Blood & Bones - Rev (Blood Fury MC 8)

Only moving her eyes—because everything else was on strike—her gaze swept the empty bed.

Rev’s bed.

She shot up so fast, she groaned again and slapped a hand to her forehead to keep her brain from spinning like one of those old rotor rides at a carnival. The kind of ride that spun the hell out of you, the centrifugal force sticking you to the side before the floor dropped out.

Yeah, that one. Where you risked losing a limb.

That was what her head felt like. Only, she wouldn’t lose a limb, she might lose her cookies.

If she had any. Her stomach was a deep, empty pit. Food would be a good idea to help with the hangover. Especially a big greasy breakfast like they served at Dino’s Diner. Unfortunately, they were about three and a half hours from Manning Grove and Rev was nowhere to be found.

Wait.

Did they have drunken sex last night?

She glanced down, relieved—okay, maybe not so relieved—to find she was still wearing his T-shirt over her sexy, silky PJs. Her effort to get him to break last night was foiled by his insisting on her covering up with the plain, boring cotton shirt. Along with them both getting stoned and drunk out of their minds.

She not only needed food to sop up the alcohol still surging through her veins, but a gallon of water to relieve her dehydration.

But first…

She slid her hand under Rev’s T-shirt and into her silky shorts to find herself bone dry down there, too.

She glanced around, looking for any empty condom wrappers.

None.

She didn’t know whether to be pleased he didn’t take advantage of her or disappointed. But then, if they had sex, she wouldn’t have remembered it. That in itself would’ve been disappointing. Because the first time she had sex with Rev, she definitely wanted to remember it.

That was right, she thought it: the first time. If it was up to her, it was going to happen not only once, but maybe a few more times before leaving Coatesville.

Doing it here, away from home, they could have a little fun without the risk of getting caught. And nobody had to know.

Only the two of them.

The problem was, she had to get Rev onboard with her plan. That meant tonight couldn’t be a repeat of last night, where both of them ended up passed out.

Moving as slow as a turtle, she leaned over, snagged her phone and hit the side button to light it up.

It was almost freaking noon! No wonder she was hungry.

She frowned at the flashing indicator that told her she had a text message. Opening up the text app, she saw she had several text messages. One from Tessa. One from Saylor. Two from her sister, but only one from Rev.

She read his first. B back L8R

Be back later?

That was sent around nine this morning.

“Oh shit,” she whispered. Did he go back to his parents’ house without her? Without someone along to keep him from committing murder when his dad acted like a dick and treated his only son like he was an unwanted nobody?

She typed a text back: Where are U?

Staring at her phone, she waited. Nothing.

She texted again. R U out getting food?

“C’mon, Rev, answer. Please don’t say you’re back at that house by yourself,” she murmured.

After a few more minutes without an answer, she sighed and tapped her phone on her bare thigh while she considered her options.

Besides showering. That was a given. Brushing off the fuzz that grew on her teeth overnight, too. That was a guarantee.

But between her cotton mouth and her hunger pangs, she really needed to grab something out of the vending machine by the office to at least tide her over before her body started eating itself. However, she couldn’t do it the way she was dressed. And without shoes or money.

When she stood, she threw her arms out for balance and waited until the room stopped rotating before heading back to her side of the connected motel rooms.

She yanked on his interior door and it didn’t budge. He’d locked it. She unlocked and opened the door, then tried her side and that was locked, too.

Huh.

She frowned. She left both doors open last night. Why would he lock them?

She grabbed her room’s keycard, flipped the hinge-y lock-y thingy to keep the exterior door in Rev’s room propped open an inch and to keep from getting locked out, and hurried over to her own exterior door.

She inserted the card into the slot and it blinked red.

What the hell?

She tried it again. Flashing red.

Did she have his room card by mistake?

She went back into his room and glanced around, not finding any other keycard. But what she did find was her backpack was no longer in her room where she’d left it. It was now sitting on the floor next to his. In his room.