CHAPTER ELEVEN
Aggie
I blink owlishly, adjusting to the light streaming in from the top of the blinds as I come to the realization I'm not in my dorm bed.
My heart hammers in my chest when I realize where I am—Jolt's bed in his trailer.
The events of the night before play through my mind, and I can feel my cheeks heating up as I remember how we got here.
It wasn’t supercharged sex, lust, or anything else that got us in this bed together.
It was romantic, like something you’d see in the movies.
Shifting carefully, I study his sleeping form.
He's shirtless and on his side, one arm tucked under his cheek, revealing the rich ink adorning his arms.
His chest rises and falls with even breaths, his dark hair in disarray around his face.
He's even more handsome in sleep than he is when he's awake—if that's even possible.
A grin curls its way onto my lips as a naughty idea crosses my mind.
I mean, what's the harm in waking him up in the best way possible, right?
I slide out from under the covers, trying my best not to wake him, and pad my way to the adjoining bathroom.
I take a quick trip to the loo and then wash my hands before coming back to his bedroom.
Jolt's still fast asleep, oblivious to the mischief I have planned.
Positioning myself at the end of the bed, I take a deep breath, my heart pounding.
Slowly, so I don’t wake him, I slide my leg over his body and straddle him.
He stirs but doesn’t wake, so this is as good a cue as any to keep up my shenanigans.
With a mischievous grin, I glance down and spot his boner creating a tent under the sheets.
I pull back the covers carefully, not wanting to wake him, and shimmy down his boxers slightly until there’s no barrier between us.
I guide his hard dick to my entrance and slowly sink down, knowing all too well he won’t be asleep for much longer.
Biting my lip, I rock up and down.
His eyes snap open, and he groans, his face scrunching up in pleasure.
"Fuck, Ghost," he moans, his hands going to my hips. "This is a hell of a way to wake up."
"Good," I snicker, grinding my hips against him, loving the way he fills me up. "I aim to please."
I begin bouncing up and down, picking up speed as Jolt starts to liven up.
His hands move to my breasts, squeezing my perky mounds as I ride him.
His thumbs flicked at my nipples, and I can’t help but throw my head back in ecstasy.
He knew exactly which of my buttons to push, and damn, he was pushing them.
"Jolt," I moan, my body burning with glorious pleasure. "Oh, fuck, right there."
He doesn’t verbally respond, but physically.
Jolt picks up the pace, meeting me thrust for thrust, our bodies slapping together like we’re giving a round of applause.
My orgasm builds deep inside me, and I know it won’t be long before I’m unravelling around him.
"Fuck, Jolt!" I cry, leaning down and digging my nails into his chest. "I'm close, I'm so fucking close!"
"That's it, baby," he growls, his grip on my hips tightening even more. "Come for me, Aggie. Show me what I do to you."
And with those words, I completely shatter apart, my pussy clenching around him as I come harder than I ever have with him.
My whole body trembles with the force of my climax.
Jolt's grunts and curses are music to my ears as I feel him follow me over the edge, his hips jerking beneath me as he joins me in ecstasy.
I roll off him and collapse against his side, my head resting on his chest.
He strokes my hair soothingly as we both catch our breath.
"That, Ghost," he pants, "was one hell of a wake-up call."
I smirk and slide off the bed, sauntering toward Jolt's ensuite bathroom.
The cool air against my naked skin sends a delightful shiver down my spine.
Jolt calls out, his voice still husky from sleep. "Where you goin', darlin'?"
I glance over my shoulder, catching his deep green eyes roaming appreciatively over my body.
I’m about to answer when he cuts me off.
"Wait!" he exclaims, sitting up abruptly. "I don't wanna know if you're takin' a shit."
I roll my eyes, unable to suppress a laugh.
"You're such a child, Jolt. I'm getting in the shower." I pause at the bathroom doorway, arching an eyebrow. "Care to join me?"
His face lights up with that infectious grin of his. "Darlin', you don't have to ask me twice!"
I step into the bathroom, my heart racing from what we just did.
As I hear Jolt scrambling out of bed behind me, I can't help but be surprised at how quickly this man has wormed his way under my skin.
I turn on the water and surprisingly it shoots out hot.
Back in Montana, we always have to give it a few seconds to warm up.
I waste no time sliding in, allowing the hot water to cascade over me.
