Page 49 of The Biker and the Baker
He shrugs. "Not enough space."
Asshole!He wants me to beg for it. No way am I giving him another win.
I throw a shrug right back at him. "Suit yourself."
Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around myself, dry my feet on the bathmat and pad out to the bedroom.
After drying the excess water from my skin, I dig around in Onyx’s drawers for anything that would fit me. With two little boys outside who could burst in at any moment, I can't be wandering around in a towel.
Underwear is out of the question, so I grab a pair of his sweatpants and a black 2-Pac tee. My ass, hips, and tits fill out his clothes as if they’re mine, and I have to don yesterday’s bra to hide my perpetually puckered nipples.
I'm plaiting my hair at the dresser when Onyx saunters into the room, naked and damp. A smirk ghosts his lips as he skims me over. Something tells me that seeing me in his clothes is another win for him.
He comes over and nuzzles my neck. "You’re so fucking sexy."
If I were the kind of woman who blushed, those words, from him, would make me.
I mean,how? How did this happen? How is this man, who I once believed was repulsed by me, here kissing my skin and whispering that I’m sexy?
Did I truly misjudge him? Or is he doing all of this to prove something?
A week tops. That’s how long I’m giving it before this blows up in our faces.
The smile I give him with a mumbled “Thanks” isn’t real. Sidestepping him, I flee the room before he can stop me.
My feelings are at odds. I want to be with Onyx, but I don't. I like him, but I resent him. And even though I know this is a huge mistake, I keep giving in.
With Calvin, it was different. Though I was weak to his charms, the control was still mine. I slept with him for pleasure and nothing else. There were no feelings or emotions and I didn’t care what he did. Ourthingwas purely physical.
With Onyx, there’s this undeniable pull. Impossible to be resisted. I have zero control. He has this fierce command over me that no one else has; my knees fall weak around him and my will wobbles like Jell-O. His presence is intoxicating, his touch addictive.
Even though it’s like night and day with Calvin and Onyx, the warning bells are the same.
We never should’ve crossed the line.
Desperate to escape his all-consuming pull tugging at me from the bedroom like a triple-braided cord, I snatch a bottled water from the fridge and exit the RV.
Outside, the twins are cross-legged on lawn chairs, game controllers gripped tightly in tiny hands, fingers moving rapidly, attention rapt on the flat screen protruding from the RV’s outdoor entertainment center. They're too focused on their game to notice me.
I amble around them and ease down in one of the chairs at the table, leaning back to watch them. They’re playing a car racing game.
They bicker back and forth while they play, calling each other "doody head" and "muck face." When one of them crashes and plummets over a bridge, the car sinking into a river inch by inch, there’s a wail of frustration from one twin, and a “whoo!” from the other. Game over.
Only then do they notice me next to them.
"Hey, it’s Uncle Nyx's girrrrrlfriend," Twin One says with a toothy grin then follows it up by making kissy faces at me.
Twin Two covers his mouth and giggles like the kid he is.
"Good morning, boys." I offer a small wave. "Nice to see you again."
"Are you having more parties?" Twin Two asks. "Mom doesn’t let us have candies like you and Uncle Nyx do."
"As a matter of fact, I am,” I say. “My other niece is turning six next month. You're invited."
He fist-pumps the air. "Yes!"
"Uncle Nyx says you’re giving us a cousin soon," Twin One says, picking at his nose and wiping it on his shirt. "It would be so cool to have a cousin. All our friends at school have cousins."
