Chapter Eight
I GRUMBLED, SHIFTING on the uncomfortable bed. The sheets slipped from my naked body, pooling on the floor when I shifted after hearing a noise by the door. Poised in the doorway was Haddie, her hand tracing a path down her equally naked body as her eyes ran over me, a wicked smile on her face. “Haddie,” My voice was husky, thick with lust as I watched her tease herself with an insinuating finger before raising it to her lips.
She sauntered towards me, and I found myself holding my breath, struck by the sheer force of how fucking beautiful she was, and her eyes held mine captive, her gaze never wavering. As she reached the bed, she bent down to press her lips against mine, her hands firmly guiding me onto my back as she claimed her position above me. Her lips moved lower, leaving a trail of tingling sensation down my neck and chest.
She loved the power she held over me. I had seen this in women before, but Haddie was different; she held my heart hostage with every glance she sent my way. Her actions were slow and deliberate, sending a wave of anticipation through me. “Haddie?” My voice was barely audible as I threaded my fingers through her hair—liquid fire, relishing the heat building inside my body.
Her soft tongue worked wonders on my skin as she took me into her mouth, her moans vibrating against me. “Haddie,” I called out again through gritted teeth, but she didn’t respond. Our eyes remained locked as she continued to work over me, stirring a storm of pleasure so intense that when it finally hit its peak, I found myself shaking uncontrollably.
“Damn!” I cried out, sitting upright in bed abruptly. My heart pounded in my chest as I took in the mess around me. “What the fuck?” My voice sounded foreign to my ears; it had all been a dream. I hadn’t done this shit since I was a fucking teenager.
With a heavy sigh, I slipped out of bed to clean myself up. My gaze strayed towards the adjoining door that separated my dream from the tantalizing reality I knew existed. I was left with the whispers of what could have been, amplifying my longing for Haddie. This vivid dream had stirred the hunger I still held for her. I slipped on a pair of jeans and eyed the door separating us and, as if my feet had a mind of their own, headed that way.
I laid my hand on the doorknob, pressing my ear against the rough wood, straining for any sound. Silence. Haddie was out cold, so I eased the knob around, heart thumping a bit when the door swung open—unlocked. “Dammit, Haddie,” I muttered under my breath. She’s gotta know better than that. Anyone could’ve been in the connecting room and waltzed right in. I slipped inside, my feet whisper-quiet on the floor as I crept toward the bed. Just needed a glimpse of Haddie to settle my restless mind without waking her.
Just a peek and then I’d leave.
But the closer I got, the tighter my stomach knotted. The bed was empty. Flipping on the lamp, the harsh truth hit me—she wasn’t here. “Shit.” Had she bolted? I rushed to the window, heart racing, just in time to catch a small shadow darting into the woods.
Cursing under my breath, I hurried to slip on some shoes and hurried outside, tracking her path. No way was I gonna shout and tip anyone off; I was supposed to be watching Haddie. If she got lost or worse, it’d be on my head. And the last thing I needed was to rile up Patch—he was a ticking bomb lately.
There she was ahead, slipping through the dark like a cat, silent and sure. I couldn’t help but shake my head; darkness was Haddie’s ally, not her enemy. Guess that’s one of the million reasons we meshed so well.
At last, she paused by a creek, settling by a tree to dip her toes into the cool stream. I hung back, hidden, watching her. She wasn’t running away; she was searching for peace. So, I planted myself on the ground, keeping her in my sight for hours, sharing the quiet night without her knowing. It was calm, contemplative.
Together, yet apart.
When she finally stood to head back, I trailed her at a distance, making sure she was safely back at the clubhouse before I even thought about returning to my room. Alone again, the ache of her absence dug deep, and I spent the night parked by our shared door, too damn stubborn to bridge the gap between us. But I’d be watching, always near—there was no help for it.