Iron Devils MC

5

I don't sleep for very long even though I was mentally exhausted, most of the time I don't sleep because as soon as I close my eyes it's an invitation for bad thoughts to plague my head. Sometimes on a loop the scenes will replay, never different always the same, like a movie I can't control.

It's tiring and the lack of sleep sometimes amplifies my bad moods, or it makes my other emotions heighten such as my sadness making me quieter, more reserved. I hate the latter the most, I would rather wake up riled than wake up feeling the need to overanalyse my own internal struggles that weigh so heavily.

It's 3am now. The house is quiet, and I start to feel my stomach rumble softly for something to eat. I can't even remember the last thing I had before coming here. So, I put on a cotton robe and some slippers that I'm guessing Maggie left for me and head towards where I think the kitchen is, hopeful that no one else is awake at this time.

I wander around and eventually find the kitchen, it's a little creepy being here alone right now there's big windows facing me ,all highlighting the darkness on the other side, all except the ones to my left. They face what I assume is the backyard of this house, there's light on but I don't see the source, I ignore it thinking maybe it's for some kind of security measure. Instead, I turn on a light and manoeuvre my way to the fridge to look for some snacks, I grab myself a yoghurt and sit on the breakfast bar to eat it.

I'm almost done when I hear a noise from outside, from the garden. I'm instantly alert. Is it a person? I quickly move to turn the lights off and throw away the yoghurt into what I hope is the trash can. Little by little I walk closer to the windows making sure to stay to the side of them as opposed to directly in front like some kind of idiot. I can make out someone, I move closer  trying to see who this is, what are they doing at 3am in the garden?

I'm at the windows now and I cannot see anyone, I'm about to leave and go back to bed when he comes into view, at least I think its him, I think it's the same guy that was staring at me today the one who had me so shaken, it has to be him unless there's other giants around this place. It's not even his height that makes me suddenly believe its him, it's a feeling I can't explain. Like an awareness. He comes closer to the source of the light, and I can see him. He's shirtless and Holy fuck he's ripped. Ripped, he has a 6 pack wait no I squint an 8 pack, chiselled to perfection. He's flipping a tire the sweat pouring down his huge upper body, I'm in awe at this display of sheer male perfection, I can't take my eyes away.

I suddenly wish I had a chair and some popcorn, maybe some water because I'm suddenly so thirty, so I can really enjoy my view, he's flawless, built like some kind of Adonis , like someone really spent their time making him. I hear him grunting as he flips the tyre and it does something to me , I'm sure I'm sending a tidal wave of pure sexual energy into the universe right now , I'm so aroused watching him . I feel like a little bit of a pervert knowing he can't see me appreciate him.  

He's got the biggest arms I've ever seen on a man like he's discovered the secret to muscle gain that no one else knows, I can just imagine him lifting me up and holding me tight to his chest, his chest that is currently giving me all the feels.

I don't know how long I stand there watching him , I'm making my way down past his sharp v line when I feel a shift in the atmosphere. Like prey I feel the predators sudden awareness of me . I look up past his 8 pack , his broad shoulders , his sharp jawline and then finally I feel caught. Caught in his eyes. He's no more than a few feet away now, watching me.

I blush and shift from foot to foot hopeful that the darkness will veil me , but I know it's not possible not when his eyes are burning into mine as if to say I see you. There's a smirk on his face and as if aware of the affect he has on me, he comes closer. I'm too stunned by his discovery of me to move but when I register that I'm about to be officially caught I run back towards my room.