Page 8 of Laying it Bare Biker Style - Grayson

We walked down the hall and I crawled into his bed while he stepped into the bathroom.

Listening to the shower run, I lay there wrapped up in the sheets on a stranger’s bed, waiting for the weirdness to creep in. It wasn’t like I had never slept with someone I had met in a bar before. But I usually went on a date with them first. Although in my defense, I wasn’t sleeping with him tonight and we were getting to know one another just not through normal means like going to dinner or a movie. I was hanging out with him for a few days. But maybe going to dinner would be thrown in there as well. And no matter how much thought I put into the situation, things between us didn’t feel strange.

About ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened and his impressive frame filled the doorway. Clothed in only a pair of running shorts, shit did the man have a phenomenal body. I already knew that, but seeing it without clothing made the vision all the more striking. He crossed the room and crawled in on the other side of the bed.

“You don’t have to lay way over there on the other side. I was serious about cuddling. But it’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable.” He switched off the lamp.

I honestly didn’t believe I had anything to worry about. So I slid over next to him and gave him a smile. “I’m curious and want to experience these cuddling skills. Since I know you don’t practice them often.”

“Actually you’re my first.” His arm snaked around my waist and he drew my chest flush with his. “And so far I’m liking it. You’ll have to let me know how I do.” His lips curved into a devilish grin and his eyes twinkled with amusement. “Hey, do you want to text your dad that you’re with your other friend? That way you don’t forget.”

“I’m going to wait until he texts me tomorrow. It will be easier to sell the lie if it’s like I was so wrapped up in Maggie’s problem that I almost forgot about brunch. If I text him tonight, he’ll get suspicious.”

“You know him better than I do. I mean I’ve had some dealings with him when we’ve assisted the police, but you grew up with him. I know him well enough and if things work out between us; I’ll put forth the effort to get to know him better if he would be open to that. He doesn’t like me or my club. But maybe we can call a truce or something.”

“My father is difficult for sure. But we’ll see how things go with us before I clue him into anything. No sense enduring his wrath for nothing. It will be frustrating for me, but I’m sure he’ll make things incredibly difficult for your club. And I don’t want that. And I don’t want to talk about him anymore. He is going to be an issue, I have no doubt.” There was no question he would go berserk if he found out I was spending time with a biker. And holy shit; if I decided to date one. I’d have to plan some way to diffuse that situation before it exploded. But I had a few days to think on how to tackle that daunting mission.

“Well, then tell me about your mom. You have to get your beauty from her. And probably the personality too since your dad lacks one.”

His inquiry punched me right in the chest. Could this night get any more emotionally draining? I had experienced anger, frustration, fear, arousal, dread, and now grief took a violent swing. “She was beautiful. She had the most amazing heart. And she was always there for me. She was the best. But she died two years ago.” My chest tightened and my eyes grew watery. I missed her so much. And it was still so difficult to talk about her.

“I’m so sorry, Princess. I had no idea. Was it expected?” Grayson trailed his hand up my spine to rest at my nape, where he gently rubbed my neck muscles.

“No. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. She had stopped at a grocery store on her way home from work one evening and while she was checking out someone came in to rob the place. She got caught in the cross fire and was killed.”

“No wonder you don’t like violence.”

“And it’s hard knowing my dad puts himself in danger every single day. I was always proud of him for being a cop but after my mom died, I really started thinking about how easily something could happen to him too.” A few tears slipped down my cheeks. “I’d never admit it to him because it pisses him off; but I got a little bit of relief when the department starting accepting help from your club. That meant more manpower and also guys who aren’t afraid to get in there and get the job done, even if you do things outside of the law. Hell those violent criminals are outside of the law and have no remorse.”

With his free hand, he cupped my cheek and swiped away my tears with his thumb. “Make no mistake; I would never have remorse for ending the life of a thug who hurt an innocent. But I pride myself in the fact that we do our best to protect innocent lives, especially ones who can’t protect themselves. I will always be brutally honest with you. And I won’t sugar coat things either.”

“I appreciate that. Even if I’m sure I won’t like many of the things you have to say.”

“Probably not, but you’ll know they aren’t lies and I will also keep it as a need to know basis. Many things you won’t be privy too anyway.”

“I know I’ll definitely appreciate that.”

Tucking me into his chest, he kissed the top of my head. “Close your eyes and get comfortable and try to push those sad thoughts out of your head. Tomorrow we’ll go meet my best friend’s new baby girl. That should put a smile on your face, huh? Girls love babies, right?” His arms tightened around my waist.

But for some strange reason, it didn’t bother me at all. Instead, I curled right into him. “I do love babies. I’m not ready for my own, but I love snuggling other people’s.”

He didn’t respond, but I felt his smirk in my hair. I liked that I could tease the big tough biker guy. Maybe he would be worth the wrath of my dad and the ensuing battle it would bring. Wearing a content smile, I drifted off to sleep.

Warm strong hands and sizzling gentle kisses glided over my skin; the sensation causing me to arch into the hot as sin, rock solid body hovering over me. But before I could fully indulge in the incredible caresses spoiling my overdue, overheated body, my eyes snapped open. Damn it. Just a freaking mind-blowing wet dream.

Grayson grinned down at me with a knowing smirk.

“Why are you staring at me while I’m sleeping? Creeper much?” I huffed. He didn’t need to know he was the star in my erotic panty – no scratch that since I wasn’t wearing my panties, I was wearing his boxers – boxer melting dream.

“I’ll be a creeper any time a sexy hot girl is in my bed moaning my name.” His beautiful blue eyes – too gorgeous to belong to a biker – danced with amusement.

“I wasn’t moaning.” Denial was a lost cause as my skin heated and my cheeks grew hot. I scowled, hoping I could blame the blush on irritation not stimulation.

“You were and it must have been a hot wet dream.” He lightly kissed my warm cheek.

“It was probably a nightmare.” I was surethatwas believable. I inwardly rolled my eyes at my lame explanation.

“You normally moan when you’re scared?” His lips curled into a teasing smile.

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