Chapter 11
Thorn
It had taken every ounce of will-power I could muster, to stop thinking about Ensley. She had completely and aggressively occupied my mind. I had spent the night trying every distraction that I could think of.
Nothing worked.
I kept picturing Ensley on the stool, sitting with her legs crossed, her tight rounded breasts under that shimmering blouse she was wearing, her dark painted lips. My thoughts wandered to what it would look like to have those lips around my cock. There was a movement in my pants again, and I had to do everything I could to not let off steam.
Nothing would feel as good as actually having her.
Distractions. I needed to distract myself. I drank, I did push-ups, I tried to fall asleep, I flicked through channels on the television, I did some more push-ups. Nothing seemed to do the trick. The only thoughts in my head were of how hot she looked tonight and how I would have given anything to go find her now.
It was past midnight, and I had already spent close to two hours in my apartment trying to kill time. It was going to end up being another night of waiting up till the sun rose so I could go to Dirty Harry’s and meet up with the guys. That’s where I should have been tonight in the first place. If I hadn’t ridden all the way downtown, I wouldn’t have met Ensley, and then I wouldn’t be feeling this fucked up in the head.
I lay down on my bed now, staring up at the ceiling when I thought I heard my phone ring. I’d left it in the living room on the couch, and I rushed to it. On the screen, an unknown number flashed and my first thought was that something was going on with the club. My brothers were in trouble again.
Cursing myself for not being with them tonight, I answered the call and heard a woman’s heavy breathing at the other end.
“Who is this?” I barked into the phone. My shoulders were heaving, and my brows were crossed. It wasn’t until I heard Ensley’s squeaky voice that I was able to relax.
“It’s Ensley, from the bar,” she said, in a quiet voice and I couldn’t believe that she was actually calling me.
“There is no need to clarify. I know exactly who you are,” I said, and I had to do everything in my power to not burst into a laugh of relief. I thought I would never hear from her, and here she was, calling me within a few hours of parting ways.
“I’m sorry to call like this, I know it’s late,” I heard her say, and slowly, I sat down on the couch. I was getting the feeling that this wasn’t just a social call. She sounded anxious and nervous over the phone.
“It’s okay. I wasn’t sleeping,” I told her, and I heard her take in a deep breath.
“I probably shouldn’t be calling you. It’s just that…I didn’t know who else to call,” she said, and I ran a hand through the long hair on top of my head.
“It’s fine. What’s going on?” I asked, and there was silence for a few moments. I could hear her heavy breathing in the background. Something was definitely up, and she had called me for help.
“Ensley?” I urged her on, and she sighed again.
“I don’t know…I’m just…I’m just very scared right now, Thorn,” she said, and within moments, she had broken down. I could hear her sobs and cries over the phone, and I stood up from the couch with a jerk. Hearing Ensley crying had a knee-jerk reaction on me. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t bear to hear her crying.
“Tell me what’s happening. What can I do?” I asked her, and she continued to sob and sniffle, till finally, she managed to breathe more naturally.
“I don’t know what you can do. I just needed to tell somebody that I’m scared,” she said, and I was pacing the living room.
“Okay, it’s good you called me. I’m going to come over to you. Is that okay?” I said.
I could hear her thinking for a few moments. I had no idea what was going on, or why she had called me or why she was so scared but all I could think of was the look of fear in her eyes at the bar. I was right. She was scared of something, and it had triggered again. The last thing I wanted was for her to keep feeling this way.
“Okay. I’m at home,” she replied, after a few moments of silence.
“Give me your address,” I said and listened as she called it out to me. I didn’t need to write it down, I memorized it instantly.
“Okay, I’m coming over now. Do you want to stay on the phone with me?” I said as I rushed to my front door. I was holding the cell phone to my ear as I put my jacket on.
“No, I think I feel better now. You can’t be on the phone while you’re riding your bike anyway. I’ll be fine,” she said, in a small quiet voice.
“Okay, just hold tight. I’ll be there as fast as possible,” I said, and with that, we ended the call.
I ran out of my apartment and towards my bike. It was the middle of the night, and I was rushing to go to the apartment of a woman who I didn’t know anything about. But I was glad that she had called me. I was glad that she had reached out for help and I felt a sense of responsibility towards keeping her safe. Funnily enough, I wasn’t looking for anything in return. I just wanted Ensley to feel better.