Chapter Four
Sophia
I woke up in my own bed, and that confused me.
The last thing I remembered was watching Darlin’ Bride with the hot biker who’d rescued me yesterday.
It really was one of my favorite movies, but mostly I’d chosen it to see the look on his face.
Turns out he was a pretty good sport, hadn’t even flinched at the title.
The cell phone sitting on the bedside table chimed, lighting up with an incoming text, and I reached for it. It wasn’t Deuce’s phone and it definitely wasn’t mine, but Janet’s name and number were on the display.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, wincing as bruises from yesterday’s escapade made themselves known. Hesitantly, I picked the phone up and hit the call button, setting it on speaker mode.
“Hello?” Definitely Janet, but she sounded much too perky for first thing in the morning. I glanced at the clock on my dresser. Okay, maybe not so early.
“What’s up? I’m betting George didn’t turn out to be Prince Charming or you wouldn’t have texted me to come over so early last night.”
“Prince Charming he was not. I don’t want to do this over the phone. Come on over and I’ll fill you in. But give me an hour or so. I need to get rid of some company.”
“Interesting.” Janet sounded intrigued. “Not Prince Charming but you kept him for a night of rousing sex?”
“Hardly.” I snorted. “It’s not George, but it’s a long story. You coming over?”
“Absolutely! I have to now, just to find out who you spent the night with.”
A floorboard creaked, and I looked up to see Deuce leaning against the doorjamb again, the ghost of a smile curving his lips. He’d obviously overheard that last remark.
I met his gaze and felt a flutter of heat in my belly. If anything, he looked more scrumptious this morning with his hair slightly mussed from a night on my sofa.
I picked up the phone and turned off speaker mode. “Thanks. See you soon.”
“Put the coffee on!” Janet laughed as she disconnected the call.
Deuce straightened up and entered the room, placing a steaming cup on the bedside table. “Heard you moving around and figured you could use a coffee. That was your BFF returning your call?”
I nodded. “She’ll be here in an hour, so if you’re still here you can expect the third degree.
She’ll be nice about it, but she’s like a terrier with a bone.
I’d give you ten minutes before she knows everything about you including your shoe size and where you went to kindergarten.
” I wrapped my hands around the coffee mug and took a deep gulp.
He cocked his head. “If I’m still here? You giving me the option of avoiding her?”
I picked up the coffee and inhaled, dragging the awesome aroma deep into my lungs. “Your choice. I love her to pieces, but she’s not subtle.”
“I’ll be okay. I like it when people are upfront.”
I wrinkled my nose and took a mouthful of coffee. “Upfront. I suppose that’s one way to put it. Most people call it rude and nosy. And on that note, where did the phone magically appear from? It wasn’t here last night, and I’m pretty sure you haven’t had time to go shopping.”
“Prospects brought it over earlier this morning. Ace thought it best you have a new number, so I programmed your friend’s info into it from my phone and texted the number to her.
The rest of the setup is up to you. It should do until you have time to go buy one you like.
You can always have your provider forward calls from your old number to this one for now. ”
I shrugged. “A phone is a phone. I don’t really have a favorite brand or anything like that. Thank you, though. I can’t believe how lost I felt without one.”
A ghost of a smile curved his lips. “You’re welcome. I need to get a few things done today, but I’ll hang around until your friend shows up. How’s the arm this morning?”
I held it up so he could see the bandage. “It’s good, but I really want to have a shower, and I probably shouldn’t get it wet again. That hurt like hell.”
“No problem. I can wrap it for you. You have any plastic wrap in the kitchen? Maybe some duct tape?”
I suppressed a laugh, picturing an old TV show where the redneck host fixed just about everything with duct tape and a can of WD40. “Plastic wrap is in the pantry cupboard and there should be a roll of duct tape in the tool caddy by the back door.”
“Be right back.” He pivoted and disappeared down the hallway.
I sipped coffee and contemplated the drastic change in my life.
Less than twenty-four hours ago I’d been deciding what to wear on yet another blind date, wondering if there were any good single men left out there.
Now I was sitting on my bed in my jammies, while the sexy biker who’d spent the night on my sofa went looking for supplies so I could have a shower.
The reason he’d spent the night on the sofa came rushing back, ruining my cheerful mood. I’d been kidnapped and nearly sold like a piece of merchandise, or a pet dog. I might still be in danger.
