Page 5 of The Biker's Second Chance
Bruno narrows his eyes at me, and he takes my shoulder again.
“Sean, I love you like a brother. But you fuck with that woman again, and I will rip your balls off.”
His fierce protectiveness is terrifying. I’d hate to get on the wrong side of Bruno, but I’m glad Gina has him in her corner.
“I don’t intend on hurting her again.”
“Good.” He pushes his chair back and stands up. “But unless you're planning on sticking around for good, you leave her alone.”
Bruno strides across the clubhouse, leaving me feeling like a pile of shit.
I hurt the only woman I’ve ever loved, and now I’m back here looking for a second chance. Even I know she’d be crazy to give me one.
3
GINA
Hot water cascades over my body. I’ve been in the shower so long that my fingertips are shriveled.
I tossed and turned all night thinking about Sean bloody O’Leary. It’s both amazing and annoying that after all these years the way he says my name in his Irish lilt can still have an effect on me. My body's been on fire ever since he walked into the clubhouse last night. Strutted in smiling and teasing as if seven years hadn't passed.
Whenever I think about that cocky grin, wet heat surges between my legs.
God damn that man.
I fought the urge all night to reach for my Magic Wand. If I give in to getting myself off while fantasizing about Sean, it’s one step closer to giving in to the real man.
But as the hot water falls on my nipples, making them pebble, I can’t help running a hand over my breasts.
Promising myself I will definitely not think about Seal O’Leary, I slide my hands down my body, over my stomach to the sweet spot below.
My fingers press gently against the course hair, make little circles with my fingertips.
“Hello Gina.”I can almost hear my name on his lips, and the thought makes my core tighten.
But I banish the memory from my mind. If I’m going to do this, I will not think about that man.
As my circles get firmer, his cocky smile and dancing eyes flash into my mind. I wonder if his long beard would scratch my thighs. I wonder if he still works out. I wonder if he has any new tattoos.
There was a time when I knew Sean’s body as well as my own. And I wonder what it would be like to explore him again.
Dammit, I’m not going to think of Sean while I do this.
Feeling frustrated, I try to concentrate on myself. After seven years of being alone, I’ve gotten pretty good at self-love. One hand caresses my nipples, pinching them with the perfect amount of force.
But they turn into Sean hands, always rough with mechanic grease under his fingernails. I imagine them on me as I slide my finger between my wet folds.
The shrill ring of my phone pieces the air and pulls me out of my fantasy.
My eyes snap open and I’m back in the bathroom, just me with wrinkly fingers and my phone ringing. Disappointment and relief battle inside as the fantasy crashes around me.
Turning off the shower, I reach an arm out and grab my phone off the vanity. I’m expecting a call from the plumber today, and I don’t want to miss it.
I'm expecting him to tell me I can move into back into my apartment. But that’s not why he’s calling. They’ve hit a pipe. There’s no damage, but it does mean there’ll be no water for two days. Two more days before I can move back home.
Two more days, stuck here with Sean O’Leary in the room next to mine. That’s the last thing I need.
I was hoping that putting some distance between us would calm this turmoil that’s been inside of me ever since he strode through the clubhouse door. But I’ll have to stick it out for a few more days.
