Merry Blissmas (Biker Bitches 3)

There was a difference between being cute and being a bitch. He had married one, resulting in being divorced before he was twenty. As cute as Bliss was when she was bitchy, it didn’t tempt him to unsnap his jeans.

Bliss barely seemed to be holding on to her temper. “What’s your problem?”

“Sit.” He didn’t raise his voice, yet he noticed the hint of command made her knees tremble.

He knew her body was fighting the instinct to obey him, but she was unable to keep herself from going to the table and sitting down.

“You’re very sexually oriented, aren’t you?”

Bliss frowned across the room at him. “What does that mean?”

“That you’re used to having sex regularly.”

“Then, yes.”

“How much?”

“That’s kind of personal…” Bliss evaded.

“You don’t strike me as being shy.”

“I’m not,” she admitted. “When I lived at the clubhouse, I was used to having sex any time I wanted it. Does that answer your question?”

Yes, it did, and he wasn’t surprised. He had heard the gossip around town without taking part in it. He really didn’t care how many men she had fucked before him as long as she didn’t continue to since he was seeing her. That was a deal breaker for him.

“How often since you left the clubhouse?”

“None.”

That was what he had hoped to hear.

“Is that why you want to have sex with me, because you’re horny?”

“Yes.”

“I see.” Drake stared at the little blonde glaring back at him petulantly. He wanted to fuck her senseless, but that wouldn’t accomplish his goal. If he stood there much longer, though, his resolve was going to break.

She had lost her bitchy attitude and was back to being cute.

Drake gripped each side of the counter, his knuckles white from the pressure he exerted. “It’s time I left. I need to pick Jace and Cal up from work. Their car wouldn’t start, so I’m playing chauffeur until Jo’s finished with the repairs.”

Bliss jumped up from the chair. “I thought Stephanie was picking them up and dropping them off at your house.”

“I’m going to save her the trip.” Drake carefully released the counter after he regained enough self-control, brushing past her as he headed for the living room.

“Wait!” Bliss grabbed his arm. “I don’t understand. Why are you leaving? Aren’t you attracted to me?” Her confused expression had his dick pressing against the zipper of his jeans.

“Bliss, this isn’t the time—”

Her hand dropped from his arm. “You don’t have to say anything else. I understand.”

Drake stopped. “You do?”

“Yes, you should have told me. I’m cool with it.”

“With what?”

“You’re gay. I can see how it would be difficult to come out in a small town like Treepoint.”

“I’m not gay. You think I’m gay?” He wasn’t insulted, but he thought it was sad as hell that the only reason she could think of for why he wasn’t having sex with her was because she believed he was gay.

“Not many men run away when I ask them to fuck me.”

“I’m not running away.” Drake shoved his hands in his pockets to keep himself from spanking her ass. “I’m just not going to become a dildo to get you off because The Last Riders got tired of you.”

She jerked as if he had struck her. “I think you’re right, it’s time you left.” She moved past him to open the door.

“Bliss…” His anger at her dissipated. He had seen the puppy-dog eyes that had followed after Shade the night of the basketball game, so he should have realized the remark would cut her deeply. Drake intended to be in her bed; he just wasn’t going to be at her beck and call simply because she no longer had the one she wanted there.

“Good night.”

Drake sighed. The only way to calm her down at that point would be to give in and take her to bed, and if he did that, then everything he had been trying to accomplish with the little spitfire would be lost.

“Good night, Bliss. I’ll give you a call tomorrow.”

“You do that,” Bliss snapped before slamming the door in his face.

Drake almost opened the door and showed the woman she had nearly pushed him too far. As an alternative, he went to his car, sliding behind the wheel.

Bliss had no idea she was pushing him. When she did, she would realize how kind he had been. Regardless, if she kept it up, she would find out he had a way of dealing with her that would put her where she belonged—in his bed, begging him for forgiveness.

He drove through town, first picking up Jace at Pizza Shop, where he was making pizzas instead of delivering them due to the car issue, and then swinging by to pick up Cal from the grocery store. The boys filled him in on their days as he travelled the dark streets toward his home.