Page 32 of Skyla

“Skyla, fuck.”

I woke to my own moaning, the orgasm I’d been about to have in my dream gone. “I am going to murder you,” I said to my own brain. I was being cockblocked by my imagination, and that wasn’t okay. Because now I was wet, horny, and awake. I was still angry, and all my vibrators were still at my house.

One look told me Maggie was already gone. Once I had my phone back, I’d make sure she’d been taken to work. After yesterday, I didn’t put it past the Legion to go after things and people who were important to me.

Puff no longer slept beside me, instead curled up in the hollow of my shoulder, right on my pillow with me. Pure, unbearable cuteness.

At least I hadn’t crushed her in my sex-fueled dream.

The dream where Delta had followed up on his taunting with the cage. And each of them took their turn. Inside the bars and outside of them. Up against them or spread out on top. Their tongues on my tits and between my legs, making me feel things I’d never even come close to feeling in real life.

I groaned and threw an arm over my eyes.

What the hell was I going to do today?

What the hell didtheydo all day? I wasn’t familiar with the daily schedule of a motorcycle club. Especially one that ran a business.

Kramer.

There was something I needed today. It wouldn’t wait. I needed to hear it from him.

Slowly, I stretched and got out of bed, feeling surprisingly rested, given everything. When I left the bedroom, there was a note slipped under the door. A single sheet of paper folded in half.

If you wake up early enough, you are free to join us for breakfast downstairs in the dining room. If not, Grave and I would like to see you at 2:00. Meet us at the clubhouse.

—Silver

What was early enough?

It was only ten. I didn’t think the guys were necessarily early risers. Downstairs?

I went back into the bedroom and stifled a laugh at Cream Puff fully stretched out on her back, fluffy belly exposed and wings looking like they were nearly broken underneath her.

There were clothes in here, and a frankly ludicrous amount of lingerie. I found a pair of sleek black leggings that had a bit of sheen to them. They fit perfectly. Of course they did. If there was one thing I didn’t doubt, it was that the guys had been watching my body with intimate knowledge.

But while I did feel better, I wasn’t ready to excuse everything this morning. So I grabbed a hoodie. It was too big and hung down around my thighs, but was cozy. The scent clinging to it made me freeze.

That rich, earthy scent that rose after it rained, followed by with a hint of smoke in the breeze. I knew that scent. It was Grave’s scent.

I glanced back to where I’d grabbed the hoodie and noticed there were five of them. All a little different, all too big for me. Leaning in confirmed my suspicion. These weretheirs. Each of them held the scent unique to them.

My heart warmed and my eyes pricked with emotion. How long had these been here, waiting for me? Everything Mags said last night makes sense. None of it was my fault. Theyhadsaved me in a situation where there were no other good options. It didn’t mean I was just going to abandon my anger, but both she and Silver were right. I could be trapped in the Blazing Legion clubhouse right now, having god knows what done to me.

I don’t know why I half-expected the door not to open. It had opened every other time I’d answered the door, and they weren’t keeping me prisoner. Still, walking out of the apartment for the first time felt…

Instead of waiting for the elevator, I took the stairs down one floor and emerged in the lobby, and there it was. A door I hadn’t noticed yesterday. This had to be where the dining room they referred to was, right? If it were in a different building, Silver would have given me directions.

The hallway past the door was just as nice as the lobby, and led to the right, away from the direction of my apartment. A huge, cushy living room branched off to one side, and another room with the biggest TV I’d ever seen. Further down, with the scent of amazing food, was a dining room. I spotted a gym through another door. This place was amazing. It didn’t look like it got used often, but it was beautiful.

A long, dark table filled with a breakfast spread stood in the bright dining room, windows looking out to the woods behind.

Grave sat near the head of the table, scrolling on his phone, but he looked up when I came in. No words, but his face softened when he saw me. For Grave, that was about as loud as shouting ‘good morning.’

“Hi. I got Silver’s note. I didn’t know if I was too late.”

He gestured to the food with a smile and nodded. It did look good. I walked past him, and he stiffened, turning to me and locking on to the fact I was in his hoodie. His hand reached out and grabbed mine.

“I didn’t know they belonged to all of you until I put it on. It smells nice.”

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