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Layne said. “ We have decisions to make. Right
now, you have to take a shower. Come to my room. You can use my shower. ”
    The words made me warm over. I
loved it when Layne offered that sense of protection to me. I followed him down
the hallway. His room was the exact opposite of Talon ’ s. I could see Layne ’ s
door from Talon ’ s door. I
don ’ t know why but it had a
crazy feeling about it.
    Layne opened his door and ushered
me inside. He shut the door and locked it. For a split second, I caught myself
having a wild fantasy. One where Layne grabs me and throws me to the bed. As
hard as he could. So hard that it would hurt. But then he ’ d kiss every possible inch of my
body and there would never be the existence of pain again. Just pleasure. From
his mouth, his tongue, his body. His everything.
    But that wasn ’ t Layne ’ s style.
    “ You
have clothes? ” he asked.
    “ Of
course. My bag is still here, right? ”
    “ In
the closet, yeah. ”
    I opened the closet and my bag was
right where I left it. Part of me wondered if Layne would sneak a pair of my
panties and use them to pleasure himself. Thinking it made me blush.
    What the fuck is wrong with you?
    Such dumb thoughts to have.
    But I kind of knew what was wrong
with me.
    I wanted to be touched. I didn ’ t want to just be used. I didn ’ t mind getting fucked, but I
wanted to feel something with it.
    I grabbed the entire bag and
turned.
    Layne was inches away.
    “ Hey, ” I said.
    “ I
have to ride somewhere, ” he
said. “ I want you to come
with me. You don ’ t need to
linger around the clubhouse. ”
    “ Why
not? ”
    “ Because
I fucking said so, ” Layne
said. “ Got it? ”
    I backed down and nodded. There was
no arguing with Layne. He said what he had to say and you damn listened.
    He then pointed to the bathroom and
gave a nod. “ Hurry. ”
    I walked to the bathroom and
purposely left the door open. Face it, I was so horny, anything could set me
off. And the fact that Layne was the only man in this clubhouse that showed me
some kind of care and emotion, it was easy to feel like I loved him. I know I
didn ’ t love him, but it was
good to feel that way. It took away the distraction of who I was and where my
life was going.
    I stripped down to my bra and
panties. I then turned and walked from the bathroom. Layne stood at his bed,
his leather cut on the bed open. There was an array of weapons on the bed as he
was cleaning or setting them up. I don ’ t
know.
    “ Layne? ” I asked.
    He looked up, his eyes scanning my
body for a second. “ What? ”
    “ Towel? ”
    “ Yeah,
sorry. ”
    Layne walked to his closet. I
reached back and unsnapped my bra. I let it fall open. My breasts pushed
forward and I slid the bra to the floor. My heart was racing as I put my hands
to my sides.
    What are you fucking trying to
prove, Everly?
    I was soaking wet in my panties.
Between thinking of that picture of Talon on his motorcycle and being in the
same room with Layne, my body was on fire. Intensely on fire.
    Layne walked back to me. I met his
eyes with mine. I waited for him to look at my bare chest, but he didn ’ t. He tossed me the towel and I
caught it.
    “ Don ’ t use up all the hot water, ” he said.
    Layne was such a dick. But a
beautiful dick at that.
    Frustrated, I went back to the
bathroom and slammed the door. I stripped out of my panties, feeling them
clinging to my wetness. I got into the shower and let the hot water pour all
over me. I washed away the day before and the night with Gabel. At least with
Gabel, he was a one-two-come kind of guy. A couple thrusts and he ’ d be done.
    I washed my hair, my body, but I
couldn ’ t wash my mind. My
thoughts wouldn ’ t stop, so
I just had to live with it.
    I turned off the water and I opened
the shower curtain. There stood Layne with the towel in his hand. He had his
leather cut on and seemed bigger. I let out a scream and grabbed the towel. I
opened it and wrapped it around
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