Page 29 of Baja
The bedroom door cracks open a little. I’m about to lose my shit on Mystic when Ozzy’s big, fluffy ass slinks in. Just as quickly, the door closes, followed by the fading sounds of Mystic’s laughter.
Ozzy jumps onto the bed, stretching and letting out a long, drawn-out meow.
“Oz, man.” I smooth my hand over his head.
“And who is this handsome guy?” Alice scratches behind Ozzy’s ear.
“This big furball? This is Ozzy, my ride-or-die partner in crime and master of mischief,” I declare. “I shot a text to Ophelia last night, askin’ if she could swing by my pad and check on him this mornin’. Guess she figured he needed to hit the road and hang out at the clubhouse for a bit.”
Alice continues to pour affection on Ozzy. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a cat guy.”
I chuckle. “I found him four years ago, hanging around a parking lot while the club was on a run down in Louisiana. He jumped right up in my lap as I was sittin’ on my bike, durin’ a smoke break. I picked him up. The moment the little fucker rubbed his fuzzy face against mine and turned his motor on, I was a goner. The little mastermind has owned me since.” Having his fill, Ozzy jumps to the floor. He strolls to the bedroom door and stretches, reaching for the knob, wanting to get out.
“We should move,” I say, though the words taste bitter. If I had my way, I would stay in bed with my woman all damn day.
Alice nods. “A cinnamon roll does sound good,” she adds but doesn’t move either. Her stomach growls, and I chuckle.
“Come on.” Reluctantly, I ease out of bed and move to her side. “Let me help you,” I say, holding out my hand. Her hesitation is instant, and pride flickers in her eyes.
“I can manage to get out of bed by myself,” she insists, her eyes sparking with determination. Her breath hitches when she moves too quickly. Alice sighs but finally gives in and slides her hand into mine. I ease her upright, one arm steadying her as she shifts her weight gingerly.
“I got you, baby. Take your time,” I murmur, guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed. I cross the room to grab a clean shirt from the dresser drawer. Upon turning around and returning to Alice, I find her already removing the shirt she slept in, slipping it over her head, exposing her tits.Fuck. I try to tell my dick to calm the fuck down, but he’s not listening.
Alice locks eyes with me. Her heated gaze pierces through me with an intensity that makes my dick throb. Her fingers fidget with the shirt now resting on her lap. She’s nervous. Hell, she should be. Because the things I’m thinking right now are nowhere near decent. No amount of holy water can cleanse my thoughts right now. She continues to stare at me like this moment is a goddamn challenge. Maybe more so for herself than me.
Alice’s gaze casually drops to my cock, and my pulse quickens. The effect this woman has on me is like nothing I have experienced before. Ignoring my raging hard-on, I hold the Iron Man graphic tee shirt open. “Arms up, baby,” I say softly, and Alice’s demeanor instantly changes, and she attempts to cover herself, turning her face from me.
Shit. She thinks I’m rejecting her. That’s far from the truth.
“Don’t.” My tone is harsher than intended. “Never hide from me, baby.” I reach down and tilt her chin. “Look at me,” I demand, our gazes locking with an intensity that ignites the air. “There’s no hiding it. I crave you, babe. But let me tell you, themoment I let my hands touch you, there’s no turning back. I won’t stop. Not until I’ve tasted your pussy and fucked you until you’re comin’ and screamin’ my name. When it happens, and make no mistake, babe…” I lean down, brushing my lips across hers, “… it will happen,” I confess. “It will be somewhere other than the clubhouse.”
Alice gazes at me, her eyes wide with longing, lips slightly parted as if holding back a wave of emotion.
“Let me hear it, babe.”
“I belong to you, Nash,” she softly whispers, the sound of my name a sweet caress on her lips.
“And I am yours, completely.”
“You are mine,” Alice whispers to herself.
I kiss her forehead and then her lips before pulling away.
“Arms up, baby.” I hold the shirt out again. She listens, lifting her arms enough for me to slide the fabric over her head. I’m careful and slow, ensuring I don’t touch the sore spots on her ribs. She exhales sharply when the hem brushes her side but doesn’t complain.
Next is a pair of sweatpants, something loose and easy to move in. I kneel before her, helping to slip her feet through one leg and then the other. She snorts softly, a slight smirk tugging at her lips. “I didn’t exactly peg you as a nurse, either.”
I shrug, gently adjusting the waistband around her hips. “I have a few tricks up my sleeve,” I say, waggling my eyebrows.
She laughs. “I’m sure you do.” Alice smiles, her face lighting up.
Once she’s dressed, I grab the brush from the nightstand and settle back in front of her.
Her eyebrows lift. “What are you doing?”
“Your hair,” I reply like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. She shakes her head, but she doesn’t stop me. I start brushing through the tangles. Once I’m done, I toss the brushaside. Alice’s eyes track me like a hawk as I throw on a pair of jeans and a superhero tee, then slip on my socks and stomp into my boots. I shrug into my cut, letting it drape over my shoulders. “You ready?”
Her eyes linger on mine, something unspoken passing between us. Then she nods, slipping her hand into mine again. I help her to her feet, keeping her steady as we walk slowly to the door. Her grip tightens when she hears the low murmur of voices and the clatter of dishes spilling into the hallway.
