Page 35 of Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC 1)

Ryker undid his pants. “After you eat, you can go back to bed and rest.”

He got in the shower with her, wearing his boxer briefs. He turned her around to face him, glancing down at her body.

“Your stitches are going to get wet and cause an infection.”

“I’ll risk it.” He kissed her forehead before reaching for the shampoo.

His fingers massaged her scalp as he worked the product into her hair. The soft rubbing motion against her head had her relaxing to the point she nearly fell asleep on him. He held her head as she leaned back into the spray, letting the warm water wash away the suds. Ella gripped his arms to keep herself from falling, though she was fairly sure he wouldn’t let her.

“Did you wash your body?” Ryker asked once her hair was clean. He squeezed the excess water from it before meeting her gaze.

“Yeah.” She wasn’t sure she could handle his hands all over her.

He turned the water off and shifted her to the bench in the stall while he got out to grab a towel. He’d kept mostly dry, she noticed. She laid her head against the tile, waiting for him to come back.

He lifted her so that she stood and wrapped a soft towel around her body. She felt like a child while she let him dry her off. She didn’t have any clothes picked out and wasn’t even sure she could find something to wear.

“I’m surprised you’re willing to take care of me.”

“Why?” He tucked the towel at her breasts and met her eyes.

“Most guys aren’t.”

He snorted. “What do you know about most guys? I’m the only one you’ve ever been with.”

She pursed her lips as he lifted her into his arms again to carry her back to the bed. “How do you know? I could have had a thousand lovers between then and now. I haven’t seen you in a month.”

He laid her on the bed and arched an eyebrow. “A thousand? When would you have time to work yourself to death?”

She closed her eyes and smiled. “Okay. You’ve got me there.”

“Plus, I may not have seen you, but I keep tabs on you. No lover but me.” He moved away to sort through the food that had been delivered.

“You keep tabs on me?”

“I’ve always kept tabs on you. Ever since the biker rally when the dickwad came on a little too strong.” He handed her a biscuit. “If you want more, there’s plenty.”

She propped herself up and opened the paper surrounding the biscuit. “Would you be mad if I had another lover?”

He didn’t look at her. “You can do what you want.”

“Somehow, I doubt that.” She bit into the food, taking small bites so it didn’t scrape her throat when she swallowed. “Are you ever going to tell me what happened?”

“About what?” He sat on the couch with his own food.

“I don’t know. You could start with the drugs and finish up with how you got stabbed.”

He didn’t say anything for a while, choosing instead to eat. She noticed something in him had changed. But he didn’t like talking about the club with her. In some ways she understood why, but at the same time, she knew virtually nothing about him.

“Okay, can you at least tell me you won the fight?”

He smiled at her. “Yeah. I won.”

She ate a few more bites. “I was scared that they were going to find you OD somewhere in a dark alley.”

He didn’t say anything and it pissed her off. She shook her head and lay back against the pillows, deciding she didn’t have enough energy to keep up the conversation. He was elusive and she was tired.

To her surprise, he packed up his breakfast and walked around the bed, climbing onto the other side of the mattress. She stared at him as he laid everything out before him.

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