Page 7 of Zeus's Ruin

CHAPTER FIVE

Sugar

The guttural growlof a motorcycle wakes me first thing, and I sit bolt upright on the couch.It takes me a heartbeat to get my bearings.Zeus’s house.My face throbs and I’m sure my left eye is bruised.That’s going to be fun to cover up for work tonight.I climb out from under the blanket and walk to the kitchen counter where a bright green Post-it note sits front and center.

Sugar,

Help yourself to everything.I mean it.Anything you want, it’s yours.I’ll be back late if you want to crash here again.Spare key is on the hook by the fridge.

Zeus.

Jeez.Who knew outlaw bikers were so accommodating?

I walk around the counter to see if there’s coffee, but realize I need to take care of business, so I glance around the tiny one-bedroom.It’s the mirror image of the house next door.Which means, only one bathroom off the master.

Great.

Walking into the adjacent room, I’m surprised to see Zeus’s bed perfectly made with black sheets and a black duvet.It’s missing a woman’s touch, but the fact that this big, scary biker is so ...orderly, shocks me.Maybe I’ve just been living with Jimmy too long.I dash through his room and use the facilities.When I’m washing my hands, I catch sight of his cologne.I pick up the portly black bottle.Of course his cologne is black and sexy as all hell.It looks expensive, with a name I can’t pronounce, so I bring it to my nose and inhale like a fucking junkie with a line of coke, and then I set it back where I found it.A few more minutes of snooping through his medicine cabinet and shower just cement the idea that Zeus is not at all what I expected.

I exit the bathroom with a fair amount of guilt for going through his things, but could you blame me?I mean, this fucking unlikely white knight on a Harley beats up my abusive boyfriend, sweeps me off my feet, takes me back to his lair and ...doesn’t expect anything in return?I think he really may be just one of the good guys, but I honestly wasn’t sure they still existed.

I glance around his bedroom, having the good sense not to snoop here, but when I’m almost at the door, I turn and look longingly at the bed.Would he mind if I slept in it?I don’t have to be at work until five and it’s so early that the Louisiana heat hasn’t even set in for the morning.I glance around, as if someone might be watching, but I’m all alone.So long as I make it when I’m done, Zeus will never know.I hazard one more glance at the door and sneak back to the bed.It’s pristine.Clean sheets and a coverlet pulled tight across the big king-sized mattress.Maybe I’ll just sleep on top of the covers.That way, it will be easier to tidy.

I lie on the side closest to me and settle in against the pillow.It smells like him.Like his cologne, leather, and the faintest hint of motor oil.I press my nose to the pillow and breathe in deeply.My nipples bead against the worn T-shirt he let me borrow last night and my pussy clenches.

Shit.

I should not have done this.

Now, instead of catching a couple more hours sleep, I’m wide awake, half naked in my landlord’s bed, and all I can think about is him walking through the door and punishing me.Would Zeus put me over his knee, spank me like the naughty girl I am?Or would he be as soft and tender as he was with me last night?

I slip a hand between my legs and delve into my pussy, collecting the wetness that has pooled there.I drag my slick flingers over my clit and rub in small circles.My face hurts when I bite my lip, so I relax my jaw and decide I don’t need to be quiet if there’s no one around to hear me.I take my time teasing my clit, rubbing hard and fast and then stopping before I can climax.I moan and rock my hips with wild abandon and I say Zeus’s name when I finally allow myself to come.Then I fall asleep wrapped in blissful endorphins and his scent mixed with my own.

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