Page 14 of My Mountain Man Boss
I’m the shittiest friend in the world.
7
LANDON
The roar of motorbikes rattles the station windows.
“What the heck is that?” Amy appears in the doorway looking worried.
She crosses to the window and peers out. I join her and watch the Wild Riders MC ride down the street. The metal of their bikes glints in the setting sun.
Dark clouds roll over the sky, and I hope they make it back to their side of the mountain before the rain starts.
One of the bikers, a hairy guy with a woman on the back whose bike includes a side car with a huge mastiff dog in it, looks up. I hold up my hand, and he returns the friendly wave.
“You know those guys?”
“That’s Vintage.” I indicate the hairy biker with the dog riding pillion. “I served with him.”
“He’s a veteran?” She looks surprised.
“They all are. The Wild Riders Motorcycle Club is based in Wild, on the other side of the mountain. They’re all veterans.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, and I notice the goosebumps on her forearms. “You’re cold.”
She steps back from the window and away from me. “I’m fine.”
It’s been a few days since we kissed in the forest, and Amy’s been avoiding me since. She’s staying late tonight to work on a report.
“Did you get the roses?”
She turns toward me, and I’m glad my office lights are off. Her eyes are wide, and the memory of her coming undone on my palm has my dick hardening.
“Izzie was at my house when they arrived.” Her eyes are wide and anxious, and I wish she’d stop caring what my daughter thinks.
“Did you tell her about us?”
Amy bites her bottom lip, but I already know the answer. If she had told Izzie, then she wouldn’t be avoiding me.
“Are you ready for me to take you out to dinner yet?”
She looks down at the floor. “I’m not sure…”
If she’s not sure she wants to date me, then I’ll do what I can to change her mind. I close the gap between us and pull her toward me.
She looks up at me with wide eyes, but she doesn’t pull away.
“I’m a patient man, Amy.”
My lips brush her cheek, and she moans, a small sound that get my blood racing. I move my mouth down her neck, kissing her throat where her pulse races.
Her eyes dart to the open door.
“We should shut…”
Her sentence ends in a gasp as I press my lips to the sensitive spot behind her ear.
My mouth moves over her skin, caressing her with my breath. She tastes of salt and smells of citrus body wash and fresh air.
