Her faces hardens, and this time, she doesn’t spout off a smart remark, and I feel like a dick.
“You have ten minutes to freshen up before I am out the door.”
Tension rolls off her as she struts by me. As if I can’t control them, my eyes zero in on her ass as her hips sway. The way her shorts hug her curves might just kill a man.
A few minutes pass by when she comes out of the bathroom in her same shorts but wearin
g a black tank top that somehow makes her appear more appealing than before.
How is it possible for someone so damn sexy to drive me mad the moment she opens her mouth?
Maybe we should stay here. Taking her to the clubhouse unclaimed and looking so damn fine isn’t a smart idea. Her father’s name should be enough to protect her, but some brothers get too drunk and overzealous. Not to mention not everyone knows why she is here or even who she is.
“How old are you, really?”
“Old enough to know better but young and dumb enough to do it anyways.” She laughs, and her lips stretch into a warming smile. A smile that reaches across the room and grabs me by my dick. A smile I’d do anything to keep on her face.
I’ve never been a praying man, but God help me.
I’m in trouble.
Chapter Five
—Harley—
Pulling up to clubhouse on the back of Reaper’s motorcycle I feel excited and nervous. Back home in Drag Creek, my parents never let me go to the Roadhouse. That never stopped me from sneaking in with Kyler, but I have no idea what to expect at here. This isn’t home. There is no one here to save me from the monsters in the dark. The thing is…I wasn’t completely honest with my parents. I’ve known someone is stalking me for months.
At first, I had thought it was Kyler being sweet. When he said it wasn’t him, I thought maybe I had a secret admirer who was afraid to come forward because I was with Kyler. It started with a card here and there left under my windshield wiper. As time went on though things escalated to gifts. I thought it was sweet. Chocolates and flowers left on my driver’s seat. I never even questioned how they were gaining access to my car. I always lock my doors.
I liked the attention. It was attention my boyfriend wasn’t giving me. Looking back, I know Kyler was only using me for sex. I was blind, and I thought I was in love. Only when the gifts started to get more personal did I start to worry.
Notes that read:
Beautiful girl,
I can’t wait to feast upon you while you wear nothing but my collar. Until then this will do.
Forever yours,
Mr. X
He’d leave lingerie. Sometimes a dress.
Then the notes would ask me if we could meet. There was never any contact information on the notes. I suppose he expected me to write back. I trashed everything he sent me. Weeks went by with no contact until the first condom showed up in my car.
“Are you even listening to me?” Reaper waves a hand over my face.
I blink. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I said when we get inside you do as I say when I say. No ifs, ands, or buts.”
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever, Dad,” I reply flippantly.
“Don’t get smart with me.” His low voice grates in my ear as he leans in close. The earthy scent of him mingled with the scent of his leather envelops me and my knees go weak when his strong arm circles my waist. Reaper’s other hand grabs my chin, holding me firmly in place. I close my eyes in defiance. “I’m far from your daddy, sweetheart. I won’t take no lip from you unless you’re sucking my dick which won’t be happening.” He squeezes my face. “Look at me when I talk to you.”
Opening my eyes, I stare into his dark chocolate pools that threaten to drown me as his tongue darts out and wets his bottom lip. For a moment I wonder if he’s going to kiss me as he returns my gaze.
“You show it to her yet?” A guy with dirty blonde hair that reaches past his shoulders slaps Reaper on the back breaking the electric charged moment. Reaper immediately drops his hands to his sides and leads me through the door.