Page 10 of Her Nosey Biker
And so for the rest of the meal, I pepper her with questions, letting her distract me every once in a while by answering questions as well. I tell her about my past and growing up with people who hated my existence.
“I know what that’s like. My mom was all too happy to drop me off in the middle of nowhere at sixteen. I was a woman ready to make it on my own,” she lets slip.
It takes everything in me and all my years of discipline to keep from showing emotion. The thought of her all alone, vulnerable, at such a young age has me raging, but the last thingI want is to make her uncomfortable. So instead, I change the subject to something lighter, and before long, she’s laughing at a stupid joke I made.
I’m so hooked on her every word I don't realize Finick’s joined us on the couch, more specifically her lap, until the worst British accent I have ever heard comes out of Grace's mouth, “em, miss, splendid if you could give the ol’ girl a bit of a belly rub.”
“Uhh…what the hell was that?” I cough out in laughter.
“What? She’s a Lady. A very distinguished one if you ask me. It's only proper for her to have an accent.” She huffs. I almost burst into laughter again as I look down at the mutt in question. One found in the middle of a wasteland, that can tear the throat out of any danger with one command, who wears goggles and a biker helmet. I wont even mention the cut… but as I gaze at the smile on not only Grace’s face but my most loyal companion. I realize I could give a damn. As long as I have them both.
Her eyes slowly close, and I take the chance to study her. She is stunning even when she tries to hide behind frumpy clothes and round glasses.
As my own eyes grow heavy, I know I need to get up and take her to the bedroom, but I’m really not looking forward to the idea of sleeping on this bumpy ass couch. I got it for a steal, but I didn’t realize until after that it’s a bitch to sleep on. And as I place Grace softly on my king-size four-poster bed, I find myself unable to turn around.
I’ll just keep a space between us, stay on my side, and wake up before she even has to know I was here. I never sleep for more than five hours at a time, anyway.
My plans must go up in smoke as I wake the next morning, holding a scared, shaking body tight against my chest.
Oh shit, I fucked this all up. I wonder if she’ll stab me before she runs out screaming or go for my balls?
CHAPTER TEN
GRACE
Iwake from the best sleep of my life, wrapped in the most comfortable, cozy blanket. I snuggle back further, letting out a sigh that quickly turns to a shriek as I wake up just enough to realize the blanket is hard and stiff…. All over. What the heck is happening?
I hear a groan and memories of the night, the guy breaking into my hotel room, Loot and Finick coming out of nowhere and taking him down. Did I really get on the back of his bike and willingly let him take me to the middle of the woods and a secluded, witchy cabin where my screams couldn’t be heard for miles? That groan turns to a moan as he presses against my back, a steel pole in my butt. I inhale sharply.
Shoot, shoot, shoot, how did I get myself in this situation, and how do I get myself out? But his groan reverberates through my body, and suddenly I’m warm in all the right places. Other parts of me have woken, and I close my eyes, pressing back into his grasp ever so slightly.
“Mmmm,” I groan at the feel of his heated, hard body aligning with mine.
Anddddd then I remember what the heck I’m doing. The man is asleep, and I’m rubbing against him like a cat in heat. Maybeit’s not me who should be worried about being out here all alone. Seems like I’m the one who can’t control myself. I take a deep breath and try my best to hold still.
A few times, he pulls me tighter into his embrace and grinds his body against mine, his manhood placed perfectly between my thighs, nothing but the thinnest of materials separating the two of us. With every grind, every twist, every groan from his lips, I get closer and closer to the crest of a hill I can’t seem to fall over. I can feel my whole body shaking with the buildup and release he’s coaxing out of me. I'll try harder this time; I need to get out of bed before…
“Hmmm, Grace..” is whispered in my ear, sexy, slow, and deep, and that does it. I bite my wrist as I come. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my body shakes as I ride out the ecstasy. My breath finally evens out as I feel him go stiff… and not in the original way, and the panic sets in.
“Shit! I’m so sorry, Star. I thought I’d wake before you and be long gone. Shit, please don’t run.” I hear the plea in his voice, but running is the last thing on my mind. Okay, maybe not the last thing. The mortification from this situation alone might be the death of me. Maybe if I close my eyes, I can pretend to be asleep.
And that’s a no-go as I feel the arms around me twist until I’m lying on my back and a sexy movie star is looming over me.
“I only meant to lay you in the bed. I was going to sleep on the couch, but it’s lumpy and…” he pauses his ramblings and squints his eyes.
He takes in my face. I can feel his eyes on me, down my neck, over my racing pulse, down to my chest, nipples hard as the movement presses my hard, pebbled nipples through the thin sleep shirt. His eyes narrow as they rise to meet mine, then he looks down at the front of his boxers. The wet spot is clear to see, and this is the moment I wish the floor would open upand swallow me whole, because there is no way he doesn’t know what happened.
“Fuckkkkkkk…” he groans, letting his forehead fall to my neck, right where my shoulder meets.
He takes a deep breath, and I feel his lips press softly against the side of my neck. My hips almost give another involuntary grind, but before I can embarrass myself further, Loot flies from the bed, turning and heading straight out the door. I hear the bathroom door shut and the shower water turn on.
I close my eyes for another minute, trying hard not to cry. I knew I would screw this up somehow; I just didn’t think it would be in the first twelve hours of my being here. Picking my head up and slamming it back down on the pillows a few times, I curse myself for being such a… freak. No wonder I’ve always been alone. That’s what I do best; it’s how I like it, and if I keep telling myself that enough, maybe I’ll start to believe it.
Instead, I dry the two tears I wasn’t strong enough to keep inside off my cheek before pasting a smile on my face and hopping out of bed. I search for my bags, which are probably still locked in his saddlebags. I’ll have to ask him to get them for me unless he’s willing to drive me to the bus stop. I walk out of the bedroom, look down, and see my shoes in front of the dresser near the door. On the left side of the door is a matching dresser with a pair of men’s shoes. My eyebrows draw down in confusion when I see a familiar material peeking out of the dresser on the right.
After further inspection, I’m stunned to find that he’s unpacked my clothes, adding them to his in the closet and giving me my own dresser. I’m stunned. What am I supposed to do now? Will he still want me to leave? Or will he try to play the nice guy until he can get rid of me? I will never stay somewhere I’m not wanted ever again, and I will never be a burden to another soul. I'd rather die. Still, something tells me Loot isn’t the kind ofguy to play nice. He’s more of the straight-talking, what you see is what you get type when you get past the cockiness.
I’m still contemplating and stressing as he comes strutting out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but that cocky smile and a white towel hanging low on his hips. My eyes shoot to the floor in front of me, and my hands tremble. Bows the time to find out my fate.
