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Lala
It's been a very long time since I have slept with a man, sexually, or just to sleep. All night, Rampage has kept himself close to me, always touching some part of my body. No matter how far I roll away from him, he ends up next to me – damn near on top of me.
With his head laying on my stomach, I take the time to let my eyes roam his thick, wide back and long, heavy arms. So far, I've only seen two tattoos. One is the insignia that sits in the middle of their vests on his chest. The second is a mean ass dragon, sitting between his shoulder blades. Dark and foreboding, it looks like it's slithering around his muscles when he moves.
His skin is soft, smooth and tanned. I wouldn't call him beautiful, but he does have some beautiful features. Overall, I would say that he is all man, and all kinds of sexy.
He's so much bigger than me, yet I don't feel powerless like I do with Ryan. Ryan isn't a whole lot bigger than me, but what little height and weight he has on me, he uses to his advantage. Rampage may be large and intimidating, but he doesn't use it against me. He doesn't use all that power in his body to scare or intimidate me.
Thinking about Ryan, I remember I have no clothes for the weekend and I need to call in to work. My boss won't like it, but I'm the best he's got so he'll deal, but I still need clothes, along with other personal stuff. All of my stuff is at my place and I can't go back with him there. My only option is going by the mall.
Looking down at Rampage, I try to find a way to move him without waking him. I slowly and gently lift his head as I shimmy out from under him. Placing his head back on the bed, I scoot off slowly and head for the bathroom, being as quiet as possible. I'm not looking forward to going to the mall. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy shopping, I just don't enjoy the crowds. They make me anxious and uncomfortable.
Making my way through the stores, I pick out clothes for hot and cold weather, along with new bras and panties. I buy three pairs of comfy boyfriend sweats and matching sweatshirts because Victoria's Secret was having a huge sale. A pair of black chucks, boots, and some thong sandals complete my clothes shopping for the day.
I stop by the drug store for some girlie products; shampoo, conditioner, hairbrush … the whole lot. I barely wear makeup, so I have what I need in my purse. All in all, I spend a little over four hundred dollars. I never spend that kind of money on myself, putting every measly extra cent I make into my savings, but I may not be able to go back to my place for any of my stuff for a while. I'm not sure where I'm taking my new stuff, but at least I've got it.
I'm pretty resourceful when it comes to getting by. When I was fifteen, something happened that put my mother on the road to recovery, wanting to piece her life back together. She had kicked the drugs and stopped sleeping around. Quitting the drugs was really hard on her, but she stuck with it, investing all her time in me and for once in my life, making me a priority. I can honestly say that even though she was suffering, she tried her best to hide it from me, and gave me some of the happiest times of my life, no matter how little time it was.
Four months into her sobriety, she was killed in a car accident by a drunk driver. It's poetic justice, really. She died by the thing that had already taken so many years of her life away from her. At first I was numb. Then I was mad. Over time, I became thankful that she no longer had to fight her battle. She had finally found some peace.
So at the age of 15, I was left alone, hanging out at libraries through the day, teaching myself what I could since I couldn't attend school. I found shelters on occasion, acting like I belonged to people staying there, but I couldn't stay for long, afraid of getting caught and sent into foster care, so I moved from one place to the next, no one the wiser. I slept when and where I could. I knew how to make myself invisible and stay out of any trouble that could come my way. My mom had some money put away when she died, so I used that sparingly, figuring out fairly quickly how to make it last. I was lucky enough to land a job after I turned 16, saving every dime I made, and I've been taking care of myself ever since.
Because of the way that I've had to live, I always save money, stowing it away for times just like this. I would have used it for my car, but I figured it wasn't worth sinking money into only to have it die on me again. I would have worked more so I could get a new-ish car, at least.
I needed new clothes, anyway. I have no idea when I'll be able to go home to get my stuff, or if anything there will still be in one piece. It's possible that he's already sold half of what I own.
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In the parking lot of the mall, I remove all the tags and stuff everything I bought into two small bags. Throwing them into the back seat, I head back to the club.
The chain link fence opens for me and a man in a black leather vest waves me through. Pulling in, I see a lot of people standing by bikes, and others sitting around picnic tables. I watch as Rampage stalks his way through the crowd toward me. Pulling open the car door, he gives me a hard stare and looks me up and down, "Where the fuck did you go?"
"I woke up and needed to get some stuff for this weekend."
Looking over my shoulder to the back seat, he nods and relaxes, "Next time, wake me up. I'll take you."
Picturing Rampage traipsing around a mall makes me laugh. His giant, leather clad body standing in line at Victoria's Secret, holding an arm full of panties would be quite a sight. I might pay to see it. I can't picture him lingering behind me at the Mac makeup counter, either.
"What the fuck you laughin' ‘bout, babe?" Rampage grumbles. Leaning against the doorframe, he's boxing me into the front seat, putting his hand on my thigh.
"Nothing."
Holding out a hand to me, he helps me out of the Chevy, "Thank you."
"Yeah, baby."
Opening the back door, he grabs my bags. Holding them up, he says, "Both won't fit on the bike." I point to the smaller black one. Inside I packed enough for three days.
"I just need that one."
Throwing an arm over my shoulder, he walks me toward his bike, "Imma go lock this shit in my room. Wait here," After pressing his rough lips to my forehead, he wanders off. It catches me off guard when he does that. The gesture from him seems so wrong, but I think I actually swoon a little bit.
Lil comes running up, smiling from ear to ear, "Hey bitch! You excited?"
It's so crazy to see her in this setting. Wearing some short shorts, a cropped t-shirt, and wild hair, she doesn't look like the refined Lilly who works at the college. When we first met, I would have pictured her in an affluent setting. She was very sweet and very well spoken. At times she was even soft spoken.
Hanging out with her here, she's a completely different person. She's wilder, louder, and funnier. At first I felt so different from her. I've always been a bit of a hippie. I don't do fancy shit. I'm all easy clothes, easy hair, and nonexistent makeup. I see now there's not much of a difference between her and I, and I love her even more for that fact.
"Yes! I've never been to a rally."
"Oh, girl. It's gonna be so much fun. Bikes, crazy hot guys … you excited to go with Rampage?" she asks, leaning against the picnic table next to me.
"Yeah, I think so. I hope he's not second guessing bringing me along. I'm afraid I'll cramp his style."
"I'm sure he is. Seriously, it's because you're hot as fuck and you're not claimed. Rampage is not gonna want to share you."
"Not sure I ever want to be claimed," I tell her truthfully. The idea of being claimed sounds oppressive and suffocating, just like something I've been trying to run from for so many years now.
"It's not a bad thing, babe. It means you're taken, spoken for. He's your man and you are his woman. It's basically like being married without the ring, church, and certificate. Don't get me wrong, some of the guys officially marry their old ladies, but it's all the same in the clubs eyes." Okay. Sounds like a girlfriend/boyfriend sort of thing to me.
"So I guess it's safe to assume that Tank claimed you?" My question makes her laugh. "Yeah, something like that; Although, I claimed his ass, too."
"I can see that. You two are all over each other, all the time. He's always around you, always staring at you. You guys are starting to gross me out a little bit."
"Really?" She gets this far away, dreamy smile, "Oh, well, you'll get used to it the longer you're around. It's only because he's crazy obsessive, but you know what? We're finally getting to a really good place."