Frisco

20. Kali

20

KALI

W hen I looked up, the room was less dark. It was six a.m. I was in bed, as I’d decided that was the best option. I didn't know what I would’ve walked into if I’d left the room, and I didn't want to get on the phone. Drunk phone time was never good.

But score! I’d switched out the pillowcase for an extra silk one in my bag.

Also, I was still drunk.

I reached up, my wrap was still in place. I hadn’t changed into my usual sleeping clothes because I didn’t know this place. I didn’t know what was going to happen. Anxiety swirled in my gut.

Where is Shane?

A toilet flushed, and then I heard footsteps. Big, heavy ones.

Guess I knew what or who had woken me. When had I actually gone to bed? Maybe four?

I heard the bathroom door open, and I looked for the bedroom door.

After a moment it opened, and everything was still dark beyond. They must’ve had blackout shades. Shane came in.

That’s when it hit me, and I bolted upright. “Oh no, you don’t.”

My body temperature shot up as my eyes traveled over the muscles moving under his very tattooed skin. All those muscles. I’d thought the man was lean. I was wrong. I was remembering sitting behind him on his bike, my body plastered against his, my thighs hugging his, and I gulped. He wasn’t lean. He was muscle, just pure muscle.

All man. Holy, all man.

I was too old to be feeling this way. I didn’t know I still had this in me. I felt hot and bothered like… I didn’t know, because this wasn’t a schoolgirl kind of feeling. This was much more—much, much more. I guess Foley hadn’t totally broken me.

“Don’t what?” Shane rasped. I heard his exhaustion, but there were other emotions too. Tension? Wariness?

“You can’t sleep here.”

“Bullshit. I ain’t sleeping anywhere else.” He moved to the side of the bed.

Hearing his determination, I decided to pick my battles. This wasn’t one of them. Grabbing my pillow, I sat up to leave as he got in bed, but he snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me back.

“Nope.”

“What?” I tensed.

He pulled me closer to him. “Nope.”

“Get off me.”

His arm slid lower.

My eyes bugged out. “Fine. You want to sleep in the bed, I’ll go out there.”

“Nope.”

Then he tucked me under him and lowered his head to the crook of my shoulder. It was a very firm snuggle.

I had no idea how to digest this. “Shane.”

“I’m tired.”

“You’re not hearing me.” I poked him in the arm.

He snorted into my neck. “You’re not feeling me, babe.”

Feeling?

“Wha—”

He ground his hips into me from behind.

I felt him now. Instant sauna temperatures in here. Instant. I almost groaned, because now I was remembering the bike and how I’d wanted to touch him then. This was starting to feel like the hardest thing I’d ever do because I needed to resist him. He had too much control over me, and it was all happening way too fast.

“Shane!” I sunk my nails into his arm, hoping to peel him off, but he just ignored me. I was pretty sure I broke the skin too. “Hey.”

“Didn’t know you were into that, but we can play around. I’m okay with that.”

Okay with—I shoved his arm off me and sat up. I didn’t move to get off the bed. I knew where I’d end up if I did that, but I looked down at him, trying for scolding, yet not totally knowing why. “This—”

He flipped us so I was on my back and he hovered above me. His hand slid around the side of my neck and held me there, in his palm. “Things accelerated with us in your motel room. Usually—” He stopped himself, shaking his head. “There’s no usually about this. I tried to walk away from you in the grocery store, and I couldn’t. Things changed, and I’m thinking we’ve got a pattern here. There ain’t no normal for you and me, and babe , there is a you and me.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but I closed it as he lowered his hips up and into me. I felt what was between us, and I fought to keep from squirming, wanting to push back against him. Damn . That felt good. So good.

Every nerve receptor I had was turned on . I had no idea how to handle any of this, but in the meantime, Shane had gone quiet, one of his eyebrows raised.

He grinned. “You might not think you’re moving, but, babe, you are.” He pushed up into me again, and I let out a loud groan, my eyes closing.

Holy. Damn!

“Yeah.” His word came out as a whisper, and I felt him lower his head, his nose grazing the side of my cheek. “I want you something fierce, but I need sleep, and I’m aware you need some type of explanation. For now, for the next few hours, can we ignore what we both want to do to each other and sleep?”

I opened my eyes. Sleep with him? I didn’t know if I could. “I think I might still be drunk.”

He snorted a laugh, moving to lie beside me again, still holding me close. “Figured. I saw the wine bottle on the counter—saw it was empty too.”

Something about that statement made me embarrassed, but his arm came over me, and he rested a hand on my hip. He tugged me against him once more, one of his legs sliding between mine, and he moved it up, pressing right there, right where I could ride him to my climax.

“I don’t know how to handle this,” I told him. “It’s too fast. I’m cautious and slow.”

“I’m aware of that too.” He moved in and kissed my cheek, sliding down to my throat, and I was fast unable to think any more.

His hand slid to my stomach, pressing, holding me there.

His leg moved up, grinding into me.

I stifled a moan because it all felt so good.

His mouth tracked back up, tasting me until he got to my mouth. Then he lifted, just the slightest bit. I could breathe his air as he said, “How about right now, this morning, you’re not cautious and slow?” He kissed me softly as his hand slid down, into my underwear, and he ran a finger between my folds. “How’s that feel?”

I couldn’t answer because as he circled me, his thumb rubbing over my clit, he slid inside. All the way inside, and he went deep.

