Shit.
This was luxe.
And it was in a biker clubhouse.
What the actual fuck kind of Narnia shit was this?
Frankie was never going to believe it.
I chuckled as I moved to the basin to splash my face. Then I used the toilet, and washed my hands before drying them on a towel by the side of the basin.
As I went to grab the door handle, it turned, and I fell back in surprise when I connected with a hard, hot body. I grunted as I grabbed the closest thing to me which was a towel, but it did nothing to shield the hard fall on the marble tiles. Pain rocked through me, my muscles screaming in protest.
“What the f–”
“Rowan?”
That dark, whiskey-infused voice I would recognise anywhere. It had a way of sending jolts to my pussy, and making my stomach flutter. I was loath to admit that I'd imagined it were him between my thighs instead of Trey a few times.
Instead of keeping my eyes on the gorgeous green eyes he had trained on me, my eyes betrayed me and travelled south, to his now very naked body. A body sculpted from the gods, littered in tattoos, and one very large dick.
Holy fucking shit.
Now, that wasn’t genetic, that was for sure.
“Uh…hi, Wyatt.”
Reaper
My dick, my now bare dick, was rising at seeing Rowan looking at me in shock, and what I knew was lust. Damn, I didn’t need to know she liked what she saw.
She threw her hand over her eyes and held the towel she’d pulled off me up in the air. I smirked, loving that she needed to physically throw her hand over her eyes to stop herself from looking at me. I wrapped the towel back around my waist, and bent down to help her up.
Her hand in mine sent a thrill through me, soft, perfect hands in my rough one felt wrong, and yet so very right at the same time. When she was standing in front of me, I realised what a mistake it was to be so close. I could smell her intoxicating vanilla scent like it had wrapped itself around me and taken hold. My cock was throbbing.
Fuck.
“Are you all right?” I asked her, looking down at the fading bruise around her eye, and the healed cut on her lip. A rage was building inside of me at seeing her like this.
“Yeah…I’m so sorry…I didn’t know…”
I put my finger under her chin and forced her to look up at me. Those beautiful hazel eyes hit me right in the gut. “Who did this to you?”
“Umm…I…”
Her eyes shot to my lips, and then that pink tongue shot out to wet her own, making my cock strain for her. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Where’s Trey?” I growl. If my boy had his hands on her like this, I’d kill him myself. I may not be the best father in the world, but I always instilled my beliefs in him. And hurting women was not one of them.
“This wasn’t Trey,” she said quickly, stepping out of my hold. A harsh flood of cool air replaced where she had been moments ago, waking me up. “He…he’s um…”
“In Western Australia?”
Her eyes shot up to mine again, curious, almost fearful. “He told you?”
“No,” I grunted. “He disappeared, and his name was coming up on alerts that Trojan picked up. His phone is off, and he hasn’t touched his bank cards in weeks.”
Her eyes closing, almost in fear, had my nerves on edge. I’d already been scared for my boy, but this just told me that it was worse than I originally thought.
