“Good morning,” I replied with a smirk.
She rolled off me, and I pulled her to my chest. Her skin was smooth and soft, unblemished by scars and old wounds. Her hair smelled like peaches, and I just wanted to make a candle out of it so that I could smell her hair whenever I wanted. I was already hard and ready for round two, but I'd let her take the lead. Her breathing evened out, and after a moment, I realized she had fallen back asleep. I kissed her temple, trying to get out of bed without waking her up. I slid on my boxers and made my way into her kitchen.
I decided I should cook breakfast for the two of us, and the thought shocked me.I fuck her for one night and I am already domesticated and whipped, I thought. But I wouldn't trade it for the world. I quietly rummaged through her fridge, finding eggs and bacon. I sifted through her cabinets and eventually found a few pans to cook them with. I turned to her oven and got to work, falling into a simple pleasure of making something so mundane.
I was my making my way through a batch of scrambled eggs and simmering the bacon. The smell was enriching, and I realized I was starving. It had been so long since I had such a simple meal, not to mention someone to share it all with. I smiled that this is what life would be like every morning. And I could share it all with Brianna.
As if on cue, Brianna walked into the kitchen in just my t-shirt. Her long, tan legs led me up her body, and I wondered if she'd even bothered to put underwear on.I hope not. She smiled at me and slinked up to me. I knew I was smiling like a fucking idiot, but I couldn’t help it. The woman made it so damn easy to be happy. Brianna wrapped her arms around me, pulling me in closer to her, and gave me a kiss.
“I hope you like eggs and bacon,” I said.
She laughed, “Any meal I don't have to make is my favorite.”
Brianna moved around on light feet, grabbing plates and utensils. We worked well as a team, and I couldn’t help but imagine a future like this with her. Free from under King, fucking like rabbits, hell, maybe even a kid or two. I portioned out the meal onto the two plates, following her as she walked to her little table. I looked at her in dismay.
“What?” she asked with a giggle.
Wordlessly, I picked her up. She weighed practically nothing compared to what I was used to lifting, and I carried her back to bed. She was laughing now, and the sound was like music to my ears. I plopped her on the bed, disappearing to grab the plates from the table. When I returned, she was sitting up and ready to eat. I set the plate in her lap, giving her a kiss.
“Thank you, Crush,” she smiled, looking at me with her stunning blue eyes.
We fell into an easy conversation, and it was hard to think that there was ever an awkward first date between us. She said her work schedule was really lax this week, mostly mid-day shifts and early mornings. And we talked about our favorite things to do in Vegas, and I found out she loves to read. I would bank that for the next time I see her to get her a book, maybe.
Fuck, I’m whipped, I thought. I looked at her as she laughed at something I said, and I smiled.She’s so worth it, though.We finished our meal, and I took the plate back to the sink. I walked back to see Brianna, smiling expectantly at me. She was sitting up, her legs against her chest. She let her legs fall to the side, and I was drooling.
She was not, in fact, wearing any underwear. I lunged at her, claiming her mouth with mine. My hands fell to her waist, and I loved the idea that I was taking my shirt off of her. She bucked her hips up to mine, and I growled into her mouth. This woman had me wrapped around her fucking finger.
I stripped her bare, taking in Brianna in her beautiful glory. Her breasts were perfect and natural, and I could see the hardened buds of her nipples. I wasted no time entering her, reveling in the moan she gave me as I sunk in deep. It felt good to be so dominating over her, and it didn’t take long for her to reach her climax. I felt her clamp around me, and soon, I followed her into the bliss.
I held her close to my chest, still recovering from the lovemaking we had just done. Brianna snuggled into me, and I ran a hand through her hair. She looked up at me, and I couldn’t help but kiss her. She smiled, and I could feel her hot skin on mine. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect morning. This is what I wanted in life: a woman, a meal, and an easy morning like this.
I closed my eyes, letting thoughts come and go as they pleased. I wasn’t wanting to entertain anything other than Brianna today, no matter what. The feel of her against me was intoxicating, like a drug. And I thought maybe Ash might have been onto something with Callie. I wondered if it had felt this good, like being…a kid doped up on life. It was exhilarating.
I was supposed to go to Phoenix today, but there was no way in hell that was happening. I planned on keeping Brianna satisfied and in bed all day—or the counter, the table, the couch. Wherever she wanted me, I would be there. And if King had a problem with me taking the day off, he could kiss my ass. And being with Brianna only hardened my resolve to get the fuck out from King.
“Are you for real?” I asked her after a beat. I was dying to know if she wanted to commit to being with me, that I wasn’t some way out. That we would get out—together. “About this?”
“After last night? Maybe,” she smirked, leaning in with a kiss.
She pulled away, and I sensed some sort of reservation, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.It’s probably nothing, I thought.A past boyfriend or terrible experience, but it’s nothing that I can’t fix or avoid. And given that time seemed to stretch out in front of us like an open road that led to everywhere and nowhere all at once, I was sure that whatever it was would come up eventually. And when it did, we’d work through it together.
Her eyes were innocent, and she asked, “Are you for real? About leaving King’s Men?”
“With you? Yes.”
Brianna
The next few days had passed by in a blur. I worked most of the days, but only in short shifts. Crush was usually in my apartment by the time I came home. After the second day of finding him patiently waiting for me in the hallway, I told him where I hid the spare key. It was taped up on the top of the door frame, and so he would just let himself in. And I had to admit, it was nice to come home to someone.
Crush was one of the sweetest people I have ever met, after stripping off the layers. He cooked me breakfast and dinner, and usually something before my shifts at the hospital. It was one of the most consistent food schedules I had ever been on. When I told him this, he just shot me a wink and said,You’re going to need your energy for what I’m going to do to you tonight. It was somewhat hilarious to see such a burly, vengeful biker in my small kitchen, and he stuck out like a sore thumb.
I realized how easy it was to live with Crush and how amazing he made me feel. Between the sex, to watching TV, to taking showers together—that usually ended in sex—to just snuggling on the couch, Crush made me feel safe. Protected. Even…loved. He had even brought me a book I mentioned in passing, and I almost cried at the sentiment. He was funny too, and I couldn’t remember a time when I had laughed as much as I did with him.
But like all good things, it had to come to an end.
I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop at this point. My heart went to my throat every time he talked about leaving King and the club. Crush was opening up more and more about getting out and his plans to leave. Though these plans weren't much, every version involved taking out King. But I could tell he was becoming more determined to see these plans through.
It terrified me.
