Page 8 of Rage’s Rose

I can feel my face blush with each word that comes out of his gorgeous mouth.

“Yeah, I’d really like that. I want to have another taste of that cock of yours. Also would love to see where else you are pierced.”

He chuckles and then bends down to pick me up off his bike. He puts his hand on my ass making it so I have to place my legs around his waist.

“I like this position very much, my little fairy. I think we are going to need to do this again. I enjoy having your ass in my hands. Hold on tight we are going to be walking through a whole bunch of fucking crazy.”

It feels like fucking forever before we make it up to his room. Then he spent that whole night worshiping my body in ways no one else has ever done before.

Months have gone by since that night and my life has not been the same since. If someone had told me three months ago that I’d fall this hard for a biker with a guarded heart and a cocky grin, I would’ve laughed in their face. Yet, here I am, hopelessly in love and completely certain that I have found the man that I wanted to spend forever with. We haven’t discussed the dynamics of our relationship, but I have been with him pretty much the entire three months. At least at night. There have been nights that of course he had to do stuff for the club, but he still reaches out on those nights and talks with me. He hasn’t been as open as most men would be during that time, but we have had some conversations. I guess I haven’t been fully open with my past and my family either so we can call it even.

I’m waking up again at the clubhouse. Last night he told me he wouldn’t be here when I woke up because he had to get to work. The sun peaking in through his curtains is what draws me out of a nice night's sleep. I stretch and feel how sore I am all over my body. It doesn’t matter how many times we do this, he takes me in so many different ways each and every time. He is like a fucking animal who hasn’t seen water in days when we are together. I swear this is the best sex I have had in my life and everything that we do just leaves me more and more confused. What am I to him? Are we exclusive? I would fucking hope that we are exclusive and he isn’t going anywhere else for what he gets from me. I mean seeing as unless he is doing club business or whatever he usually has his dick inside me, I don’t know where else he would be sticking it. The fact that we have been going at this for three months also means something to me. He hasn’t told me anything different and honestly, he has been in my bed or me in his.

I don’t know, the more I think about this situation the more of a headache I get. Last night there was a party here and Liza and I came to hang out with Dragon and Rage. It had definitely gotten crazy and I saw a lot of things that I don’t think I could ever get back. I mean I have been to other parties here in the three months, but last night felt different. It seemed a little crazier than most of the ones we have been to. Some of the brothers were enjoying the views of club girls fucking each other. It was for sure interesting. I think Pitbull and Skunk are two of the biggest pigs in the clubhouse and the way they talked to myself and Liza last night was super appalling. It almost came to physical blows with them. Liza and I were about to fuck up the brothers for their blantant disrespect, but Parker, Dragon and Rage made sure to do that for us. It is still strange to think that we only have one half of the twins with us. It has been two months since Peyton decided to stay at the Untamed Rebels clubhouse and Parker really hasn’t been the same. We talked a little bit about everything and Parker informed us that something happened while she was at the Untamed clubhouse with one of the brothers. We all know it is Doc, but no one is going to tell her we know until she is ready to talk about it.

My mind is going in a million different directions this morning and I know I need to get up, but I just do not want to. Before I get the will power to drag myself out of my bed a knock comes at the door. My brows furrow and I’m very confused. Everyone knows that Rage is at work this morning so I don’t know why the hell anyone would be knocking on his door. I get up and am looking for a shirt when someone knocks on the door again. I finally find one of his shirts and put it on to cover up my naked body before I head to the door.

When I open the door I come face to face with one of the club bitches that has been causing problems for me since the first night I stayed here with Rage. The bitch is practically fake all over. Rage told me that he had hooked up with her a time or two because that’s what the club girls are for. He never had any real relationship with any of them, but he told me that there were women at the club that he fucked around with. I had asked him because there are all these horror stories about it fucking club girls causing drama because they think they own the brothers that stuck their dicks in them. I mean saggy pussy really sounds like a good time. This bitch is one of those girls. In fact in the three months that I’ve been around Rage I have seen this girl get fucked more times in one night by different men. She apparently doesn’t care that the men degrade her and don’t even care if other people see them.

Which is really a nightmare because I hate seeing all of their dicks. From what I’ve been told Bulldog doesn’t put up with this shit, but some of the brothers do it when they know he is busy and wont be around to stop it. I mean it doesn’t even happen when they are having parties sometimes. I know from what Parker has said, that the brothers tend to do this shit outside of a party so their president doesn’t get word back. She also told me that they make sure it’s on days that no kids will be around the clubhouse.

This one is Kitty, she’s about three inches taller than me probably at 5’ 6”. She has what you can tell are fake tits, she basically just screams fucking plastic all around. She even has fake platinum blonde hair and honestly it looks horrible. I mean you want to pretend you’re blonde, go to a salon and actually get someone who knows what they are doing, not some half baked dumb ass who makes it look like you have platinum blonde straw on your head with some serious split ends. I know I’m sounding mean, but I’m over this bitch. Her and her friends have been bitching at me for months. She has some serious ice blue eyes, kind of like her soul. Cold as ice. She’s got a real nice fake tan happening too. I mean at least she doesn’t look orange, but she sure doesn’t look great. Right now she’s wearing some tight has hell dress that barely covers her ass and it looks like her fake balloons are going to fall out of her top. I also feel like I’m going to choke on the fucking floral perfume that is practically radiating off her.

“What are you doing here, you fat bitch?”

I roll my eyes and chuckle.

“Um, what does it look like I’m doing here Kitty?”

I don’t even know why I am answering her. I probably should just shut the door in her face. She looks me up and down with a look of disgust on her face.

“I don’t know why you think stalking Rage is going to get you anywhere. You look like a plump child wearing his shirt. That is not going to turn him on. He’ll kick you out the second you get back here. Anyway, he told me to meet him in his room. Said it had been too long since he had a good pussy in his bed. Wanted me to come and remind him what he was missing.”

“Huh? That’s so weird. You know seeing as he's been gone for hours. Pretty sure he left for work already.”

“Oh well you know he ran into me on his break.”

“Uh huh. Well you’re welcome to come in and wait if you want. We can see what he says when he gets back. Since you know he’s apparently meeting you up here soon.”

She scowls at me and then says, “He’s going to tire of your fat ass and come back to the rest of us. He’s never going to take an ol’ lady or be serious with anyone. He’s like his old man used to be from the stories I heard. He wants a variety. Not some pungy stuck up bitch.”

With that she turns and starts walking down the hall.

“It was so nice to talk to you again Kitty! I can’t wait to have another conversation again soon!” I yell after her.

She doesn’t turn back around and I just laugh as I shut the door. I go and grab my phone from the nightstand where I left it last night and pull up my text thread with the girls.

Me: just had another run in with Kitty and her overly large attitude. She actually showed up at Rage’s door this time while he wasn’t even on the club property.

Liza: I heard you yell down the hall. I laughed so hard I woke up Dragon.

Parker: damn, I wish I would’ve stayed at the clubhouse last night. It would’ve been amazing to witness the morning drama. I swear these dumb bitches that they brought in are nothing like the older ones who know their job and who to leave alone.

Me: Well technically Rage isn’t my old man or whatever. So I mean it’s not like she’s doing anything wrong.

Parker: That may be true, but you’ve been with Rage for three months. Which by the way never happens. I’m kind of holding out hope you changed the man whore of all man whores. I never understood why he was so weird about being with someone exclusively.

Me: well I hope so, but hey we haven’t really had that conversation. I do however hate the fact I got to deal with all these stupid bitches who think that they have dibs on a man who obviously does not want you to have dibs on them.