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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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YAY
OPHELIA
I WAS EXHAUSTED.
I’d been tired before. Even what I thought was exhaustion.
But, minus a few rough weeks during nursing school, I’d never experienced true exhaustion.
Not until that moment.
Practically swaying on my shitkicker-clad feet, I stood in a motel parking lot next to the bike as Judge got everything locked down for the night.
“You doin’ okay?” he asked.
“I’m good.”
He stood and wrapped an arm around me, kissing my forehead. “Yeah, you’re good. My fuckin’ soldier.”
After our outdoor adventure the day before, we’d gone shopping to get me some biker gear. I’d gotten a pair of boots, a few extra pairs of jeans, and my own leather jacket—though Judge had promised I could wear his whenever I wanted.
Once we’d gotten everything I’d need, we’d gone back to the clubhouse to find Haze, Glitch, Hollywood, Scythe, and Jury there. They’d crashed on the couch or extra beds so no one overslept—which had been smart because we’d gotten on the road before five.
In the morning.
But as I stood, dead on my feet at a small motel in Virginia, I was glad we’d left early. Between stops for gas, the bathroom, and food—not to mention, traffic and construction—it was nearly eight.
And, according to Judge, the next day would be just as long.
“Let’s get you to bed,” Judge said, his own steps slow as we walked over to where Jury was coming out of the office.
He handed us a keycard. “I’m going across the street for a beer. Coming?”
“Nah, gonna crash. Don’t stay out too late, tomorrow’s gonna be rough.”
“Not my first rodeo, asshole.”
Judge flipped him off, but also added a verbal, “Fuck off.”
Hollywood and Jury headed across the way while Scythe and Haze seemed to be opting for sleep.
I scanned the parking lot while Judge unlocked the door, but I didn’t see the white van. Thinking on it, I hadn’t seen it for most of the day. Worry hit my stomach. “Where’s Glitch?”
Judge opened the door, turning on the light and looking around before moving so I could enter. “Van doesn’t ride like a bike and guzzles gas like a motherfucker. He’ll be here in an hour.”
“Oh good.” Not bothering to take off my boots, I belly flopped onto the bed. “Motel sex?”
“Fuck yeah. But in the morning. Don’t want you falling asleep and choking while you’re going down on me.”
“Told you yesterday, everyone goes some time. I’ll go out doing what I love.” I paused and blinked, but my eyes refused to open. “At least I’m guessing I’ll love going down on you.”
“You can find out for sure in the morning when you suck my dick while you ride my face.”
“Yay,” I said.