One part of me wanted to call my dad and let him handle things his way. The other part acknowledged this wasn’t his fight, and if he got involved things could turn ugly. He wouldn’t hesitate to do whatever he felt necessary to protect me, and I didn’t have enough cash in the bank to post bail.
Deuce strode back into the room, plastic wrap and duct tape in hand. “Let’s see that arm.”
I obediently held out my arm.
Deuce studied it intently before wrapping it in plastic and securing the ends with the duct tape. Between that and my flannel jammies, I presented the least sexy picture possible.
“Thanks.” Yup. Crazy cat lady was definitely a possibility in my near future.
“You okay to shower alone?”
My gaze flew to his face. “You offering to join me?”
“You considering letting me?”
I licked my lips, and his gaze dropped to my mouth. The temperature in the room rose dramatically.
He reached out and took my hand, pulling me to my feet and into his embrace.
“We shouldn’t do this.” I melted against him.
“Why not?” He dipped his head, and his lips brushed across mine.
“Janet will be here in less than an hour.” I flicked my tongue out to taste him.
“Then we’re wasting time, aren’t we?” He muttered the question against my lips.
“I don’t have sex on a first date.”
“We’re not dating. Are we?” He nibbled on my ear.
“No.” I was losing this argument fast. “I need to have a shower.”
“I can scrub your back for you. Multitasking is good.”
I sighed, conceding defeat to my overactive libido. “Yes, it is.”
A grin lit his face from one side to the other and he scooped me up like I weighed nothing. Striding into the bathroom, he set me down beside the shower stall and reached in to turn on the water.
Pivoting to face me, he pulled a foil-wrapped package out of his pocket and tossed it onto the counter before he quickly shucked his shirt. Pinning me with his gaze, he unzipped his jeans.
His eyes never wavered from my face. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I loved that he paused to ask. A gentleman biker. Who would have thought it?
I nodded silently.
He wasn’t wearing anything under those jeans, and when he let go of the waistband, his cock sprang free.
I gulped. He was big. Impressively big. I was no virgin, but I’d never seen a cock that large before.
Shimmying the jeans down to his feet, he kicked them aside and stood before me in all his naked splendor. His eyes blazed with lust. “Your turn.”
I reached up and slowly undid the buttons on my shirt. I loved the way his gaze tracked the progress of my hands as I flicked each button. Mindful of my plastic-wrapped arm, I wiggled my shoulders and let the top slide off in slow motion to land in a flannel puddle at my feet.
Deuce wrapped one hand around his cock and gave it a long stroke from tip to base. “Can’t wait to taste those gorgeous tits.”
I lowered my head and peeked out at him from under my eyelashes. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of the pants, I lowered them inch by slow inch. I’d never done a striptease before, and flannel pjs seemed like the least sexy outfit for it, but the look on Deuce’s face sent my pulse racing.
I paused with the pants barely covering my mound.
Deuce gave his cock another stroke.
I turned and wiggled my butt, letting the pants fall to the floor.
Deuce let out a deep breath. “Gorgeous.” He reached out and turned me to face him. Placing one finger under my chin, he tilted it up and blazed a sizzling hot kiss on my mouth.
I opened my lips, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck. My breasts pressed against the solid muscle of his chest as his tongue invaded my mouth, claiming it.
I strained to get closer, craving the heat of his male body. Yearning for the feeling of power it gave me to know I was the one he wanted. I was the reason his cock was rock hard.
He held me with one hand on my hip and the other cradling my head. He was gentle and passionate at the same time, the perfect mix of gentleman and lustful lover.
Excitement ripped through me as I felt his hard length pressed against my belly. I needed this, needed to feel alive. Needed to feel in control after the horror of being drugged and thrown in that van.
“I wanted to be gentle with you,” he whispered in my ear. “But I’m not sure I can. I want you so bad.”
I reached down with one hand to circle his hard length. “I don’t need gentle. I want to feel alive.”
“Oh, fuck. You have no clue how badly I want you.”
I tightened my fingers around his shaft. “I’m getting the idea.”
He wrapped one arm around me and reached in to test the water temperature. Satisfied, he lifted me and placed me under the warm spray.
The wave of water washing over me felt deeply sensual. The temperature and the pressure sent darts of liquid heat down every nerve. Add to that the sight of Deuce, all tatted muscle and rock-hard cock, and I could barely contain myself.