Chapter Four
Brynn
I knew that sleeping with Bentley would be a terrible idea, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to get a little piece of him even if I knew that it wouldn't last more than one night. Everything about him screamed hot sex, and I knew I wouldn't be able to say no to him. When he pulled me into the back room, I knew saying no was not an option.
When he said he wanted someone to submit to him, I thought I was going to pass out. He likes to hurt women to get off. He said he would ruin me. I don't get what he meant by any of that. Maybe I'm naive, but I can't see him hurting anyone. After I had left him standing in the back room of the club, I made my way outside and to the first cab I could find.
I never thought that he would make me feel cheap like that, but he is a Davoli, and I've heard plenty of stories to know that's how he makes other women feel. When the cab pulls up to my sister’s, I pay him the money and grab my keys from my bag. Getting into my car, I make my way home.
The whole drive, the only thing I can think of is what he said to me. He didn't want to ruin me, and he needed to feel pain. Shaking my head, I try to push all thoughts of him out of my mind. If he doesn't want me, then I won't dwell on it. I deserve to be happy, and I won't stop myself from finding that.
When I finally pull into my parking spot, I make my way to my apartment. Getting inside, I strip down and hop into the shower to wash away my shitty, yet amazing encounter. Once I'm showered and dressed, I brush my hair and teeth and curl up in the middle of my bed.
Turning the TV on, I try to forget about the way his hands felt as he gripped me when he fucked me. Sighing, I turn on some TV show and try to focus on what's going on, but it's no use. He floods my thoughts.
After about twenty minutes of staring off into space, my phone beeps and I check the new message.
Tessa: Where did you go?
Me: Home. Sorry I didn't tell you.
Sighing, I turn and try to get comfortable. I can still feel where Bentley's fingers were digging into my skin, and my pussy still aches from when he was slamming into me. Dammit. I need to stop thinking about our sexual encounter if I am ever going to move past it. All I will get is one night with him, and I am glad I got that.
Tessa: :(
Me: Sorry. Love you. Be careful.
Tessa: Who was that hunk you disappeared with?
Me: I work with him...
Tessa: Eek! We are so talking about this tomorrow.
Me: Ugh please don't
Tessa: Too bad! I want details!
Instead of replying to her, I just toss my phone on the bed and close my eyes. I don't need to relive the horror of him telling me that he didn't want me for anything except to get off. I already know she's not going to let me ignore this, so sleep is going to be my best friend for now.
Closing my eyes, I will my body to shut down enough to fall asleep. After about twenty minutes, I am finally able to shut my mind off and fall into a fitful rest.
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The pounding on my front door wakes me up early the next morning. Staggering out of bed, I make my way to the door and open it to a handsomely rugged biker. Rubbing my eyes, I look up at him and see that he's staring at me like I'm going to be his breakfast. His eyes roam my body, and I remember that I went to bed in a tank top and a pair of black lace boy shorts.
"Brynn." His voice causes me to break out in chills. He pushes me into my apartment and closes the door behind him.
"Jesus Christ," he mumbles as he looks me over once more.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, looking at him. His stubbled jaw is calling to me, and it looks like he hasn't been to sleep yet.
"I needed to make sure you made it home okay." He looks down at the ground, and I can’t believe that he even had the nerve to show up here after last night. I cover my chest and look at him.
"Why? What could have happened?" I ask sounding a bit irritated. "Oh wait, I remember. Did you just come to make sure I wasn't mad at you and that I wouldn't say anything at work? Don't worry Bentley; I won't bring it up in front of your brothers." Turning on my heel, I walk to the kitchen to grab some water, not caring if he stays or goes.
"That's not why I'm here. I know you're pissed at me, but I am trying to protect you. You don't need someone like me ruining your life." Turning to look at him, I see he looks unsure of himself for the first time.
"I don't need your help, Bentley. I can manage all by myself, don't worry about it."
Before I can move, his body is up against mine and pushing me into the counter. "Brynn." His breath is on my neck, and I can feel the goosebumps form on my skin. "As much as I want to bend you over my knee, I have other things to deal with."
