Okay, so she was at his MC compound gauging by the fact he was referring to women as “club whores.”
“I’m sure you have a lot of questions, and so do I. But get dressed, and come on out to the main room.”
She slowly nodded, eyed the clothes on the bed, and looked back at him.
“I’ll just wait in the hall. Are you hungry, thirsty?” The little bit of tap water she had gotten from the facet had done the job of quenching her thirst, but it was nasty-ass water with a rusty flavor.”
She nodded again. He didn’t move, but the look he gave her made Sonya feel like a bug under a microscope.
“You don’t talk? Or you can’t?”
She swallowed and then licked her lips. She was being rude. “I’m sorry. I just don’t really know what to say, or exactly why you didn’t leave me out there to die.” Again, he didn’t move, but after a few second he nodded and tilted his head toward the bedroom door.
“I’ll be waiting in the hall for you to dress.”
“Okay, thank you.”
He nodded again. “Are you in pain?”
As if on instinct she placed a hand on her shoulder, which started throbbing at his question. The strange thing was as soon as she had seen him in her room she had totally forgotten about the pain until he had just brought it up.
“Yeah.”
“We can give you something for that.” With that he turned and left, shutting the door behind him and leaving her in darkness once more.
Sonya exhaled, not realizing she had been holding in that one breath. She walked over to the clothes, saw they weren’t anything but a pair of sweats and a white tee, but it was a hell of a lot better than her current topless state and dirt covered jeans. After dressing quickly she made her way to the door.
Why are you so nervous? Everything will be okay. At least that is what she told herself trying to be optimistic. What if these bikers were no better than Trick and his men? What if they meant to keep her here against her will? Right now she was just speculating, because until she talked to that beast of a man out there, she was a free woman.
Chapter Five
Jagger leaned against the wall in the hallway and stared at the closed bedroom door. He honestly hadn’t thought she’d be up and walking around, and had gone in to see how she was doing. But when he had seen her wrapped in that sheet, her chest heaving and her breasts pressed against the too thin material, his animal had gone ballistic inside of him. He was hard, but there was really no surprise there since he had been that way since he had seen her. The smell of her, something sweet and arousing, was all it had taken to have his dick standing at attention. The door opened, and he straightened off the wall. She stepped out of the room, and instantly his bear started pushing for supremacy. Normally he’d let the bastard out, let him take control, but right now Jagger was the one that wanted this opportunity with her, and that realization had this uncomfortable tightness settling in his gut.
“Thank you for the clothes.” She picked at the shirt that molded to her breasts and left nothing to the imagination. The clothes weren’t anything spectacular, and in fact were a bit snug on her, but it was either get some that would semi-fit her, or bring her a set of his and she’d be swimming in them. She looked at her feet, and her awkwardness in the situation was a tingling in his nose. The sweats showed off her generous thighs, and he knew as soon as she turned around her ass would be popping.
“You’re welcome. Come on. We can go in one of the smaller rooms and talk.” He gestured for her to go ahead of him even though she wouldn’t know where to go, but dammit, Jagger wanted to see her ass. She hesitated for a moment, but moved forward, and he zeroed in on the rounded, jiggling mounds of her butt. Fuck. He scrubbed a hand over his head, but couldn’t take his eyes off the way her cheeks moved up and down as she slowly moved forward. All kinds of nasty, sexual things slammed into his head in vivid color, and his dick throbbed. He needed to get his shit together and stop thinking about fucking this female. Jagger forced himself to move ahead of her, but walking was pretty uncomfortable given the fact he was sporting massive wood.
He led her to the back of the clubhouse, away from the drinking, drugs, and sex going on in the main room. He stopped in front of what had been used as an unofficial office, but was mainly used to store shit. He supposed he could have just talked to her in the bedroom, but for some reason he didn’t want her to make her even more uncomfortable, and staying in the bedroom seemed overly intimate and a little dangerous. And since when do you give a fuck about making anyone comfortable? On every other occasion that was true, but for some reason he felt different with this female, and he didn’t even know her name.