Page 2 of Calypso’s Shield (Royal Harlots MC, Los Angeles Chapter #1)
CALYPSO
“ L yp, get your ass up.” Allura kicks the side of my bed, making my head hurt and my stomach queasy.
The little fucking gnomes are drilling inside my brain and the queasiness in my stomach makes me wish I could just disappear back under the covers.
But reality’s a bitch. I peel my eyes open, blinking against the blinding light creeping through the curtains.
Allura is standing at the end of my bed with her hands on her hips, looking like sin in leather.
If I swung that way, she wouldn’t be able to resist me.
But we both like the sausage more than the cream.
I giggle at my own joke and groan. “Uh.” Throwing the covers over my head, I turn onto my stomach, trying to stop myself from throwing up.
Last night was a blur, but I feel the weight of it.
Too many shots of tequila to drown out the haunting voice of my ex-husband, who never seems to understand the meaning of "leave me the hell alone." A drink for every threat, every attempt to tear me down again. If there’s any silver lining, it’s that I don’t have to remember every detail.
But then the memories hit me all at once.
The party at the Royal Bastards clubhouse, the music, the chaos.
And then him . Mystery biker man with ocean-blue eyes and a presence that could have knocked me out without a punch.
The liquor loosened my inhibitions, and suddenly, I was wrapped around him, dragging him upstairs, begging him to give me exactly what I needed. And he did.
Now, as I lie there, trying to fight off the remnants of the tequila haze, I reach out, and my hand brushes against something hard. Something very, very solid. My stomach flips, and my head throbs in warning. Oh, fuck me.
A deep rumble echoes in my ear. “Did that several times, but I can give you a repeat of it if you’d like.”
I slowly pull the covers down and come face to face with a club member from the Royal Bastards MC.
Movement at the end of the bed reminds me that my walk of shame is being blessed by my best friend, Allura. My face heats with embarrassment.
“Must’ve been good by the red on your face. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush,” Allura teases me, the bitch.
“Go away.” I groan and turn onto my side and come face to face with the man who honored my request last night. “Both of you, go away.”
Sexy biker man smirks, making his dimple pop. He puts his hands behind his head, showing his abs, while the sheet barely covers his hips. I can see the outline of that monster through the sheet. “Nope.” He pops the P.
“Why not?” Confusion etches my voice as I pick my head up and glare at him.
“’Cause, sweetheart, you’re in my room.” He shrugs his shoulders. I take in his profile from the smirk still lingering on his handsome face, down to his chest muscles that are covered in tattoos, to the delicious V leading to a promise land that, by the way my thighs ache, can definitely deliver.
“Well, close your eyes or something.”
He cocks an eyebrow and stares right at me. “Why?”
“So I can get dressed.” God, does he have to be a dick? I’d roll my eyes if it didn’t hurt.
“Woman, I’ve seen you naked. I’ve had my tongue, my fingers and my dick in all your intimate places. No need to be shy now.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “By the way, name’s Wolf,” Sexy biker man smirks again and keeps his blue eyes on me.
I huff and yank the covers off the bed, wrapping them around my body. Wolf doesn’t move. Just lies there with his hands behind his head, his naked body on display for anyone to see, and a grin on his face.
“Dang, girl. You gonna be able to ride home today?” Allura asks, not taking her eyes off Wolf’s massive package. It’s only semi-hard and it makes me want to jump him again. Even if he’s acting like a dick.
“I’ll be fine,” I snap. Snatching my clothes off the floor, I stomp into the bathroom and slam the door.
After relieving myself, getting dressed, and making my long black hair presentable, I open the bathroom door.
Allura is leaning against the dresser with her arms over her chest and a smile on her face.
Wolf, thankfully but disappointingly, is fully dressed.
He has on dark jeans, a white t-shirt, and his Royal Bastards cut.
God, I hope this doesn’t affect Allura and me rising through the ranks in Royal Harlots.
“Ready?” I ask Allura.
“Ready.” She responds, handing me my cut. I slide the leather on, and it fits perfectly against my body.
“Oh fuck. Really?” Wolf barks out, running his hands through his dark hair.
“What’s the problem?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Fuck. Nothing. Come on. I’ll walk you out.” Wolf’s cocky attitude fades away and there's panic on his face.
“Hold up.” I put my hands on Wolf’s chest to stop him from opening the door.
“Wolf, what’s the problem? Are you in trouble for having sex with me?
” The sheer panic on his face sends warning bells through my head.
