“81,” I answer wiping him from my lips with the pad of my thumb.
“Wow.”
“Is that all you got, baby?” I question raising my eyebrows at him.
He picks me up under my ass fast and throws me over his shoulder. Stalking from the bathroom he throws me on the bed with a thump. My hair billows around me mixed with the fluffy duvet and pillows as the sweet musky scent of 81 floats around me teasing my senses. A small giggle leaves me as his eyes burn down toward me.
“You’re too fucking good for me,” he mouths. “Far too good for a vicious man like me, little bird.” I can see the pain in his eyes hooding his iris.
“Make me bad then, baby,” I mouth back while twisting a long strand of black hair around my finger and pulling my bottom lip into my teeth then biting down. Steel grey eyes snap, burning around the edges, meeting my amber ones which would be screaming in sensual lust for this beast of a man.
My body comes alive with fire and the fucking phone begins to buzz on the nightstand yet again. 81’s eyes snap to the phone as mine follow. Twisting onto my side, I grab the phone. His hands snap out to mine, but I am faster and slide it to answer. As I roll back onto my back, I keep my eyes on his, cross my legs over one another and twist another strand of hair.
“Hello. 81’s phone. I’m sorry, but he is a little preoccupied right now.” I speak into the phone as 81 steps round the bed. He holds his hand out for the phone his eyes laced with warning as his fingers curl inwards wanting, begging, warning.
I smile temptingly up at him. Fire now dancing in his eyes. I wink at him. He growls at me. His chest heavy with heavy breaths.
“Yo, is 81 there?” The voice is shocked. I suppose that’s because a woman has answered the beast’s phone.
“Oh, no, sorry. He’s um, well he’s…” I trail off gliding my toe up his torso towards his neck and back down again in a slow teasing movement.
“Little lady, this is no joke.” The voice on the phone bites out as frustration seeps from him.
“No. No joke at all. I do understand.” I now have my foot resting on his shoulder as I lower my hand toward my inner thigh running my nails down until they rest on the inside next to my folds. 81’s eyes bulge from his head as he sucks in a deep breath.
“This shit’s not funny I need to speak with him asap,” he says to me with a forced woosh of air. Pissing people off seems to be quite thrilling, I think as I move my fingers inside my folds and dip them inside the warmth.
“Look, dude. He has just had his cock sucked and now he’s about to sink said cock which is growing harder by the second into me. Please don’t call again. The phone is rather distracting.”
The man sputters out a gargled “What the actual fuck”and I begin to laugh.
“Na, here he is. But seriously, have you ever heard of waiting to be called back? Or leaving a god damn message? Cause you’ve ruined what could have been some epic sex mister” Passing the phone to 81, I look at him. His mouth is wide open and a flush covers his normal stone-grey cheeks.
“I’ll make coffee before we leave. No doubt that’s what all the phone calls are about, biker boy. Gotta go be a biker and fuck shit up.” My hand slaps his still bare ass and I laugh. How did he get from there to here without falling over?
Taking my coffee from the kitchen to the sun-drenched deck, I sip the hot black liquid. It’s bitter, it’s brilliant and it’s milk free. Not my first choice, but hey, no milk here. I left 81’s on the counter as he was pacing the room his hand scrubbing through his hair when I walked out.
I’m addicted to him and deep down I know I can’t do that because he’s not mine to get addicted to. He belongs to them. His club. And to her, the ghost of a women who haunts all of his hours. How can I ever live up to the memories of a ghost who holds so much of him in her cold grasp.
Without a word he is there in front of me his eyes burning into mine.
“Don’t do that,” he says to me as I search his face.
“Do what?” I ask him back. “Piss your buddies off?” I giggle because let’s face it, that was stellar, even for a shy human like me. He makes me feel like I can be someone I’m not. Stronger than I am.
“No, not that, little bird. But that was like not cool, at all,” he says leaning down into me. He rests his hands on the arms of the chair locking me in.
“What then, biker boy?” I ask him intrigued with what he thinks I was doing.
“This here where you talk yourself out of being with me.”
“I wasn’t,” I lie. I so was. How the hell can he see into my mind like that?
“Yes, little bird, you were. You belong. You do. You’re the first thing that has made any sense in my demented existent since… well, years. So, don’t you dare leave me because of what you think you see. What you think you feel. I will give you my heart. I will, even if it tears me apart. Even if it kills us both. I will try and be what you need, little bird. I will try. I will for you, I will.”
His words touch me because small warm tears begin to prick at the edges of my eyes.
“I can’t help it. It’s what I do,” I reply to him as his lips meet mine, taking me in a passionate kiss of desire leading to a promise of a forever I’m not sure I am ready for. My heart screams hell yes, while my mind places another brick in our already over six-foot tall wall. Because at the end of it all, he bleeds for the dead and I can’t go up against that.