I let out a groan, my eyes closed. I wrapped my hand around his wrist as he moved his finger in and out of me. I didn’t stop him. Oh no. I began guiding him, controlling the rhythm, the speed, and when I wanted him deep, I pushed him deep.

He let me, following my every movement, but I realized he didn’t need the guidance.

Opening my eyes, I found him right where he’d been before, his eyes locked on mine. He grinned down at me.

I cursed, and his mouth dipped and covered mine.

Only one other time I’d been kissed like this.

It was like he knew me from inside out, my mouth, my body. He knew exactly how to command my pleasure, and I was helpless except to receive it. He moved two fingers into me, stroking deep and hard, then gentle, rolling into me.

“Jesus,” he breathed as I felt his body shudder. Then his mouth was gone from me.

“Wha—”

He shoved the sheets away and yanked off my shorts and underwear. His mouth replaced his thumb.

Oh.

My.

Goooooddd.

I was coming apart, my entire body bending up into that touch.

He ate me, and his tongue swept around me. His fingers pulled out, and his tongue thrust in.

So fast. Way too fast.

I wasn’t used to this, but I couldn’t do anything. The pleasure was almost attacking me, coming at me all at once, and I held on to his head, keeping him firmly between my legs, where he ate, with pleasure.

Then with a roar, he moved back up, his mouth finding mine, and he thrust three fingers deep, deep into me. I nearly folded up at how hard he shoved, but he just kept going, thrusting, thrusting.

I couldn’t hold on—a scream began to build that he swallowed, and his thumb moved on my clit.

I came impossibly hard. The tremors ripped through me, tearing me apart.

Shane groaned and moved my body, turning me to the side and putting his hand on my ass.

“Wha—”

“Not going to do anything there, not yet,” he murmured against my mouth. His hand smoothed over my ass, taking a firm hold as he pushed his fingers into me again, one last roll and he held me as my body shook.

He was still firm behind me, and I shifted back, rolling my hips against him. “You—”

He cut me off, his mouth finding mine. The long kiss was almost sweet at the end. He lifted his head. “I need sleep more than anything else right now. You’ll stay with me?”

I didn’t think I could move at that moment. My bones had melted. I nodded.

He closed his eyes, touched his forehead to my shoulder, and settled in, holding me.

I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep, but after a while, hearing his long, deep intakes of breath relaxed me, and…

Knock! Knock!

Shane cursed, but he was up and out of the bed before the knock sounded again. He opened the door, and I heard a muffled conversation before he shut it again. I sat up when he didn’t come back to bed.

The clock said it was almost one in the afternoon, and a roar of engines sounded from outside.

I jumped from the bed, going to the window, and I could see a long line of Harleys coming down the driveway, circling and parking in front of the house.

A toilet flushed. I heard water running, and then the door opened again.

“That’s part of my charter coming,” Shane said, looking toward the window.

I let go of the window shade, turning to him. “I thought you already had part of your charter here.”

“Only some.” He bent down, picking up his clothes. Rifling through them, he separated some items and picked up a bag I hadn’t seen yesterday. He pulled out some new clothes and dressed, a white shirt under his cut. The same jeans as yesterday. He’d left his boots at the door.

“What’s happening today?”

When he looked over, I was taken aback by how much more guarded he seemed today than yesterday. His jaw clenched.

I followed him over to the table and pulled on my sleeping shorts. I had no bra, but we were kinda past that. I leaned against the doorframe as he went through his guns.

Guns . On the table.

How was that a normal thing?

He acted like this was a daily occurrence. Instead of choosing what kind of eggs he wanted for breakfast, he picked what type of gun to take—oh, never mind. He was taking them all.

After checking the ammo, he started putting guns into their holsters all over him. His cut was the last thing he put on. He’d placed it beside his guns on the table.

Another reminder of our differences. My mouth went dry.

I blinked a few times, but the image of Shane in all his biker glory wasn’t one I’d ever forget. I bit my bottom lip. I didn’t know if I liked this look or not. Or if I really liked it.

But the fear was real. The guns were real.

I decided then and there. I did not like this. Not one bit.

“Shane.”

He paused, looking up from his phone now.

I met his eyes. “I waited. What is going on?”

He nodded, as if coming to a decision. “I can’t tell you everything. I just can’t. But we work with some powerful and dangerous men. One of those guys came to town, and tonight, we have to go see him. Everyone is here to keep you safe. That’s why I brought you in. I didn’t want to risk anyone finding out about you and have you not guarded. I know what I’m saying is scary, but right now, I need you to stay put. Don’t tell anyone where you are. Got me?”

I tensed, but I kept remembering how he’d held me this morning. For some reason, that pushed its way to the forefront. I didn’t know what to think about that either.

I nodded. “Can I leave this apartment? I need coffee.”

He cracked a grin. “Yeah. Tell them you’re mine if anyone gives you a problem. There’ll be some old ladies here too. I think they were asked to look out for you.”

Old ladies. I had a bit of a moment, because that term was no longer just a word from a documentary. It was real, and alive, and in my face. This was the biker world.

He came over, a hand at my hip, and leaned in. His lips met mine in a soft graze. Tingles spread through me at the touch, and I bit my lip when he straightened.

He touched my lip with his finger. “I’ll be back. Keep your phone on you. I’ll be in touch.”

I nodded, and then he was gone.

I slid down to the floor, right where I was, and leaned forward, catching my head in my hands.

What had I gotten myself into?

I started to call my dad, but nope.

I couldn’t. Just couldn’t.

I didn’t want to get his viewpoint on an old lady or not.