Page 45 of April’s Fool

“I can drive,” she says, with more confidence in her voice as she straightens.

“Good, then let’s pack everything you want to take now.”

An hour passes as we gather all of April’s shit. Everything that isn’t big or heavy is packed into her car and Kayla’s. I didn’t realize how many shoes my wife had until she started stacking them into a duffle bag. She has every color of Chucks, both low-tops and high-tops. Not to mention the flip-flop collection.

When she tossed in the few pairs of heels and the knee-high boots, I cocked a brow at her, only to see her blush.

“I like all kinds of shoes,” she whispered.

Kayla joined in with a snort and revealed, “April doesn’t kinda just like shoes, she hoards them. Doesn’t let you borrow, and though she has a few heels, she’ll take all the Chucks and flip-flops she can find. Though she also likes Hey Dudes. But I can’t blame her there. I’ve got about twenty pairs myself.”

“That’s because you hate wearing shoes like I do. You’d wear slip-ons even in the winter if you could.”

“So, there’s nothing wrong with it. Besides, I have slip-on boots I wear during those months, or my moccasins that I put on.”

The banter between the two of them continued through the rest of the packing and loading of both cars. Kayla didn’t have much with her besides clothes and two boxes she left in her car.

By the time we finish, there’s only the big shit left to get out of the apartment, and I’d ask a few of my brothers to help me. I’m glad Torpedo stuck around to help. He told me he knew something was off with April when her phone kept buzzing and she refused to look at it.

I appreciate him being here today, and I know he’ll be a good addition to the club. The man’s been a prospect nearly as long as I have. He became a prospect about a month after me, so he’ll be getting his patch any time now.

“You ready to get out of here?” I ask, closing the trunk of her sweet ride.

“Yeah.” she huffs out a breath, then looks back at her apartment. “I’m ready.”

“I’ll get the rest out sometime this week. Take it to the house.”

“At least then we’d have some furniture,” she jokes, flashing me a mischievous smile.

Shaking my head, I tug her to me and dip down to kiss her, not caring who sees us.

April moans into my mouth, and I break away, knowing it’s not the time or place to take this further. Later, when I get her to my room, I’ll continue what we were about to start.

“Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here,” I tell her, sliding my hands along her spine until I reach her ass. Grinning, I slap an ass cheek and step back, enjoying the way her cheeks blush that pretty pink. “I want you following me. Kayla, behind you. Torpedo will take the back.”

My woman rolls her eyes, goes to the driver’s side, and opens the door. I wait for her to get in before heading to my bike. It’s time to get the hell out of here. The only time I want her to have to come back is when she’s got finals and then graduation. That’s it.

Chapter 22

APRIL

I kind of regret moving into the clubhouse without arguing. I should have protested or at least fought to go to his house.

There’s nothing wrong with being here. I like it, but I’m so sick of the dirty looks I keep getting from Venus and the other tramps like her. I don’t care what they do with their bodies or who they do it with, so long as they leave Fool alone.

Getting back to the clubhouse today after taking the last two of my finals, I should feel relaxed, but I don’t feel at ease at all. All I want is to curl up and binge something, maybe read a book, and settle my mind, something of that nature, but that doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen.

Not when I’m faced with Venus and two of her ‘friends’ stepping into my space.

“What do you want, Venus?” I ask with a sigh. I don’t have the energy for this shit.

Fool hadn’t gone with me to campus the last two days. I know he’s been dealing with my apartment, along with Hazard and a few others, moving all my stuff into the house. Not that there was much left, but they were also fixing anything that needed fixing, like nail holes and such.

Torpedo ended up going with me both days instead, along with Kayla. Her excuse was that she didn’t want to hang around the clubhouse with nasty-ass cum-bucket-tramps who kept breathing down her neck for no reason.

I didn’t blame her. They definitely think their shit doesn’t stink.

During my finals, though, they waited outside because the school did not allow anyone who wasn’t a student inside.