The Bikers Sin. The Sinful Riders Book One

stupid decision

Griff lent up against his bed in his room above the clubhouse, slowly working his way through the six bottles of Jack he kept there. The food he had brought up has been eaten ages ago. He had no idea how long he had been there, self medicating, and he didn't really care.

He was drowning his sorrows and that was it.

He knew that he had fucked up, and no matter how he tried to figure out a solution he just couldn't. Maybe it had to do with all the alcohol but maybe it was just because he had never had to think hard about winning a girl before, let alone winning his girl back after fucking up.

His head fell back onto his bed as he remembered the last time Gin had been in it. He had never allowed anyone else in his room, but somehow having her here always felt right to him. They never had sex, obviously, but he loved having her sleep next to him at night. The subtle torture of it was almost euphoric. Having her in his arms but not being able to give her any more till he sorted that fucked up situation almost killed him, but he wouldn't allow that to keep her from him.

He had never allowed that bitch, Mags, in here. She was good for a fuck but he had hated the bitch, had for almost the whole time that he knew her. It wasn't just coz he had fallen for Gin, but the way she made little snarky comments about people then try to play it off as a joke.

Sure her pussy was amazing but her attitude made her ugly.

If he had known about that before he agreed to her fucked up idea, it would have solved a lot of problems as he never would have gone therein the first place.

But then again he never would have given Gin the time of day in the first place.

And for that, and only that, he was grateful to Mags. But if he could have a do over he would never have touched the bitch.

He would have stayed the fuck away from her and her toxic attitude.

She had started trying to get her arse welcomed in here once claiming it would be easier for them if they were both there already rather then go all the way to hers, but he shut that down quickly. He didn't want to have her in his room, and if they had kept it to only her place then he wouldn't have to burn everything he owned when he finished with her. At that time he wouldn't have let anyone in here. He hated when people touched his stuff. It made his skin crawl thinking others had slept on the same sheets as him leaving god knew what behind.

That was why him did his own laundry. He supposed he was a germaphobe, at least where his room was concerned.

But when he and Gin had come back to the club house one night after a particularly amazing date, some bitch had walked into her, covering her in beer, he hadn't hesitated taking her to his room to let her use his shower. The thought of her being in his personal space hadn't even fazed him at all. And when she had walked out of his small bathroom in one of the shirts that he had given her to change into, he had to force himself to remember they had to wait. That he wanted to be able to say he was only hers. She had been sexy as hell, with her bare legs on display and all he wanted to do was rip that offending shirt off of her and fuck her till she blacked out.

And he hated knowing that he had left her sleeping in his bed that night, and gone to Mags to end things only to end up with his dick in her again.

But now he didn't think that he would ever get the chance to even touch Gin again. He'd never get to play with her hair as she slept on his arm. Never get to cup her cheek and get the most beautiful smile back. Never hold her in his arms again and feel at peace.

Everything was so fucked up. And he could only blame himself.

He jolted when he heard a knock on his door. He must have passed out briefly. When he went to move a pain shot through his whole body. Serves him right for passing out on the floor, he supposed.