Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter 11

“Lace, I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me,” Jenn hugs me.

“I’m not mad, silly woman. How could I be? You’ve got a life as well. The world doesn’t revolve around me.”

“I know, but I but don’t want you to leave. I’ve loved having you here with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Jenn. For the first time ever, I just want to stay.”

“Good, ‘cause I don’t want you going anywhere.”

Jenn told me last night that she was going to sell her house and move in with Switch. She was also going to come clean to her parents. I knew this was a possibility, and I had been expecting it, but I don’t think Jenn realized that. She was so upset when she told me last night, and again just now when she was apologizing.

“Jenn, seriously, don’t cry. I told you I was going to look for my own place anyways. Staying with you was only temporary and I’m happy that you’re finally following your heart and moving things along with Switch.”

“I know, but I still feel bad.”

“Well, don’t,” I tell her firmly. “Let’s eat.”

I grab a takeout noodle box and spin my fork, gathering up an enormous swirl of noodles with broccoli and beef. Jenn does the same with her chicken and cashews dish, and we sit in comfortable silence, devouring our delicious Chinese takeout. I reach over and grab the remote. I press a button and the movie “Bridesmaids” begins to play. Jenn and I snuggle up together and laugh until we cry. Then, we eat Ben & Jerry’s chocolate ice-cream until we feel sick.

Halfway through watching our second movie of the night, my phone rings. Roam’s name flashes across the screen, so I hug Jenn goodnight and go off to my room. The boys have been on a run for the last six days. Roam’s called every night, but I miss him like crazy.


“Hey,” I answer as I close my bedroom door. “Hey, sugar.”

“How was your day?” I ask, my voice soft.

“Successful.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah, makes the trip worthwhile. You work today?”

I nod, even though he can’t see me. “Just a lunch shift. Jenn’s moving in with Switch so I have to find a place to live. I’ve got to work tomorrow again and then I plan on scouring the papers and seeing what rentals are available.”

“’Bout time they got their act together,” he laughs.

“Jenn thought I would be upset with her, but I’m really happy for them. Switch seems to treat her really nicely and I’m glad she found him.”

“Well, I’m glad you found me,” he drawls.

“Uh, I think you found me, actually,” I quip.

“Yeah, I’ll take the credit. Couldn’t keep my hands off that sexy ass body of yours.” I hear his breathing begin to thicken.

“I wish your hands were on my body now,” I boldly tell him.

“Me too, sugar.” I hear a hiss in his voice.

“Are you touching yourself?” I whisper.

“Reach up and pinch those pretty nipples, sugar,” he says, without answering my question.

“Roam,” I whisper slash hiss. “I’ve never done that before.”

“You’ve never played with yourself?” He asks, incredulous.

“No! I mean, yes, I’ve done that, but I’ve never done it while on the phone to someone.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’ll be here to walk you through every step of the way until you’re screaming my name as your body shudders and you come all over those pretty fingers of yours,” he groans at the end.

Instinctively, my hand that’s not holding my phone, slides up under my tank top and makes contact with my nipple. I moan as I roll it between my thumb and index fingers.

“That’s it baby, make it nice and hard for me,” his voice is strained.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Now, put your hand down your panties and tell me what it feels like.”

I slide my hand down my body and under the hem of my shorts. My fingertips glide over my bare pubis and down until I find my center.

“It’s wet,” I moan, “And hot,” I shudder as my fingers scrape over my swollen *oris.

“That’s it, sugar, now dip you fingers inside and rub that sweet juice over your pretty little *,” he orders, his voice husky.

I do as he says. My breathing starts to quicken and shallow as I massage myself.

“Roam,” I moan.

“That’s it, sugar. Tuck the phone in your ear and use your hand to play with your nipples. Roll them in your fingers just like I do.”

My breath hitches as I bring myself closer to release. I can hear the slapping of skin as he pleasures himself and it heightens my arousal levels. My fingers leave my nipples and travel south to slide inside my slick heat. My other hand is rubbing my * furiously and I pant loudly into the phone.

