Page 7 of Laying it Bare Biker Style - Grayson

“Babies come early all of the time, Sage. Two weeks is nothing to worry about. You’ll be fine.” I waved as the two of them disappeared through the doorway. Then I blew out a breath. “Okay. I know I’m ready for some calm now. There has been way too much excitement for me tonight.” I leaned against the counter and shook my head. Between too many overzealous guys tonight at the bar and this, I needed to take a breather. But wow, poor girl was in for some exhausting work and more pain. I hoped her labor progressed quickly. “If you want to go be there for your friends, I can figure out something else to do tonight.”

Grayson stepped around the bar to me and wrapped me into his arms. “Thank you for what you did for Sage. You don’t even know her, but you jumped right in to comfort her.” He kissed the top of my head.

I shrugged. “It doesn’t hurt to be kind to everyone. Besides they’re not strangers; they’re your friends.”

“And Ryder will text me updates. He and Sage won’t really want anyone hanging around the hospital while she’s in labor. He probably won’t even text any of the other guys until after the baby arrives. We’ll go see them after the baby is born and they are a bit settled.”

“We’ll?” I guess he wasn’t kidding about the couples thing. I figured he was just that smooth. I wouldn’t admit it, but I was definitely planning to sleep with him – just not tonight – but I didn’t really expect anything more.

He leaned his forehead to mine. “Yes,we’ll. I was serious about you not being a one-night stand. Are you okay staying the night without Sage being here? I was counting on that being a buffer for you.”

“I think I’m just wound tight from this evening’s events. I’m not anxious about staying here with you.” Which was funny considering all the bad mouthing my dad did about bikers.

“I don’t want to raid Sage’s clothes without her permission. Although she moved a bunch of her skinny clothes – as she called them – into the closet in the baby’s room because she didn’t want to look at them while she was a whale. Her words not mine or Ryder’s.” I put up my hands in defense. “And I’m sure she would say yes, but I want to ask first. Would you be okay in one of my shirts and a pair of boxers? When I talk to Ryder next, I’ll see if I can search through Sage’s clothes for something else for you to wear.”

“That would work. I’ll be happy with anything that’s clean. I’d love a shower too to wash the bar shit from me.”

“You can use my bathroom. Do you want company?” He waggled his eyebrows.

“Not tonight. Is that still okay?” So far he hadn’t given me any bad vibes. But it didn’t hurt to keep testing the waters.

“You’re safe here with me, Princess.”

“You know I am actually confident about that. Can I go get that shower now?”

Grabbing my hand, Grayson led me down the hallway. Since we had been preoccupied when we had first entered the house, I didn’t get a chance to take in their living space until now. So as we headed down to his room, my eyes caught a quick glimpse of their living room and I was pleased to discover it, like the kitchen, appeared clean.

He stopped at the first door on the left and pushed it open. Once inside my eyes zeroed in on the king-sized bed along the back wall. I couldn’t answer why because no way was I having sex with him tonight. But I also wasn’t an idiot. I had no doubt I would be getting naked with him before my few days were up. Something told me he would be like no one I had ever been with and that he knew exactly how to treat a woman’s body. I believed he was the type to thoroughly pleasure a woman before he found his own release. So I was convinced there was no need to worry about leaving here unsatisfied like I had done on too many other occasions with past guys. Those thoughts had my nipples tightening and my pussy clenching in excitement and anticipation.Whoa. Gain a little control here. Not happening tonight.

Crossing to the opposite wall, he stopped at a dark wooden dresser and grabbed me a plain gray t-shirt and a pair of black boxers. Enough light trickled through the maroon colored drapes – which matched the comforter on his bed – covering his large window along the far wall, but he still clicked on the small lamp which sat on his nightstand. Strolling over to me, he handed me the items before continuing across the room to one of the other doors which I suspected opened into his bathroom. Pushing it open, we stepped inside. He had a huge shower that would easily fit two – I tucked that thought away for later because I was serious when I had hinted that I was interested, just not for tonight. I set the shirt and boxers on his large and surprisingly uncluttered vanity.

