“Come on, baby,” I said, peeling myself off the floor, making sure the door was locked, then walking into my bedroom, kicking off my shoes and peeling off clothes as I went.
We both fell into bed.
Sugar was out cold within minutes.
I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my heartbeat hammering in my chest hard enough for me to place a hand there, trying to assure myself that I was fine, that it was just anxiety, that it was no big deal.
Sugar let out a whimpering sound, making me turn. But she was just chasing something in her sleep, her little feet jerking and her jowls twitching.
I curled into her, making her the little spoon, trying to take some comfort in her warm, familiar body.
Tell me why it was right then that my mind flashed back to the meeting spot.
To a big, hulking biker.
To thighs that knew where they stood.
To shoulders wide enough to lean on.
To arms strong enough to keep you from falling apart.
God.
What the hell was that about?
I was not someone who romanticized men.
Did I enjoy them on occasion?
Sure.
But even then, kind of rarely. And it had been so long that it was borderline embarrassing.
I damn sure never did something monumentally stupid. Like trust a man. Like rely on one. Like seek comfort in one.
So why the hell was I thinking like that about a complete stranger, making him star in some absurd, knight-in-shining-armor fantasy of mine?
He wasn’t the hero.
I’d been the one to save the day.
I was myowndamn knight in shining armor.
I didn’t need to be saved.
But as I finally drifted off to sleep, it was that wide chest I imagined resting on, and those massive arms wrapping tightly around me.
And I slept like a damn baby.
CHAPTER FIVE
Colter
“Hit me again,” Raff said with a boyish smile.
The woman next to him, dressed in a damn nurse’s Halloween costume, reached for his electrolyte drink—complete with a hot pink twisty straw—and held it up to him.
“Not a fucking thing wrong with his arms,” Slash said as he walked past, shaking his head.