“Roam,” I repeat on another moan. “It’s coming.”

“Good girl, sugar. I wanna hear you come. I want you to drench those fingers of yours with your sweet p-ssy juice. Come on, Lacey, come for me.” His dirty words are my undoing. My legs tense as my orgasm rips through me. I feel myself pulsing around my fingers and I shudder in relief.

The sound of slapping gets louder and faster and then I hear Roam groan, “Lacey.” I imagine the cream spurting out of his cock over his stomach and hand, as he thinks of me. A shudder ripples through me and I feel myself begin to get turned on all over again.

“Wow, that was...awesome,” I sigh.

He chuckles, “Yeah, sugar, it was, but tomorrow night I’ll be able to

give you the real thing.”

“Can’t wait.”

We talk for a bit longer until I’m almost falling asleep. “See you tomorrow night,” I yawn.

“Love you, sugar.”

“Love you too, babe.”

I press end and fall asleep feeling full.

I’m up early the next morning to go into work. The lunchtime shift starts at eleven and ends at three, so it’s not many hours but the tips are usually good. Generally, there’s only one waitress on the floor over lunch, unless it gets busy and then someone gets called in.

Jenn is still asleep when I leave, so I quietly go out to my car and drive first to the paper shop to get today’s news and then to the bar.

***

I sit in my car and read through the For Rent ads, hoping to find something that grabs my interest. I know I have the money sitting there to just purchase a house, but I don’t feel comfortable doing that. I circle a few places that look appealing. I’ll ring the agent listed when my shift finishes to set up an appointment time.

I chuck the newspaper on the passenger seat, grab my handbag and walk inside. The first thing I notice is Candy behind the bar. Odd.

“Hey, Candy,” confusion is evident in my tone. She looks up at me, and her eyes are sad. They sweep out over the room, so my eyes follow hers. My jaw drops when I see the damage.

“Oh my Lord,” I gape. “What happened?”

“Break and enter,” she answers, simply.

“Was anything taken?”

“Mitch is checking everything now and making a list for the police. Forensics were here earlier, so Mitch has to wait and see if anything comes from that.”

“Gosh.” Still in shock, I grab a broom and begin to sweep up the broken glass, while Candy wipes down the counters and tables.

“The police aren’t saying whether it’s a random or targeted attack, but hopefully we’ll know more soon.” Mitch walks into the room, talking to someone on the phone. I give him a wave and he gives me a small nod, then he walks to the other end of the room, still talking on the phone.

“Should I give Barbie a call and tell her not to come in?” I ask Candy. Barbie is the other waitress. I haven’t worked with her yet, but I have chatted with her as we changed shifts.

“I think Mitch rang her already.”

“Okay.”

We spend the next few hours tidying. Mitch went around with a clipboard and took inventory of broken tables, chairs, windows, glasses and alcohol bottles. Then he made a list of items that were missing. There wasn’t much – mainly alcohol, petty cash, cigarettes and two pool cues and a set of balls.

The thieves even went as far as pissing all over some bags of bar snacks. I gather the ruined stock in trash bags and throw them out. It’s such a waste, but obviously they can’t be sold now.

By the time Candy and I finish cleaning, it’s after dark. Mitch left a while earlier to go down and make a statement at the police station. We tape a sign to the bar door that says it’s closed until the day after tomorrow, then we go our separate ways.

I slide into the driver’s seat of my car and turn the key. While I’m waiting for the engine to warm up, I take out my lip gloss and apply it, then I remember the rentals. It’s too late now to ring an agent, but I will have to do it first thing in the morning. I take my phone from my bag and check for missed calls and texts – I’ve had it turned on silent all day. There are three missed calls from Roam, one from Jenn and a bunch of texts from the two of them. One from Roam tells me he is home and to come by after work. After the day I have had, that sounds perfect to me.

I throw my phone in the center console and reverse out, headed for my man’s house.