Jolt steps into the shower behind me, his strong arms encircling my waist. “This is fuckin’ depths of Hell hot, Ghost.”
I lean back against his chest, relishing the feel of his skin against mine. “It’s what I like, so, if yer showerin’ with me you can tolerate it.”
Jolt chuckles, before his tone shifts. "Let me take care of you," he murmurs, reaching for the shampoo bottle.
I nod, closing my eyes as his fingers begin to massage my scalp.
The gentle pressure of his touch sends tingles down my spine, and I can't help but let out a contented sigh.
Jolt asks, his voice low and intimate. "Feels good?"
"Mmm," I respond, unable to form coherent words.
As he works the shampoo through my hair, I find myself melting into his touch.
It's not just the physical sensation—there's something deeply nurturing about the way he's caring for me.
A lump forms in my throat as I realize how starved I've been for this kind of tender attention.
Jolt instructs softly, guiding me under the spray to rinse my hair. "Tilt your head back."
Once my hair is clean, he reaches for a loofah and begins to gently scrub my body.
His touch is almost worshipful, as he traces the curves of my shoulders, the line of my spine, the swell of my hips.
"You're so beautiful, Aggie," he murmurs against my ear.
I swallow hard, fighting against the surge of emotion his words evoke. "Jolt, I..."
"Shh," he soothes, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "Just let me take care of you."
As his hands continue their gentle exploration of my body, I'm hit with a startling realization.
I'm falling for him.
Hard.
The thought terrifies me, but I can't deny the warmth blooming in my chest.
When we finally step out of the shower, I feel both refreshed and slightly overwhelmed.
Jolt wraps a fluffy towel around me before grabbing one for himself.
I stand in front of the mirror, running a brush through my tangled hair, when Jolt appears behind me.
His eyes meet mine in the reflection, and the intensity of his gaze takes my breath away.
"You're looking absolutely gorgeous."
I roll my eyes, trying to deflect. "Ye can stop with the compliments now, you know. You've already got me in yer bed."
Jolt's expression turns serious. "I'm never gonna stop telling you how beautiful you are, Aggie. You deserve to hear it every damn day."
His words hit me like a punch to the gut.
Suddenly, I'm that little girl again, desperately craving praise and affection from a father who only knew how to hurt.
I blink rapidly, fighting back tears.
"Thank you," I manage to whisper, my voice thick with emotion. "I... I should get dressed. I have classes today."
Jolt nods, seeming to sense my need for space. "All right, darlin'. Go out there and kill it in class, yeah?"
I force a smile, grateful for his understanding.
As I turn to leave the bathroom, I can't shake the feeling that something intense has shifted between us.
And despite my fears, I'm not sure I want to go back to the way things were in the beginning.
Luckily, I brought a bag with me last night in case I did end up staying the night, so I changed into my new clothes and am ready for the day.
I step out of his trailer, the morning sun already beating down on the Las Vegas pavement.
The weight of my backpack feels heavier than usual, filled with textbooks and my clothes from last night, I head up to the gate.
It’s not long before an Uber is picking me up and then I’m on campus, being dropped off in front of the lecture hall.
As I make my way across the grounds, the familiar buzz of college life surrounds me.
I slide into my seat for my first class, Cryptography and Network Security, my mind still half-lost in the memories of this morning.
"All right, class," Professor Chen's voice cuts through my thoughts. "Let's dive into public key infrastructure."
I force myself to focus, my pen flying across the page as I take notes.
Despite my earlier distraction, the material comes easily to me.
It's like puzzle pieces clicking into place, each concept building on the last.
Three classes and two quizzes later, I'm practically floating as I head to meet Sienna at our favorite cafe on campus.
My bag is lighter now, filled with graded papers sporting bold red 98s across the top.
The rush of pride I feel looking at those numbers reaffirms that I've made the right choice with my degree.
I spot Sienna's familiar jet black hair at our usual table, a spread of Mexican food already waiting.
She grins, pushing a plate of tacos toward me as I sit down. "There's my cybersecurity genius!"
I can't help but smile back. "Don't jinx it. But yeah, I'm kicking ass."
Sienna leans forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Enough about school. Spill the tea about the wedding! And don't think I didn't notice you've been MIA since you left for it."
I take a bite of my taco, buying time as I consider how much to share. "The wedding was... intense. Beautiful, but intense. Jolt and I, we..." I pause, feeling a blush creep up my neck.
