Acceptance

Waking up with Tripp is a calming deep inside of me. No matter how hard I try to stay awake, when I’m in Tripp’s arms I find the worries wash away as I drift off to sleep. This morning, I’m slightly unnerved. Tripp’s avoidance at answering questions about Tank last night lets me know something is going on. My anxiety is in overdrive about all the boys back home. I wanted to question him further when we settled in for the evening, but didn’t get any real answers. As he stroked my hair, the sound of his heart beating under me, and the comfort of his hold, I couldn’t stay awake long enough to push the issue.

Not much is said as we head out for the day. We cross into Kentucky. Instinctively, I know we’re headed to Bowling Green. We’ve met up with the boys of Heaven Hill MC before.

Pulling in, I see we are staying in a hotel that’s in their territory. Passing through on a run, our club has stayed here before. Getting off the bike, I stretch. My body is aching from the hours on the bike. We check in and shower.

Taking my cues from Tripp, I keep my distance. Really, I want to push him on the bed and ride him, giving us both the opportunity to release all the pent up frustrations and unshared emotions between us. He’s not showing any signs of being in that kind of mood. Instead, he seems restless, almost like a caged animal. Maybe that’s why he’s named Tripp, he doesn’t like when things get routine or common. I’ve become common to him and he’s ready for a change of scenery. I’m sitting on the bed as Tripp is staring out the window, when a knock at the door breaks our silence.

Going to the door, I open it to find Rex and Sass on the other side.

“Let’s go grab a beer, man.” Rex says as Sass nods her agreement. Tripp looks over to me. A strange look comes across his features before he agrees we need to get out.

We’re at a local dive. It’s a small, crowded bar and one that’s definitely crawling with Heaven Hill members. The space is full with pool tables to the right, a modern digital jukebox on the back wall between some dartboards. A few tables and a bar to the left, the restrooms are off the back wall, as well as, what I assume to be, their stock room.

Going straight to the bar, we order four beers. No taps here, take your liquor straight or your beer in a bottle the bar keep tells us. I like it. It’s small and a reminder of hanging out back home in one of the local places.

We aren’t there an hour and Rex is off with some barfly in the bathroom after we watched them devour each other openly for a good twenty minutes. At one point, I was sure Rex was going to take her right there in the chair. She came over to say hi, I never caught her name before he pulled her on his lap and started making out with her. Since her mouth was full of his tongue there was no point in asking her name, she wouldn’t be able to answer. Hell, the way they’re going at it, I’m surprised the bitch can breathe. That tongue ring of his must be fun to play with.