Innocence Burned(15)

“You sure you’re ready?”

I laughed. “Lay it on me. I’m a big girl.”

“I grew up in an MC in the tiny speck on the map called

Sultan, Washington, only a couple of hours from here, but as far from city life as you could imagine.”

“MC?”

“Motorcycle club.”

I grabbed his thighs. “Oh my God. Like on television. I knew it. You are a badass.”

He rolled his eyes at me. “Badass Marine remember? And no, living in an MC is not like what you watch on television. Even reality television isn’t reality, let alone some scripted show where the bad guys do so much crazy shit any real person would be dead or rotting away in prison for life.”

“Awww. Don’t ruin it for me. I like watching it. It’s the perfect show for a drinking game. Every time someone gets shot, drink. Every time someone tells a lie, drink. Every time someone cheats on their girl, drink. And so on. Thanks to my best friend, Brenda, I’ve never made it through an entire episode sober.”

“You’re a nut, babe.”

“I am not a nut. Sheltered remember?”

“You are a nut. But I want a kiss anyway.”

He pulled me into his lap and covered my mouth with his. The instant shot of heat and lust made me almost melt. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, holding me close with a firm grip. His tongue touched mine and I had to place my hands on his chest to steady myself.

Heat flared between my legs, but I wasn’t ready to go there quite yet. I wanted to hear more of his story. I was fascinated about this club of his. With great effort, I pulled free and sat back. “I want more story. No fair distracting me.”

“Okay, fine. But don’t forget you offered quid pro quo.”

I didn’t care what I had to do in return as long as he kept talking to me in that rough low voice. Him getting turned on by me was the most attractive sound I’d ever heard.

This time he didn’t let go as he cleared the dishes before he turned to the side and spread us out on the bed with my back to his front. He even grabbed my hips and nestled me against his already hard cock. With that tucked between my cheeks I was already growing slick. I had no idea how long I could hold out before I begged him for sex and I had a feeling that was all part of his plan.

“You’re like the devil.”

A rumble of laughter vibrated through my back. “Then we’re perfect together. The princess and the devil, a match made in lust.”

I was going to resist as long as I could. “Story, please.”

He sighed, but continued. “My father was the president.”

“Ooh like—” He covered my mouth with his hand cutting me off.

“You want me to tell the story or not?”

I nodded my head, his hand still wrapped around my mouth.

“Our family didn’t start out in the club. My father was in the Army when I was born. So I guess you could say the military was in my blood as much as the MC. But after spending some time in the desert during Desert Shield and Desert Storm, he got out. That’s when him and his best friend started the club. I guess back then it was fun. They wanted to spend as much time as possible on the road where they could ride free. Over the years the club grew and the focus did too. Life stopped being simple.” I stopped trying to interject and got lost in his story of growing up with a motorcycle club.

The two of us lying in bed was as natural to me as if I’d known him for years. Some of the violence and danger he witnessed reminded me of my own family. Early on I was a nosy child and I used to sneak around the house listening to my father. Those were stories I could never share with anyone. I barely comprehended them myself.

By the time he got to the part about his mother’s accidental death, silent tears were streaming down my face. We were two totally different people with different backgrounds, yet we shared many similarities. I lost my mother too. Except she suffered through cancer before she died…

“Shhh. It’s okay, Princess. You don’t have to cry for me.” He was rubbing his hand up and down my back trying to soothe me. And it did. I wanted to tell him about my mother too, but the memories were still too fresh. My mother had been gone less than a month when my father informed me that I was getting married. I thought I was going to finally start college.

That memory dried my tears. The man I called father did not deserve them.

“It’s three in the morning, beautiful and we’ve been talking for hours. I think we should get some sleep.”

“Okay,” I whispered. I did feel drained. And for the moment I was safe. My badass biker Marine would make sure of it. I smiled and tucked his hand under my chin. I closed my eyes and savored his warmth. I was sleepy…