“Wolf, listen. We didn’t do anything wrong.
Two consenting adults having fun. What’s the problem? ”
Wolf releases a deep breath and scrubs his hands down his face. “You’re off limits. I’ve fucked up. Fuck.”
“What the hell does that mean? Why are we off limits?” My voice raises a few octaves.
“You are off limits. Not your club.”
“What the fuck? Why?”
“I don’t know. My Prez warned me you were off-limits last night. I didn’t know who you were. I’m so fucked.”
“Wolf.” Allura steps forward, her voice calm.
“Here’s what we’re going to do if anyone asks.
Calypso and I are going to head out before you.
You bump,” she air quotes bump, “into us in the hallway and walk us out. If anyone asks, we both got shit faced and couldn’t ride home so we crashed in one of the empty rooms together.
No one ever has to know you fucked my best friend’s brains out last night, several times. One and done. Can you handle that?”
The panic on Wolf’s face fades away the more he listens to Allura. She has that effect on people, hence her road name.
“Ok,” Wolf cracks his neck side to side and the cocky confident mask slips back into place.
“Let’s do this. Calypso, while it was a fantastic night welcoming me home with your delicious body, this cannot happen again.
I’ll have plenty of memories to get me through for a while.
” Wolf taps the side of his head and winks at me.
My face turns three shades of red, and I huff while my former best friend for the moment laughs behind me. “Thanks. I think.”
I straighten my shoulders, hook my arm through Allura’s, and together we sneak out of Wolf’s room. We reach the top of the carpeted stairs, trying to be quiet when Wolf’s door slams shut.
“Ladies, are you lost?” Wolf’s voice booms, and I cringe. We descend the stairs, and a bunch of Royal Bastards are up and around, eating breakfast or drinking coffee. Their eyes are on the three of us.
“No, we’re just leaving,” I respond, playing along.
“Here, let me walk you out,” Wolf answers loud enough for everyone to hear, not missing a beat.
“Thanks.” I act like I’m reading his cut. “Wolf. Appreciate it.”
He walks us out to our bikes and I’m sad we’re leaving him, worried he’ll be in trouble and happy to have someone finally give me what I’ve needed instead of selfishly taking what they want to and not giving a fuck about what I want.
“Calypso,” Wolf says my name, stopping me from putting my helmet on. He taps the side of his head and gives me a wink. “Thanks for the memories.”
“Fucker.” I grin while strapping my helmet on.
I know I’ll be using these memories for a while myself.
I fire up my bike and roll out of the Royal Bastards Clubhouse with Allura next to me.
I look in my side mirror and spot Wolf watching us drive off.
His Prez comes out, slaps Wolf on the back, and they go inside.
His Prez didn’t show any hostility or anger toward Wolf, so I think he’ll be fine.
I throttle my bike, and Allura and I take off, leaving Royal Bastards behind us and not looking back.
We pull into the Royal Harlots Clubhouse forty-five minutes later and shut our bikes off. Duchess, our Prez, is standing on the porch with her hands on her hips and a pissed off look on her face. Oh shit. Does she know I fucked Wolf?
“Allura, Calypso, get your skinny bitch asses in Church now.” With that, Duchess spins on her heels and disappears inside.
Allura and I glance at each other. Allura shrugs her shoulders and dismounts her bike, takes off her helmet, letting her chestnut brown hair with blonde highlights cascade down her back. She hangs her helmet on the handlebars and turns to me. “Better go see what Prez wants.”
I dismount my bike, remove my helmet, and place it on my seat. We walk inside the clubhouse together. Allura and I have done everything together since freshman year in college. She’s the only one who knows about my condition, and I want to keep it that way for as long as possible.
Allura and I met in a Criminal Justice class, and we didn’t exactly hit it off in the best of ways.
Actually, I wanted to beat her ass for flirting with my man at the time and when it came down to trading blow for blow with her, my then boyfriend decided to parade his many whores in front of me.
I didn’t realize it then, but Allura, also known as Alesha in college, was protecting me from him.
In a roundabout way she helped me realize his infidelity, and I’ll forever be grateful.
We teamed up and instead of fighting each other, like he thought we would, we turned on him and kicked his ass and the skanks he had hanging off him who tried to interfere.
After that, we were both kicked out of the Criminal Justice program and college and found Duchess.
We joined the Royal Harlots and found our family.
Even though I love all these girls and will lay down my life for every single one of them, I’m ready for a change, and so is Allura.