Birthday Plans and Trail Dates

Savannah

I doubt anyone has ever hated the idea of their eighteenth birthday more than me.

The fact that this is my first birthday without my family is unnerving me. I was still in a coma when my mother’s birthday passed.

Dad’s and Morgan’s will be two weeks before their one-year mark, which is coming up faster than I’d like.

Sharing a birthday with a twenty-eight-year separation was always something we thought was really cool, my father and brother sharing that day.

Percy and I are close in birthdays too. Only a two-week and three-day difference.

The thought of the big eighteenth birthday used to make me so happy. I was getting tattooed from the jump.

I wanted so much damn ink on my skin, I begged my parents to let me get even a small tattoo for years, but they always told me no.

Now, it being within the week is making me sick. I’m having more anxiety than I normally get. I’m snapping off and catching an attitude with teachers.

I’m zoning out and catch myself in time before I start in with the damn freak show I got going on in my head.

Does it help that Damon has not shown up to school in the last two weeks and the only time we talk is the one text he sends at night with our ongoing song lyrics?

No. No, it doesn’t.

Moonpie and Sunshine haven’t shown up either and if I text Damon to ask what’s going on or if he is okay, he doesn’t answer.

Two in the morning and I’ll get a short text of a song and that’s it.

I’ve thought about showing up to biker country and busting down his damn door but when I got halfway across town, Darrion stopped me. Saying some shit about how it’s club business and he’s fine.

~He isn’t fine!~

I don’t know how I know, or if it’s the broken bits in my head just looking for something to fuck around with, but I can feel it. Darrion assured me he couldn’t say anything and Damon would be back soon, but I don’t like this.

Dane came to eat lunch with Percy and me once over the last few days. Telling me he missed me and Damon was indeed okay.

On the following Saturday when I left my group therapy, Daxon was outside waiting.

“Daxon? What’s up?”

My jacket being pulled on and my hair tied back with the new fall weather.

October is normally my favorite.

But like everything else in this life.

Shit changes.

“I was just riding by. Getting pretty cloudy, don’t you think?”

Daxon was flirting, no mistaking it.

We do this flirty little back-and-forth, but not without Damon. I only kept it up, for one, to get my Angel all pissy and possessive since I find it hot as hell. And two, I’m a huge flirt!

But now, things are different. Damon and I are together and officially dating. He may be on some club shit out of town, but he still is my Angel.

The lean Daxon held against the bike was now this cocky flex he was showing off.

I didn’t notice at first, but his shirt was a size too small, making it drift up on his jeans to show this v-line and a dusting of hair to his man patch.

His piercings all matched in a flat black color that brought out his eyes and the gloss in his dark hair.

He was actually trying to fuck me.

“What’s going on?” My hip out and my hand in place, I wagged my finger through the air to show what I was talking about.

His body. The flirting. The obvious sext-up he had done to himself.

“Nothing yet. Wanna go for a ride?”

His head jutted to the side to make me look at his bike and the space he held for another rider, and how fortunate it was that his saddlebag was open showing lube—and condoms.

~Magnum XL~ at that.

~I’m not a cheater! I just noticed it, okay!~

Laughing aimlessly, I couldn’t believe what Daxon was doing. I thought he knew it was for fun to pick at Damon. He was actually trying to talk me into taking a ride, alright.

Glossing my lips in a sexy smirk and the sway of my hips as I sauntered over to the second oldest of the Henley brothers, I let my hands rest at his chest.

Palm out, laying flat over each of his pecs, my knee drifted along the outline of his thigh.

“How’s about that raincheck, babe?”

Daxon leaned in, eyes locked on my lips.

A teasing roll of my eyes and a click of my tongue to play hard to get.

“How about”—working in sync with my knee colliding to his dick and balls, I twist his nipples into a purple nurple and scream—“NOT, you sneaky, untrustworthy, dirty bitch! I am DAMON’S girlfriend! I’m telling him! I’m kicking your ass then I’m calling him!”

Curled over from the impact of my knee sending his balls to his chest cavity, I keep my attention on his nipples believing wholeheartedly that I can and will rip them from his damn chest.

He yelps and breathlessly tries to speak but all he can manage to do is gag.

“I hope your nuts turn blue! How could you even try that, Daxon? I get I’m fine as fuck and we flirt, but you have to have known Damon is the only one I have eyes for!”

People pass by and give us looks like we’re crazy, but I don’t care. Never have and I never will. I am not letting this go.

“Get the fuck up! I’m kicking your ass.”

I let go, making him fall to the ground in a ball with one hand on his dick and one holding his nips in place.

Reacting over and over, “Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow,” like he is a little kid that fell off his bike.

Loud howls like laughter rip from behind me, causing me to turn around. Five boys hold on to their sides crying and laughing.

Dane on the ground mimicking Daxon. Damon trying to walk towards me but keeps falling apart every time Daxon yells out another “Ow!”

Darrion is bent over with his ass facing me, hands on his knees laughing.

Moonpie and Sunshine take pictures while their faces brighten from laughing.

I have no idea what’s happening, but the throttle of two motorcycles coming through and driving off in a flash just raised more questions for me.

“What’s going on?” I ignore the rest of them and focus on Damon.

Happy to see him, but pissed off that I feel like this is just one big joke and he didn’t even tell me he was back in town or going out of it to start.

“For fuck’s sake, Shortcake.” Damon picks me up by my ass and kisses me. Laughing through each one before he gives me another and another.

“Stop laughing. She dislocated my tit! I can’t feel my nuts down here anymore! I need help! Get over here and help me!”

Daxon makes the boys burst apart with another fit of laughter.

Damon hugging me to his body, I can feel him smell my hair. His deep inhales at my neck make him calm down.

“You kicked his ass, baby. Fuck! You almost made me believe it, you did it so good.”

Damon looks at me with sheer pride in his eyes, like I just won the heavyweight belt or something.

Pushing out of his hold, I stomp my feet and cross my arms.

“What’s going on?” I growl out. My patience is gone from this little show they have orchestrated.

The laughter dies down. Darrion finally makes it to Daxon to check on his tit and balls. Dane pulls him to his feet while Moonpie and Sunshine step away to give us some space to talk.

Damon holds his smile while he fills the gap between us.

Allowing him to pull me back in, but not enough that I unlock my arms, I look up at him with my best scowl.

“Baby, don’t be mad. I couldn’t tell you before, it’s the rules.”

As if that explains anything.

“Start talking,” I growl again.

I’m relieved Daxon wasn’t serious, but I am not okay with getting my loyalty tested, especially since I never gave a reason for him to not trust me.

“To be with me, in the eyes of the club, you have to pass a trial period. You have to be tested to prove yourself worthy of the club. That was the first one. Now I can tell you about it.”

We both look at Daxon, still on the ground with his hand cupping his junk, but now his pants are open and his hand is shoved in his boxers.

“I’m being tested because I’m a Madis? One that made them think I would cheat?”

Damon’s smile slips.

“No, baby. All Lunas are tested. Not in the same way, but all have to go through this. You passed. Smile for me, Vannah, I missed you.”

His nose draws up my cheek. The cold touch of the metal in his bullring feels almost wet.

“I’m a little annoyed, but I missed you too.”

I tilt my face so we can kiss some more.

I don’t smile. I make it a point to never smile if a male tells me to. I normally snap my jaws like a rabid dog to just get them away from me, but I’ll let it slide this once for my Angel.