Sienna's eyebrows shoot up. "Oh my god, you hooked up with him again, didn't you?"
I nod, unable to keep the grin off my face. "Not at the wedding, mind you. We just slept together. But this morning..."
I trail off, the memory of Jolt's body against mine sending a shiver down my spine.
"Holy shit, Aggie!" Sienna squeals, drawing looks from nearby tables.
She lowers her voice, leaning in closer. "How was it? Is he as good as he looks?"
I laugh, shaking my head. "Better. It was... fuck, Sienna, it was amazing. But it's not just the sex. He's so... gentle with me. Caring. It's throwing me for a loop."
Sienna's expression softens. "That's a good thing, isn't it? You deserve someone who treats you well."
I nod, but I can feel the doubt creeping in. "Yeah, but... what if I'm gettin’ in too deep? This was supposed to be casual, just a bit of fun. Now I'm worried I'm developin’ real feelings for him."
Sienna asks gently. "Would that be so terrible?"
I stare down at my half-eaten taco, my appetite suddenly gone. "I dunno," I admit softly. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that kind of vulnerability."
Sienna sighs, leaning back in her chair. "I swear, after college, I need to find myself a good biker man. All this talk of Jolt is making me jealous."
I can't help but chuckle, grateful for the shift in conversation. "Aye, we'll make it our mission to find ye a good one. It'll be like searchin' for a needle in a haystack, but we'll get ye sorted."
"Promise?" Sienna's eyes gleam with mischief.
"Cross my heart," I reply, drawing an X over my chest. "We'll comb through every leather-clad, beard-sportin' bloke in Nevada if we have to."
We both burst into laughter, the tension from moments ago dissipating.
As our giggles subside, I find myself truly appreciating Sienna's friendship.
She's been a rock for me since I moved to Las Vegas, never judging, always supporting.
In a way, she’s like another sister to me.
Our chat continues, moving from biker fantasies to classes and campus gossip.
The sky outside the cafe windows gradually darkens, the warm glow of streetlights replacing the fading sunlight.
Suddenly, Sienna's phone buzzes.
She glances at it, her eyes widening. "Shit, I completely lost track of time," she mutters, hastily gathering her things.
"Everything okay?" I ask, concern creeping into my voice.
"Yeah, yeah," she says distractedly. "I just forgot I promised to help one of the girls at the house with a project. It's due tomorrow and she's freaking out."
I nod, understanding all too well the panic of upcoming deadlines. "Go on then, I'll clean up here."
Sienna pauses, looking guilty. "You sure?"
"Aye, it's no bother. Now get yer arse movin' before she has a meltdown."
Sienna flashes me a grateful smile. "You're the best, Aggie. I'll text you later!"
As she rushes out, I can't help but feel a twinge of loneliness in her absence.
Sienna really is a good friend, and I love hanging out with her.
I gather our trays, I can't quite shake the nagging desire to text Jolt, to hear his voice, to feel his arms around me again.
"Get a grip, Aggie," I mutter to myself, dumping the trash and stacking the trays. "Ye've got more important things to worry about than some biker, no matter how good he is in bed."
But even as I think it, I know I'm lying to myself.
Jolt has wormed his way under my skin, past my carefully constructed defenses.
And that terrifies me more than I care to admit.
I push through the cafe's double doors, the cool night air hitting my face like a slap.
The streets are eerily quiet, except for the distant hum of traffic and the occasional bark of a dog.
I hesitate for a moment, my eyes adjusting to the darkness.
"Right," I mutter to myself, squaring my shoulders. "Just a quick shortcut and ye'll be home in no time."
I turn down a narrow alley between two buildings, one I vaguely remember hearing about from one of the sorority girls.
It's supposed to shave ten minutes off the walk, but as I venture deeper into the shadows, doubt creeps in.
"Bloody hell, Aggie," I chide myself. "Ye couldn't just take the long way, could ye?"
The alley seems to stretch on endlessly, the darkness thickening with each step.
My heart rate picks up, and I find myself straining to hear any sound beyond my own footsteps.
That's when I hear it—another set of footsteps, just slightly out of sync with mine.
I whirl around, my breath catching in my throat.
A figure stands about ten feet behind me, face obscured by a hood.
My mind races, Da’s voice echoing in my head: "Always be aware of your surroundings, kiddo."
