Page 24 of Too Many Beds

Ashlynn Mills

Content warnings: dub con | sexsomnia | somnophilia | morally gray MCs

Chapter One

Oakley

“ What are your plans for the summer?” my roommate, Thomas, asks.

“No idea.” I shrug. “Maybe go stay with my mom in Florida.” My dad keeps calling me, but I haven’t answered because fuck him.

“That’s cool,” he finally says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Mason wants to take me to meet his parents this week and I’m a nervous mess over it.”

“I can tell by the way you’re manhandling that book. Sure hope you didn’t plan on reading it later.” I chuckle softly.

“I…” His words are cut off by the loud roaring of a motorcycle outside—more than one—and we both glance out the window as three hot as fuck, rugged bikers dressed in all black search the parking lot.

“Who the hell are they?” Thomas asks before I can.

“I don’t know. The answer to my porno dreams as far as I can tell.”

He elbows me in the side and we both erupt into laughter. When I look outside again, all three men are gone, leaving behind their bikes. The crowd they attracted remains too, looking toward the main entrance to the campus dorms.

“You think they’re visiting someone?”

“No idea. They sure as shit don’t live here. You think I could disguise myself as a helmet and they’ll take me with them?” I waggle my eyebrows.

“Yeah, definitely going to have to rely solely on your dreams for that one. Speaking of which, you’ve managed to stay out of my bed all month without needing the cuffs. Does that mean you’ve been cured?”

I huff. “That means I’ve been pulling all nighters, studying for finals, and napping during the day while you’re in class.” My meds have also helped lessen my anxiety from all the stress of this last semester of college.

I jump when there’s a loud banging on our door. “You have someone stopping by?” Thomas scoots back in his bed.

“No, you?”

“No, Mason isn’t supposed to be here for another hour.”

“Probably the wrong door then.”

When another knock comes and I finally open the door, all the air is pulled from my lungs. One of the tall, gorgeous bikers from outside stands in front of me. “Oakley?” the sexy brunet asks, lifting a brow. His eyes are a deep blue.

That’s when I notice his piercing, on his right eyebrow, catching in the light. There’s also a stud above his top lip and a ring hanging from his left nostril. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any hotter, he tugs back his sleeves to reveal an array of colorful tattoos.

Someone clears their throat from behind him. “Is it him, or did we get the wrong room again?”

“I don’t know. He has yet to answer my question. I think he forgot how to talk or something.”

Sighing loudly, a third guy steps forward, running a hand through his blond hair. My heart shoots up into my throat when he finally turns toward me. It can’t be, and if it is, what the hell is he doing here?

“Ambrose?” I finally manage.

“Yes, this is definitely the right door. Hello, Oakley. Long time no see.”

My heart beats faster, pounding against my chest. “What are you doing here?”

“We’re here to take you home.” Ambrose answers first, still acting so damn casual like he’s been in contact with me all this time when it’s been the complete opposite. It’s been two years since we’ve seen each other, and man, has he been hit with a major glow up.

“Home?”

“To your dad,” the brunet blurts.

“What? But I’m not going to my dad’s. I’m going to my mom’s.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so. Pack a bag and let’s get on the road before it gets dark. We have a long way to go,” Ambrose huffs out.

My best friend, who stopped talking to me after I went off to college, wants me to just jump on a motorcycle with him like everything’s good between us again. Like he didn’t spend all this time pretending I didn’t exist. I take a step back, shaking my head. “I’m not going with you. I haven’t even spoken to my dad in months.”

“Well then, this is the perfect opportunity for you two to catch up, isn’t it?” Ambrose smiles, leaning in closer. He always did have a great smile. One turn of his lips and he could convince me to do anything.

“He’s not going to come willingly.” The redhead reaches toward the back of his jeans and Ambrose places a hand on his wrist.

“Easy, Mitch. That’s not needed yet.”

“What’s not?” I try to look at where red has his hand, but the guy who hasn’t spoken for a bit grabs me by the chin, forcing my eyes onto his—sparkling sapphire. The only pretty thing about him. “Listen. We don’t want any trouble. We were sent here on a task, so either you come willingly or I knock you out cold and take you to my bike over my shoulder. Which will it be?” His fingers dig into my skin and the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

“I…I’ll come.”

“Good,” Sapphire eyes says. “I really didn’t want to have to use my good rope so early into our trip.”

Ambrose releases red’s wrist, shooting both of his friends a glare. “You can let him go now, Vance. No need to scare him when we’re supposed to be the ones keeping him safe.”

“Safe from what?” I ask, stepping back into the door.

Ambrose sighs. “It’s better we don’t talk about it here. Come on, I saw a diner down the road. We’ll grab a bite to eat and you can call your dad after.”

“Or I can just call him now.” I reach for my phone and Ambrose stops me.

“Not a good idea. In fact, I think you should leave that here. That way, if it’s tracked you won’t be here with it.”

My eyes widen. “Tracked?”

Vance huffs out a breath. “Enough with the fucking questions. We’ve already wasted too much damn time. Eating close by is no longer an option.”

“This is all insane.”

“You can call it whatever you want but it won’t change our circumstances. Now go back in your room, pack a bag, and leave your phone. We’ll be waiting out front. You got five minutes.” Vance’s expression hardens and he doesn’t blink once. The guy is fucking terrifying—definitely closer to my dad’s age than mine. Except, out of the two of them he’s the only one I’d be willing to call Daddy. Was he really going to put me to sleep? Was it going to be with those meaty arms of his? My cock twitches in my pants.

“Please, Oakley,” Ambrose begs. “Your dad wouldn’t have sent us here to get you if it wasn’t necessary. If you go to your mom’s you’ll be putting both your lives at risk.”

That last part has me nodding and quickly rushing back into my room, leaving the door cracked open. Who the hell did my dad piss off this time? It was the reason my mom left all those years ago—the threats against him were coming too close to her and me—but she was able to escape easier than I am. I’ll always be the son of the president of an MC club no matter what I do.

“Everything okay?” Thomas asks, tilting his head.

“Yeah. It’s fine,” I lie, tugging down a bag from my small closet. I shove the folded clothes on my bed inside. “My mom sent them to give me a ride home, so you and Mason no longer have to take me to the bus stop.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you after break. Have fun and let me know how everything goes with the future in laws!” I pat him on the shoulder and tuck my phone in a piece of rolled up paper to drop it into the trashcan on my way out.

I look around the room one more time, making sure I’m not forgetting anything, before walking out the door. All three guys are waiting for me outside, leaning against their bikes, looking like extras from the damn show Sons of Anarchy .

“There you are. Here I was thinking we were going to have to revert to plan B,” Vance says smugly. “Here’s your helmet. You’re riding with Ambrose.”

Shuffling my feet, I take the helmet with shaky fingers and wait until Ambrose is straddling his seat before hopping on behind him.

“You going to be okay back there?”

“You forget, I’ve grown up riding on the front and back of bikes. This isn’t my first rodeo.”

“Just checkin’.” He winks, giving the bike some gas. “Hold on tight. Might take you a while to get used to riding something again.”

The other guys laugh, starting their engines. I jerk a little when Ambrose rolls the bike back, and wrap my arms tightly around his waist.

He looks back at me. “That’s not a hand rest.”

My cheeks heat when I realize what he’s talking about. One of my hands must have accidentally landed on his dick when I thought I was going to fall to my death. Sliding it up quickly, my face feels like it’s on fucking fire when the skin of my fingers comes into contact with his six pack. This is going to be one long-ass trip back home.