Page 53 of Wicked Games

Chapter Seventeen

Travis

“Mmm,” Rowan groans as she throws her arms above her head in a stretch and I glance down at her. She arches her back, pressing her body against mine before she relaxes and opens her eyes, blinking up at me. Flashing me a sleepy smile, she snuggles closer and shuts her eyes again. “Morning.”

I pull her closer and release a sigh. “Morning.”

She pulls back, scowling up at me as she cups my cheeks and inspects my face. “Did you get any sleep last night, Travis?”

“I’m fine,” I tell her, pulling her back into my body. I’m fucking not fine but I would have been a hell of a lot worse if she hadn’t been here by my side. Fuck. I don’t even want to imagine the spiral I would have fallen into if I didn’t have her grounding me all night long.

“That’s not what I asked you,” she shoots back, arching a brow and I sigh. From the moment Piper opened that box and we all realized what was inside, Rowan has been my fucking rock and she spent hours last night, just lying in bed with me and telling me that what happened to Tawny wasn’t my fault. It was sweet of her to try and take the blame from where it belongs, firmly on my shoulders, but I know the truth and, according to the package we received last night, so does Warren.

After we read the second note from Warren, the one that made it clear he was gunning for certain members of the club, Blaze called Rodriguez. As soon as he showed up and took one look inside the box, he called in a whole damn team of people, including the medical examiner who took the head away to inspect it. If I didn’t know her death was my fault before, I sure as hell did after Rodriguez told us that Tawny’s tongue had been removed and in its place was the business card I had given her the morning Rowan and I stopped by her apartment.

I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do about all of this.

A part of me feels like Warren wants me looking for him. It feels like he has singled me out for some reason and he enjoys the game we’re playing as well as my growing frustration but sending Tawny’s head the way he did, feels like a clear fucking warning to stop looking into him and I would be stupid to ignore it. But how can I just abandon my club like that?

“Travis,” Rowan sighs, pulling my attention back to her and I shake my head.

“I’m fine.”

She lets out a huff of annoyance. “Again, not what I asked.”

“Sorry, Princess,” I tell her, sighing as I stare up at the ceiling and pull her into my body again and sigh, her presence once again comforting me. “My head is just all messed up.”

“Yeah, that tends to happen when you don’t get any sleep and can’t think clearly.”

I shake my head. “I’m fine, Rowan.”

“I swear to God,” she growls, swinging her leg over my body and climbing on top of me as she plants her hands on my chest and pins me with a glare. “If you tell me you’re fine when you’re so clearly not one more time, I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Yeah? What are you going to do?” I ask, fighting back a grin despite my somber mood. She scoffs.

“Like I’m gonna tell you my game plan.”

I grip her hips, loving the feeling of her skin underneath my fingers. “That sounds like the talk of someone who most definitely doesn’t have a plan.”

“Just try me, Broussard. I have to imagine that some of my pole moves would work just as well to take down a person.”

Well, fuck me.

“Now I’m intrigued.”

She grins. “You know what else you are?”

“What?” I ask, arching a brow as I search her face. She grins and leans down, letting her lips hover above mine and every cell in my body is screaming at me to close the distance between us. So I do. Thrusting my hand into her long, dark hair, I pull her down to me and seal my lips to hers. Sighing, she melts into my body and I resist the urge to fist pump in victory as my chest puffs out with pride. In my head, I’m the only fucking man who has ever made her feel like this and I’m a goddamn king as she wiggles her hips, rubbing against my cock. When she pulls away, her eyes meet mine, gray pools of desire, and she flashes me an indulgent little smile. “You were saying?”

Shaking her head, she crawls off of me and stands up next to the bed. “I think I made my point.”

“And what point is that?” I reach out and play with the bottom of her t-shirt, trying to lift it up to get a peek of the black lace panties she’s wearing and she swats my hand away.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

My gaze snaps to hers and I narrow my eyes. “I always finish, Princess, and so do you… multiple times.”

“Oh, I know,” she whispers, color staining her cheeks as she grabs her jeans off of the floor. “But we don’t have time right now. People will be waking up soon.”