He grabbed a towel and washcloth from the closet and set them beside the clothes. Then he reached into the cabinet over the sink and snatched a toothbrush. “I figured you’d want to brush your teeth and I might be a guy, but you aren’t using mine.”

My face scrunched in disgust as a shiver raced down my arms. “No worries there. I’d use my finger or a washcloth, but never a stranger’s toothbrush.”

“Anything else you can help yourself to. Soap, shampoo, deodorant. And take as long as you want. I’ll grab a shower after you and then we can cuddle.” He shot me a wink before sauntering out the door, closing it behind me.

I stared at the slab of wood for a moment before shaking myself out of my momentarily fog. I was showering in a stranger’s house and then planned on sleeping in his bed, with him, but notwith him. But when I took inventory of my emotional state, I came up empty on anything resembling anxiety or fear. Now if my dad found out I was hanging out with a biker, he’d go ballistic. It wouldn’t matter to him that Grayson had saved me from a dangerous situation that had had the potential to get even nastier. Studying my reflection in the mirror, I ran my fingertip lightly across the red mark under my right eye which I hoped didn’t transform into a full-fledged black eye and then over my bruise and cut. If that bastard didn’t hesitate to inflict this on me; I didn’t want to even think about what else could have happened. My face still throbbed and my lip ached. I wasn’t sure if Grayson’s devouring of my mouth added to my lip’s discomfort or not. But I couldn’t find it in myself to care because the kisses had been mind-blowing.

After stripping out of my clothes and folding them neatly to set on the other side of the sink, I hopped into the shower. Even though he had said to take as long as I wanted, I quickly scrubbed the remains of the bad night at the bar from my skin and hair before rinsing and then turning off the water. Grabbing the towel I had hung on the shower door, I wrapped myself up in it for a few minutes before drying off. His deodorant was in the cabinet above the sink so I rolled some on and then tugged on the shirt and boxers – tying the waistband into a little knot to tighten them around my waist – and hung up my towel and washcloth. Finding a brush in the top drawer of the vanity, I ran it through my hair.

When I stepped back into his bedroom, I was surprised to discover it empty. It wasn’t like I had expected him to invade my privacy while I was showering, but with the way he liked to tease I figured he’d be lying on his comforter, sprawled out and would have some cocky comment about luring me into his bed slip from his sexy mouth. Pushing that image out of my head, I set my pile of dirty clothes on the corner of his dresser along with my purse and then stepped out into the hall to search for Grayson.

When I stepped into the living room, he twisted his head in my direction and shot me a grin. “Do you feel better?” Rising from his seat on the couch, he crossed the room and stopped in front of me. “You can chill on the couch while I shower or snuggle in my bed and wait for me to join you. I won’t be long.” Ducking down, he took a long sniff of my hair, before brushing his lips over the damp strands. “And I think I like you smelling like my shower stuff.” Returning to his towering height, he lifted his hand to gently run the back of his fingers along the bruise on my cheek. “I wish you would’ve allowed me to beat the fuck out of him for this.”

“I think you kicked his ass plenty.” Even though the asshole deserved it; I didn’t like watching it. So while Grayson dished out more violence than I felt comfortable with; the fact that he had stopped when I had asked him to went a long way in pushing his brutality from my mind.

He studied my face for another moment. “It’s no secret I have to be aggressive and vicious sometimes, but when it can be helped I won’t do it in front of you. But know this; I never use this brutality on an innocent.”

“I know you wouldn’t. I’m just not comfortable witnessing it. But I promise I’m not judging you for it.”

His eyes studied my expression for a moment before he nodded. Then he swiped his lips gently across mine before taking my hand. “I’m taking the couch choice away. I think I want you waiting in my bed for me. Is that okay?”

“I’m going to end up there anyway.” I shot him a teasing grin. “But my clothes stay on.”

“I could give you multiple orgasms and sink deep inside of you without removing those clothes.” His lips curled into a devilish smirk. “But I won’t do anything until you want me to. And then I’ll make you regret not giving in sooner. But not tonight. We still need to get to know one another first.”

A giggle slipped from my mouth. “The bullshit around here is getting really deep. This keeps up and you’re going to need a shovel and a truck to haul it away.”

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