I leaned against the door jam, my leather getting up in my hands. “You know, maybe I should go shopping for some clothes?” That seemed to wake him back up a little when he turned around to look at me.
“Don't you need to lay low?” Although I hesitated, knowing that I should, but also wanted to not feel like I was in sleepy clothes the whole time I was here. He looked me up and down with a critical eye. “I think you could fit into Emma’s clothes.”
I don't know why, but as soon as he said another woman's name so comfortably, I tensed up. I crossed my arms across my chest as it tightened at his words. My lips pulled taut as I strained myself to smile. I had no right to be upset. It wasn't like we were dating or anything.It was just a fuck, Celine. Get over it.
I had a feeling that it wouldn't be so easy to hide my anger from Gear’s assessing eyes, but all he said was, “She’s Duces’ sister.”
That made me feel better for a millisecond until I realized that, while that took Duce out of the running for her, it didn't mean that the others, Gears included, hadn't had relations with her. I told myself that it didn't matter. This was just a fling, something to pass the time while I was here. That was it. I had no reason to claim this man. To claim any one of them.
“That would be great. I’ll ask Duce to introduce us because I would love to wear some bottoms that are not just leather or underwear.” I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on as hot as it would go. I sat down and pulled out my phone, looking at it to see if Glenn had any of the deep dive info on these guys.
A while ago, I was pumping this cat shifter for information on all of the gangs on the west coast, and he just mentioned the Moon Raiders. All he told me was that they ran protection and guns along the west coast, but they kept to themselves, only taking jobs they knew would be under the radar. Their big thing was ensuring they kept a low profile since they were all rejects from other packs.
At the time, I felt for the rejects, being one myself, and I left them alone, not thinking anything about them, but now I was invested, fascinated. I wanted to know more about these men. I shot off a text to Glenn, reminding him to get me the details on these men and then put it between my clothes.
I stepped under the burning hot spray and sighed. Today I was going to try and get the lay of the land. See what this place was all about. Since I had to have a babysitter with me, I knew I needed to convince one of the guys, but after last night, I felt like I had the majority to choose from, and it shouldn't be hard.
As soon as I was done and squeezed myself back into my leather get-up, I came out. I was about to tell Gears it was his turn, and I may or may not have left any hot water for him when I saw he hadn't moved from the spot I left him in. I padded over to the bed quietly. Watching his chest slowly rise and fall as his face was relaxed, and he looked at peace. I smiled as I slowly backed away, making sure to look back in order to not trip on his various projects, and I made it to the stairs.
I stepped down the stairs, smiling to myself. That was an amazing way to wake up for the day. Anyone that said differently was just not doing it right.
As soon as I stepped onto the main floor, the floor creaked. While the rosewood lacquered floor looked gorgeous, it made for poor sneaking. Maybe that's what they wanted? It was eerily quiet, which made me think that these guys were not early risers. That was until I heard a clanking noise.
I looked around, my shoulder-length hair hitting me with how fast I turned towards the noise. I knew the two hallways that led to each of their bedrooms, and I was not going down those, but the sound seemed to be coming from around the corner. I tiptoed my way around, trying my hardest to keep my steps light to minimize the sound.
I found another short hallway that looked like it had one room, and I went exploring. As soon as I got to the doorway, I looked inside and found an in-home gym.
As I let my eyes wander, I found that it was pretty nice. It had two walls of mirrors. One side was separated for weights and standard machines, the other side was a more expansive space with mats. Probably for more bodyweight exercises.
All of that was great, but the best sight was watching my shirtless mountain man standing as he faced one of the mirrored walls, doing deadlifts with what looked like several hundred pounds. I was captivated by how juicy his ass looked as he bent over, his huge muscular hands gripping the metal bar. As soon as he was set, he looked up, his eyes focused, and his mouth relaxed as he blew a single breath out before he lifted.
His back muscles rippled as he stood, calling me to just lay my hand on him to feel his body's waves. To feel all that power and strength underneath me.
I watched as he let go, the weights clanking down onto the floor. I was lost in my own world of being his spotter. Being able to see his body up close and personal. To watch every twist and tightening of his muscles against his skin and memorize how it moved.
Good morning, Temptress.
I reeled back at the feelings that hit me from him, looking up to see his eyes on me in the mirror, holding me still with the hunger in them.
If you're hungry, go to the kitchen. It’s Duce’s turn to cook breakfast.
My eyes focused on a single bead of sweat at his neck. I followed it as it worked its way down his neck, following the groves of his body as it trailed down his chest, skating along his gloriously toned abs.
I licked my lips, suddenly starving. Yes, I was hungry. I was hungry for what was right in front of me.
"Did you like what you saw?"
He turned fully towards me as he took a large inhale. Closing his eyes for a second. I could feel the desire to feast in the air, pulling at me to lay down in front of him. Telling him with my body to feast on me.
Before I could take a single step, words floated into my head.
When I take you for the first time, it won't be in some sweat-filled gym. I want to have all the time in the world to lay you out and feast on you properly.
If he was trying to calm me down, his words did just the opposite as I felt my arousal for him grow. There was another pause as he breathed out and opened his eyes. They shined with desire but also patience as he gave me a small smile.
Food should help. Go down and to the right for the kitchen.
This time, I took a play out of their book and growled at him. His smile widened.
