Page 1 of Tied to You

Chapter One

TRAVIS

Rolling my eyes open, a faint light breaks through the cracks, burning the back of my brain. The pain is instant. A reminder that at twenty-five, I may not be old compared to some of the shitheads here, but my ability to recover after a heavy night is seriously getting worse.

I lift a hand to my face. There’s a dull, numbing drum, drilling behind my eyes. It sabotages my ability to fully recall what happened.

We handled business then everyone arrived at the clubhouse. That much I do know. After that, the memories are diluted by copious amounts of alcohol. Alcohol which—when I try to focus my gaze on my surroundings—clearly is still poisoning my blood. I feel like I’m going to puke my fucking guts up.

I don’t know why I still do it. Probably because it’s the easiest way to fill the void. The easiest way to pass the time. It’s not healthy, but not yet a problem.

Scoffing at my own self-pity, the toilet from the bathroom flushes, and I lift my head an inch off the pillow.Fuck. Too much fucking movement too soon.Who’s in there?I don’t remember spending the night with anyone. Not yet, anyway. I hear them washing their hands as I rest my head back down, noticing a black, lace bra hanging off the chair in the corner of the room. It’s a woman. That’s all I got so far.

I wait for the mystery person to walk out from the bathroom, all too aware of the smell of sex invading my nose. A bottle of lube sits on the bedside table.Jesus fucking Christ. What the fuck did I do? I pray to fucking God Tanya walks out from that room and not one of her friends. Been there. Got that fucking t-shirt hung nicely in the closet of; don’t fuck a randomstranger who thinks they want to fuck a biker. They get attached too quick, and before you know it, you’re contemplating moving to the other side of the world to live with your mate.

I’m spared that idea on two fronts. For starters, said mate is back tomorrow—not just a visit this time. It’s been too fucking long without him. The quiet nobody who left school not long after finding the club, sounded good the last time we spoke. And second, the petite, naked blonde who opens the door, smiles at me, knowing the drill.

I close my eyes, offering up a silent prayer.

“Same again tomorrow?” Tanya purrs.

The bed dips, and I peek an eye open.

Her bare tits dangle over me, and I lift my hand to her hip.

“Sorry,” she starts. “Not sure how that got there.”

Looking up, I see her G-string hanging off the frame of the bed. I look back to her, her eyes now meeting mine. “Your bra made it over there,” I say, pointing to the chair, my eyes flicking to her hardening nipples.

Tanya spins her head, a satisfied smile spreading wide over her face. “You have good aim.”

I raise a brow at her.

“You don’t remember stripping me before you had your way with me?” She pushes off the bed, walking to retrieve her bra.

No. But that sounds about right.

“Don’t worry. I’m not complaining.”

I feel my face uncurl at her words, then I watch as Tanya swiftly dresses, perching on the edge of the bed to put on her shoes.

“Whatdidwe get up to?” I nod my head towards the lube when she looks over her shoulder at me, fluffing the pillow underneath my head. My mouth tastes like cotton. I need water.

Tanya laughs as she zips up the side of her boot. “I’m not ashamed to say I’m experienced when it comes to fucking guys,” she stands off the bed, “but none of them make me come the way you did last night.”

I smirk at her not-so-subtle appraisal, still unsure of what itisthat I actually did.

“Word of warning, Travis, if I can?”

I dip my head, wondering what the fuck she’s going to say.

“Women don’t tend to let a man who can do what you do, go.” She mustsee my eyes widen for she giggles. “Don’t worry. You’re good…” I see her mind trail as she stares through me, her cheeks blushing, “very good, in fact. You’re just not what I’m looking for.”

Not that I want a relationship, but what the fuck’s that supposed to mean?

Grabbing her jacket, Tanya leans over me, her lips pushing against mine, silencing my thoughts. “Let’s just say, I’m not looking to dig my claws into a man like you, but I sure as shit want to fuck you again. You good with that?”

A man like me?