Finley
My body feels used and abused. My thighs ache every time that I move, and my shoulder hurts when I lift my arm. I am sure when I look in the mirror there will be love marks on my chest and thighs.
I am not even a little bit mad.
The bite mark that is already forming a scab on my shoulder might be harder to explain. Thankfully, I don’t plan on anyone seeing it. I will be able to cover it up with a shirt until it heals but if it scars I might have a problem.
After several hours of my body being taken every way that is possible, we cleaned ourselves up, stripped the bed, and fell asleep in a pile of bodies.
Scar behind me, Pyro in front of me, and Bell used the inside of my thigh as a pillow and made himself comfortable between my legs.
The room smelt more like sex than the bar, but it was also covered with Scar’s coffee, Bells musk and leather, and Pyro's clean laundry. It might have been as close to heaven as I will ever get.
If it weren’t for the lingering scent of sex on my skin, I might not have showered again before leaving this morning. I wouldn’t have minded smelling like the guys for a little bit longer.
I managed to get out from between them and sneak back to my room for a shower, and I have purposely been avoiding looking in the mirror. I soaped my body several times and wash my hair twice, then I just stood in the hot water until it starts to run cold.
With my back to the mirror, I use an antiseptic wash to clean the bite and a large bandage to cover it up. The mark is right where my tank top strap is going to sit and I don’t want to irritate it any more than it already is.
I pull one of the only t-shirts left out of the closet knowing that the full coverage for my shoulder is going to be needed, and a pair of comfortable joggers. I turn toward the full-length mirror and make sure that any marks that could have been on my body are covered. When I am satisfied, I slip on my tennis shoes and grab the bags that have been packed for days off the floor in the corner.
I can get a key to my dorm at 9, and it's going to take me over an hour to get to the campus. Even before last night I was planning to leave early this morning, I have several things that I need to do before classes start and I don't want to delay. I look around my room one last time to make sure that I have everything and back out into the hallway, bumping into someone before I even get my door shut.
“Sneaking out… Not cool.” Bells tisks in my ear.
He is so close that I shiver and step away from him as quickly as I can.
I make sure to check the hallway around us before I say anything, no need in risking anyone overhearing and reporting back to my father, “You knew I was leaving this morning. Keeping me up all night wasn't very nice.”
“Yes, but trying to leave without saying bye is rude. Worried that you wouldn't leave if you didn't run? Also, you did get a warning before anyone touched you, if you didn’t want to be kept up all night, you could have said something”
His voice alone is enough to make my thighs tense and my very sore pussy clench at the thought of all the things they did to my body last night.
I push past him and walk down the hall toward my father's office. Several days ago, he clarified what time I was leaving so that he knew he would be awake, his office is always the first place I check.
If he isn't in there he will be in the kitchen, which is in the same direction.
Bell matches my stride and takes the bags from me without saying anything else. He hauls them much easier than I had been and suddenly I am grateful that he decided to ambush me, my body is too sore to be lugging those across the club house. Before we can make it to my dad, Scar and Pyro join us. Scars' face is blank, but Pyro looks like he is struggling to keep his words to himself.
Out of the three of them, Pyro is never the one to keep his mouth shut. I knew there were things that he wanted to say after Bell made me admit what I did last night, but he held his tongue then too. I wonder how long he will be able to before it eats at him, and he flies off the wall?
Maybe I should go ahead and press him for it now before it makes him madder. Well, not right now because we don't have the time to get into it, but when I get to campus or while I am driving. Letting it boil is only going to make the fallout worse.
Scar raises his hand to knock on my father's door, but I push him to the side and walk in. Walking in without an invitation has left me seeing many things that no child should ever see but it hasn't stopped me from doing it.
The one time that I walked in to find a man bleeding out on the rug though, that one made me hesitate.
The next day I knocked, but still didn’t wait for him to answer. The room was clean, and the rug was gone, we never spoke of it again.
When my father realized that I wasn't going to be knocking he stopped bringing women in here—thank god!—but it didn't stop him from taking meetings or handling business when it needed to be done.
If he is in a meeting and I walk in, he always stops what he is doing and gives me his full attention. I have always thought of it as a show of power–that he is willing to stop a meeting and deal with whatever I’ve barged in for–I don't know if it's his power or mine but either way it's power.
That is how I met Javier Rojas for the first time. I barged into pops office to ask if one of the guys could take me to town and the two of them were sitting on the couch. When my father introduced us, Mr. Rojas laughed and said that his daughter is the same way. Said the two of us were going to run the world one day with balls like ours.
If we were royalty then one day, I would have his place, and the power would still be mine, even though the MC respects women above all else, there still has never been a female president. Hell, I will never even have a say in anything that the club does, but honestly, that's okay. It means that I can leave if I want to.
That’s exactly what I am doing.