But they were gone.
He took the beer bottles from Kaity’s hand and put them on the nightstand. She managed to hobble her way to the bed and sat down. Erik stood and handed her a beer.
“Have a drink,” he said. “Before we talk.”
“Talk about what?”
“Look, this isn’t a fucking vacation. This isn’t cool and exciting. This is real life.”
Kaity pointed to her leg. “You think I don’t know that?”
The way her lip curled made her look badass and beautiful. Erik turned away and caught his reflection in the mirror. Before he knew what he was doing, he threw the beer bottle across the room at the mirror. He missed the mirror by an inch, but the beer bottle exploded when it hit the wall.
He was breathing heavily. The urge was still there. It was getting stronger. He wanted to put an end to all the bullshit. The urge was real. His right hand opened and he slowly started to reach down. He was going to do this. He didn't care if he did it in front of Kaity. Her nonchalant demeanor in the midst of all the excitement proved that she was hiding her own demons.
Erik felt Kaity touch his hand. She squeezed once and then let go.
“It’s okay,” she whispered.
“It’s not.”
Kaity lifted the beer bottle to her lips, took a drink, and then placed the bottle in Erik’s hand. He closed his fingers around the bottle.
“Don’t throw this one please,” Kaity said.
She offered a quick smile and then swallowed hard.
Erik lifted the bottle to his lips and pounded the entire bottle of beer at once. Then he aimed and threw it into the trashcan. He set his sights to the nightstand and opened the top drawer. It was full of bullets and condoms, but there were also a couple spare bottles of whiskey. When he glanced at Kaity her eyes were wide at the sight of the condoms.
Erik grabbed a bottle of whiskey and took two huge gulps. It burned going down, but it started to settle the urge inside him.
“Erik…”
“I have to look at your leg,” Erik said.
He crouched down and put his hands to Kaity’s waist. She jumped and gasped.
“Calm down,” Erik said. “If I was fucking making a move at you, you’d know it. Slide the fuck back.”
Kaity slid back a few inches. Erik straightened her leg and touched it. It was impossible to not think sexual thoughts when he was pissed off. He had already punched someone today and shot someone. Now all he needed was a good fuck to satisfy him.
“How bad does it hurt?” he asked.
“It just stings.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you need take your pants off. I need to see your leg and get the bullet out if there’s one in there.”
“Okay.”
Kaity started to slide forward but stopped. Her left hand had slipped under the sheet. When she pulled her hand out, a neon green bra was hooked over her pointer finger.
“Yours?” she asked.
“Fucking funny,” Erik said.
Erik wasn’t ashamed of what he did. He was a biker. He was part of a MC that lived and died by honor and bullets. In between living and dying, there was some time to enjoy booze, pussy, and fighting.
Kaity held the bra up and shook her head.
“Got something to say?” Erik asked.
“Small chest,” Kaity said. “Too bad for you.”
Erik backed up a few inches and made fists. Why did Kaity just say something so fucking flirty and sexy? She had a bullet hole in her leg, yet she was more focused on getting to him. What was she getting at here? What did she want?
“Do you want to keep this?” Kaity asked.
“You’re starting to piss me the fuck off,” Erik said. “Stand up and strip your pants off.”
Kaity stood and dropped the bra. Erik saw it on the floor and shook his head.
Stupid fucking relievers.
Erik was eye level with Kaity’s button on her jeans. He watched her open the button and unzip her pants. She stuck her hands to her waist and wiggled her hips as she pushed the jeans down. When Erik saw the dark red panties on her body, his cock thickened. He throbbed; the blood rushed everywhere. He groaned as Kaity started to take her jeans off.
“Can you help?” Kaity asked.
She put her hands to Erik’s shoulders, slightly bent. She looked down at Erik, her hair falling in front of her face. Nothing about this was meant to be sexual but the room was filled with the tension.
Erik clamped his hands to Kaity’s legs, just above her knees. Her left leg was still slightly bleeding but Erik couldn’t help himself. He was struggling to control the intense feelings running through his body and his mind, but he managed to help Kaity out of the rest of her jeans and then he gently pushed at her hips.