Rolling to his back, he grabs his phone on the nightstand and barks into it without even peeking to see who it is.
“What?” It’s hard to listen to a one-sided conversation so I lay back and gaze up at the ceiling. “I’m fine…no, I’m at my house…he did what…fuck…yeah, give me an hour and then tell them to be at church in two hours…none of your fucking business…”
He hangs up tossing the phone back on the nightstand next to his two guns.
“Everything okay?” I ask not knowing what to say.
He groans, scrubbing he’s hands over his scruffy face. He pushes his body up and sits on the edge of the bed with his back to me. Something must’ve happened and reality now sets in for us. Maybe he regrets what we did and now is done with me? This could’ve been a game to him and now that he scored the prize, he’s on to the next challenge.
“Raegan!” Kane calls out, bringing me out of my gloomy thoughts.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I ask, embarrassed that I was zoned out.
“I asked if you wanted to shower with me before I have to get back to the clubhouse. Where did you go just now?”
“Oh, well, I was just wondering if you still feel the same this morning as you did last night.”
“No, I don’t feel the same.”
My heart sinks into my stomach, and my greatest fear of rejection sets in. I knew better than to have another go with this guy. Why I can’t stay with stable reliable guys instead of the bad boys is the reason I find myself in these situations.
Damn it!
Shit! Don’t cry. Don’t you dare cry, Raegan. You knew this was a possibility when you set your sights on a bad boy biker. You’re such a fool, Raegan.
Emotions well up inside me. “Why should I care? He’s just a guy.” I tell myself steeling for the hurt to hit me. “Because you thought there was a connection.”
“Wildcat, I don’t feel the same as last night because I’m sore as fucking hell. The things we did, I swear to fuck, I think I pulled several muscles I didn’t even know existed. In places I didn’t know existed. Who needs to work out when I have my very own private gym right in front of me?” He smiles then stands with his back to me and starts stretching his muscle. Naked and all. The MC logo of Dead Road tattooed on his back. I can see a few faint scratch marks on his back and smile.
Oops!
Finally, I’m able to swallow the lump in my throat.
“I heard that if you touch your toes it helps,” I say, ogling his firm ass tamping down the negative thoughts roaming in my head.
“You just want to check out my ass.”
“Not gonna argue with that.” I reach to pinch his firm ass, but he turns quickly and grabs my wrist.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Wildcat.” I give him my best pout. “I don’t have any more condoms, remember.”
I nod remembering. At least one of us is thinking with a clear head.
“How about that shower?” I ask not wanting to see him with clothes on yet.
“Sounds good, I think we need a refresh on our oral skills,” he says.
“Fine, but my cookie is off limits this morning.”
“Cookie?”
“Yeah, you know, my vagina.”
“You mean pussy.”
“No, my cookie.” I hate the P word.
“Fuck, Raegan!” he groans. “Now every time I think or see a cookie I’m gonna think about your tight, soft pink pussy.” He growls and then rubs on his hard dick. “Get the fuck in the shower before I fuck you bare and worry about the consequences later.”