Cocking my head to the side, I growl, "Then go. Go fuck your whores and leave me alone."
He pulls away from me for a second and stares at me, almost like he's studying me. "You really think I'd come here if all I wanted to do was fuck whores?"
Looking up at him, I watch his emotions flood his features before he steels his emotions to a blank mask. This is the Bentley I'm used to. The one that keeps himself blocked off from anyone that could possibly care about him.
"What do you want from me? You made it pretty clear last night that you wanted nothing to do with me."
His jaw starts to tick and I can tell I'm asking something that he doesn't want to share with me. "It's not that I don't want anything to do with you." He stops and takes a deep breath. "I wish I could do this with you, but you deserve more than the club and me. I want you to be happy." He sighs and runs his hand down my back, stopping right above my ass.
A single tear falls down my cheek. Never did I think that it would hurt this bad to have someone tell me that they didn't want me. He looks like he's gonna say something else, but he changes his mind and releases me. I watch him make his way to the door and out of my apartment without another word.
When the door closes, I end up falling to the floor sobbing. Everything in me yells at me to go after him, but my brain tells me to let him go. There is no way that I'll ever be the girl that gets the fairy tale ending with the biker like Anslie, Coley, and Henley did. Hell, of course I want the only brother that doesn't want an ol’ lady or anything that is similar to that.
Once the tears stop falling, I pick myself up and get ready for my day. I have to be at work in a few hours, and I just pray he doesn't work today. I don't think I can stomach seeing him twice in one day.
An hour later, I get a text from my sister saying that we need to have lunch today to talk about the sexy hunk. Sighing, I text her back and tell her that I'll meet her at one o'clock at the deli by my work. She happily agrees and says she can't wait. Joy.
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Pulling into Wayward Cycles, I scan the parking lot to see if I see Bentley's bike anywhere. Luckily, it's nowhere to be seen, so I make my way into the office and get to work. The day goes by quickly and smoothly with no major hiccups from the guys and their paperwork and whatnot.
A few minutes before lunch, I hear his voice coming from the shop.
"Just fucking make sure she's okay," he grounds out. I have no idea who he's talking about, so I go and spy on him. Looking through the service door, I see him talking to Brantley and Jase. "Why are we supposed to look after a girl that isn't your ol’ lady?" Jase asks.
"Just fucking do it," he says with a lethal tone I've never heard before. "You fucking care about her, huh? This is why you showed up at my house the other morning," Brantley says. Bentley shakes his head and walks away from them.
"He's fucking pussy whipped!" Jase says giddily. Brant laughs, and they both look up at the door. Ducking as quickly as I can, I slip and fall onto the ground.
Slowly I get up and rub my butt where it met the hard concrete floor. I wonder who they were talking about. Walking over to my desk, I grab my bag and make my way out into the hot desert sun. Locking the office door, I turn and come face to face with Bentley.
"Hey," I stumble out.
He has a black baseball cap on and dark sunglasses. I don't think I've ever seen him in a hat, but I have to admit I don't hate it.
"Hey, Brynn," he mumbles, pulling a cigarette out of his pack and sticking it in his mouth. Damn, I wish I was that cigarette right about now.
"I'm running late to meet my sister for lunch so is there something you needed?" I ask. It comes out a little ruder than I had intended, but I'm not sure I really care.
He shakes his head no and hands me a stack of papers. Looking down, I see that it's his paperwork for the week. Shoving it into my bag, I try to walk past him, but he grabs my arm, stopping me.
Before I can ask what he wants, his lips are on mine. His tongue slips into my mouth, and I can taste the tobacco on his breath. He kisses me like it's the last time he's going to see me. This triggers me to remember what he was telling Brantley and Jase.
He's leaving.
Pulling away, I look at him, trying to read him. Pulling his sunglasses off his face, I look into his eyes and see I'm right. He looks remorseful but does nothing.
"You're leaving," I state. I already know the answer, so I'm not even sure why I asked.
He doesn't say anything, just sticks the cigarette back in his mouth and lights it up. I watch him inhale and then grab his sunglasses out of my hand and turn to walk away.