldn’t be the first time.” I heard him running water, and realised he was making a drink. Good idea. I’d do the same.
The shower was running in the bathroom, so Tori was obviously getting as clean as she could, despite all the damn plasters dotting her skin. I tried not to think about her naked, because I was trying to keep my cock under control, after all.
“So… I guess you have lots of info on Tori, huh?”
Ice chuckled quietly. “And the reason for your call suddenly becomes evident.”
“No, I really did call to thank you, and all that crap. Although, I was also trying to get rid of a boner, and I knew your voice would help.”
“Asshole. Still, if it’s any consolation,you killed mine too.”
I smirked. I’d forgotten what it was like to just shoot the breeze with my family.
“You’re welcome.”
