Trix
SLAMMING MY hand on the snooze button, I do my best to go back to sleep. The solid weight beside me keeps me from being comfortable enough to get the extra ten minutes I need. Rolling over in bed, I stare at the guy sleeping next to me. I take a minute to study his whisker-free face and wavy blonde hair, wondering what the hell I ever saw in him. He’s sweet, sometimes too damn sweet. He’s also cute, in a pretty boy kind of way, but that’s really the issue—he’s a boy, not a man. Hell, he doesn’t even come close. If there is one thing I learned growing up as princess of the Satan’s Revenge MC, it’s that whoever I end up with has to be a man.
Sometimes, I wish I had just stayed at home. Whenever some snooty little bitch wrinkles her nose at me, or some frat boy tries to grab my ass, I wish I would’ve listened to Dad and just stayed where I belong. I love school, but I don’t fit in here any better than I did back in high school. I’m still the biker babe every guy thinks he can fuck and every girl snubs. I will always be biker trash, even if I have more brains and more money than half the people at school.
I really thought things would be different if I went away to college and got away from the clubhouse. I didn’t go far, just to Knoxville. A three-hour drive and I’ll be back in Nashville; twenty minutes later and I’m home. He wouldn’t let me go any further, no matter how much I begged.
When I realized things were the same here as they were at home, I came up with a plan and followed it. I said to hell with college parties and worried more about learning all I could. Now, all I have left are my finals and graduation. When it’s over, I know I’m gonna miss living in the city and having everything just a five-minute drive from my dorm, and I’m gonna miss the freedom of being away from the club. That’s all I’m going to miss, though.
The snooze alarm goes off again, bringing me out of my thoughts. Turning over, I reach out and shut the clock off, then flip back on my side and give Jacob a shake. “We gotta get up.”
“Just five more minutes, Trix,” he says as he rolls toward me and flops his arm around my waist. “I wanna snuggle with you.”
My eyes roll, but I stay still for a minute, giving him what he needs. Lately, Jacob has ended up in my bed more often than his own. He’s edging toward dangerous territory—relationship land—and that’s not gonna happen. I decided to give up the whole boyfriend thing a long time ago; the one and only time I tried, my heart was broken.
Everyone in town knew my dad, so the local boys were afraid to talk to me. Any that decided to try only did it because they were using me to get into the club. I learned that the hard way when I was still in high school. It’s a lesson I’ll never forget.
My first and only boyfriend acted like he was interested. He would turn up everywhere at school, waited for me in between classes, at lunch, and after school. He even tried to walk me home a few times. I got kind of used to the attention, and have to admit it felt nice at the time. It didn’t take me long to realize he was more interested in the club than me. His constant questions about Satan’s Revenge taught me that.
My dad figured it out before me, but he didn’t say a word. Later, he told me it was a lesson I needed to learn early. He said I needed to toughen up and figure out the difference between friend and foe on my own. His harsh words broke my heart again. But he fixed it the next day, when he had a little ‘chat’ with the boy. The kid never spoke to me again. Hell, he never even looked at me, nor did any of the other boys at school.
Then there was Boz, the man I still crush on. He fills my dreams and still stars in all my sexual fantasies. I haven’t seen him in four years… not since the night we almost got together. His club doesn’t come around Dad’s clubhouse anymore. Hell, I stuck to the clubhouse after the party, but no one even mentioned the Grim Bastards. It was like the whole incident never happened.
Nothing ever came of Boz’s father’s death, either. Boz just loaded his body into a van and rode away. When I finally got the nerve up to ask Dad about it, he simply said it was ‘club business’. From what little I did gather, I don’t think they are enemies with my father’s boys, but they definitely aren’t friends. I guess that animosity was more important to him than our stolen moments together.
Jacob’s hand finds my breast and gives it a little squeeze. “I love waking up with you, baby.”
I can feel his hard cock pressing into my stomach, but I ignore it. Dealing with him and his dick is the last thing I want to do this morning. Jacob and I met last year. He has the same major so we have had a few classes together, but I didn’t take much notice of him at first. This semester, we both have Investment Management. Somehow, we got assigned together when we had to have partners for a class project, and surprisingly, we got along great.
As time passed, our studying ended up leading to dinner. Then, he finally asked me to a movie. I hadn’t been out with a boy since the dickhead in high school, so I figured what the hell. We continued to study together and would go out to eat or to a movie. He was nice and a ton of fun, so our occasional dates turned into an every weekend kind of thing.
Over the last two months, we have spent damn near every night together. I finally gave Jacob my virginity three weeks ago. I had held onto it since the night with Boz, hoping he would come back to me sooner or later. He never did; things between the clubs never settled down enough to let that happen, so I figured I might as well get rid of my V-Card.
Since then, Jacob has thought of nothing but getting in my panties. I can’t say I don’t enjoy our time together, because I do. But giving it up to Jacob was not what I always dreamed about. It’s fun, but nothing like my night with Boz. In my mind, Boz was the man that would take my virginity, and he would make sure I enjoyed it.
I’ve been dreaming about Boz since the night he walked out on me. That’s not true; I’ve been dreaming of him since my 13-year-old self laid eyes on his ink-covered hands. Maybe in my mind, I have made him into some type of a hero. Jacob, for sure, doesn’t fit that mold.
Even without that night with Boz, being around the club my entire life, I know more about sex than most seasoned whores. The one thing I know for sure, there should be more to it than him sticking it in and pumping a few times then moaning in my ear. Every time he’s done, I want to scream, “Where the fuck is mine?” If it wasn’t for his talented tongue, the big O would be a mystery to me.
He pushes his dick against me again and says, “Come on, baby. We’ve got time for a quickie.”
I snort, knowing any sex with him is quick, but roll over anyway. A second later, he’s on top of me pumping away. I count the seconds off in my head: one thousand one, two thousand one. By thirty-two, he’s moaning in my ear and rolling away. I’m left high and dry, once again.