"Shite," I whisper, turning back and quickening my pace.
The footsteps behind me speed up too.
My inner voice screams at me to run, but I force myself to stay calm.
Don't panic , I think. Ye've been in worse situations. Just keep moving .
But my racing heart betrays me, and as I try to pick up speed, my foot catches on an uneven patch of pavement.
I stumble, arms windmilling, and hit the ground hard.
"Fuck!" I hiss, pain shooting through my palms and knees. "Ye stupid, clumsy bint!"
As I struggle to my feet, I can hear the footsteps getting closer.
Fear grips me, but beneath it, a familiar anger begins to simmer.
I straighten up, fists clenched at my sides, ready to face whatever comes next.
As I straighten up, a hand grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking me backward.
Pain explodes across my scalp, and before I can react, I'm slammed against something hard and cold.
The metallic clang combined with rotting garbage filling my nostrils tells me it's a dumpster.
"Fuck!" I cry out, stars dancing in my vision.
My attacker doesn't give me a moment to recover.
He grabs me again, this time hurling me against a chain-link fence.
The impact knocks the wind out of me, and I feel the rough metal digging into my back.
My heart pounds so hard I can hear it in my ears.
Fear and confusion war within me, but beneath it all, a familiar anger starts to bubble up.
I open my mouth to scream, but before I can, a voice I recognize cuts through the night air.
"Not so tough now, are you, Aggie?"
My blood runs cold.
I gasp, disbelief coloring my voice. "Trevor?"
He steps closer, and I can finally see his face in the dim light.
It's twisted with a mixture of rage and satisfaction.
He’s happy he’s doing this.
He’s getting off on causing me pain.
"What the fuck are ye doin'?" I scream, my Scottish accent thickening with anger and fear. "Have ye lost yer bloody mind?"
Trevor's laugh is cold and humorless. "Lost my mind? Nah, darlin'. I'm just takin' back what's mine."
I press myself against the fence, trying to put some distance between us. "Yers? I was never yers, ye delusional prick!"
"Oh, but you were," he snarls, closing the gap. "And you will be again."
My mind races, searching for a way out.
I think of Jolt, of the club, of all the strength I've found since leaving Billings.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself. "Trevor," I say, trying to keep my voice steady, "ye need to back the fuck off. Right. Now."
He just smirks, reaching for me again. "Or what, Aggie? What're you gonna do?"
As his hand comes toward me, and time seems to slow.
I can feel my heart pounding, hear my own ragged breathing.
But beneath the fear, that familiar fire ignites.
I'm not the same girl who left Billings. I'm stronger now. I'm a survivor.
"This," I growl, and I lash out with everything I have.
My fist connects with Trevor's jaw, snapping his head back.
For a moment, I feel a surge of triumph.
But it's short-lived.
"You fuckin' bitch!" he roars, his eyes blazing with fury.
Before I can react, he's on me, pinning me against the fence again.
The cold metal digs into my back as he presses closer, his breath hot on my face.
"You never did know your place. That’s your fucking problem!" he hisses, and I see a glint of metal in the dim light.
My blood runs cold as I realize he's pulled out a knife.
"Trevor, don't—" I start, but my words are cut off by a scream as he drags the blade from just below my jaw down to my sternum.
The pain is white-hot, searing.
He growls, but I barely hear him over the roaring in my ears. "This should teach you some manners."
Adrenaline surges through me, and suddenly, everything becomes crystal clear.
I won't die here.
I won't let him win.
With a strength I didn't know I possessed, I bring my knee up hard between his legs.
As he doubles over, I shove him away and scan the ground desperately.
My hand closes around a jagged rock, and I don't hesitate.
I swing with all my might, catching him on the temple.
There's a sickening thud, and Trevor crumples to the ground.
For a moment, I stand here, panting, the rock still clutched in my trembling hand.
Then reality crashes back in.
"Fuck," I mutter, stumbling away from Trevor's motionless form.
I need to get out of here.
I need... I need the club.
I need Jolt.
Fumbling with my phone, I order an Uber, then stagger to the nearest street.
When the car pulls up, the driver's eyes widen in horror.
"Miss, you need a hospital!" he exclaims, reaching for his phone.
"No!" I snap, my voice ragged. "Do yer damn job and take me where yer supposed to!"
As we pull away, I close my eyes, willing the tears not to fall.
I'm going home—to where I belong, the club.