Page 67 of Has-Been
“Your heart is thudding so fast. Are you okay?” Was I? Would I ever be?
I finger combed her hair slowly, focusing on that one thing, the way her soft hair felt, sliding over my fingers, the way she sighed into me, relaxing more as I kept doing it.
Eventually I think it lulled us both to sleep, and we didn’t wake again until morning.
“Has?”Elisekissedme,and waking up to my sweet girl was officially the only way I planned to wake up in future.
“Morning babe… you wanna climb on board?”
She giggled, swatting at my chest.
“I’m already dressed, silly.” I shook off the grogginess of still being half asleep and focused on her. She wasn’t in the bed with me, she was leaning over me, and yeah, fully fucking dressed.
“I don’t think I agreed to this, babe… don’t you wanna ride my cock until you scream?”
“I’d really fucking rather she didn’t.”Fuck. Stitch was in here with us? I sat up and scanned the room and sure enough, he was sitting on the sofa glaring at me.
“Jesus, why didn’t you warn me?”
Elise giggled again. “You were out like a light, so I let you sleep while I made coffee. For once, Seth didn’t try to kick the door in when he stopped by.”
Stitch snorted. “It’s this new thing I’m trying, where I’m being less of an asshole.”
I opened my mouth to make a snarky quip back at him, as I would have always done, but things were different now, weren’t they? We weren’t just brothers anymore. He wasn’t just my VP anymore. He was now the man who could destroy me completely.
“Uh… yeah, sorry VP. I’ll get dressed.”
Stitch shrugged. “I was just checking in with my baby sister, you stay where you are… or you know, at least let me look away before you get out, with your junk swinging in the wind.”
Elise giggled, and pointed to a steaming mug of coffee on the cabinet beside me.
“It’s fine. Everything’s fine, Has. Just relax.”
Fuck that. I dragged the sheet with me and headed into the bathroom, freshening up as fast as I could, to get back out there before Stitch did something dumb, like convince my old lady that I wasn’t her guy or something.
By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, he was already gone though.
“What the fuck. How long was I in there?”
Elise sat on the bed and eyed me.
“He was only checking in on me. He didn’t even have a coffee, Has. He wanted to get back to Cammy though, because they’re reinforcing all the rooms with old ladies today.”
Finally. “That’s good, babe… uh… did he say anything about me? Or us?”
She shook her head.
“I think he’s trying to pretend this isn’t really happening, but no, he wasn’t trying to talk me out of things, if that’s what you were expecting. He really was just making sure I was okay.” That assertion yet again bothered me. Why would he need to check on her like that when she was with me?
“Does he think I’ve been doing awful things to you or something?” Jesus, of course he would, because hadn’t I always enjoyed getting down and dirty with the ladies? Hadn’t everyone now seen me fucking online? Did he think I was assfucking his sister like she was just some whore I met in a bar?
“Has, sit down.” Oh shit. That sounded serious. I sat beside her, and took a moment to just see her. The way her smile seemed to light up the room, lifting the shadows away from me, making me feel warmed by it. They way her eyes seemed to sparkle with happiness and that general brightness she always seemed to exude. She was a literal ray of sunshine, and I wanted her to be mine forever.
“Be my old lady?” Fuck, that wasn’t very romantic, was it? Her mouth dropped open and she looked away from me. She looked away? What the fuck?
Elise
Hereallyjustblurtedthat out, didn’t he? How did I expect it to come up, though? It wasn’t like a wedding proposal, with bikers getting down on one knee. This was different. This was a biker thing, and while it was as permanent as marriage, the rituals were all different.
