5. Chapter Five
Chapter Five
The beeping sound of the garbage truck backing up to the dumpster in the parking lot behind my building wakes me from my sleep. I had the craziest dreams all night about a dirty biker defiling me in every which way. My bladder tightens, signaling that I need to pee even though the last thing I want to do is leave my warm and comfy bed.
A heavy arm curls around my midsection, and I rub my eyes, remembering that yesterday I caught Thad with some cottage cheese assed skank. It pisses me off because he was always making comments to me about keeping my ass firm and went as far as gifting me a gym membership last Christmas. Said I needed to look good if I was going to be on his arm. I gave it to Cecilia because she had a crush on one of the trainers.
I peel my cover back, glancing at the tattooed arm that’s cuddling me. At first, I’m thankful it doesn’t belong to Thad. My body aches in a delicious way that tells me last night was no dream. My eyes go big and wide as I realize not only is there a tattooed stranger in my bed, but I’m very naked.
Now I’m freaking out.
Strategically, I slide out from under this man’s hold, immediately missing the warmth of his body as tiptoe to my bathroom. I do my morning business and take a quick shower to wash my important bits, hoping I haven’t woken him. Wrapped in my purple fluffy robe, I move like a ninja to extract my cell phone from my purse and pray it still has charge.
Shit. Shit. What do I do?
I peer into my bedroom once more and dial Cecilia.
“Hello,” she whispers groggily.
“Hey. I have a situation.”
“Gwynee? What time is it?” She yawns into the phone.
“I don’t know, but there’s a hot as shit scary ass tattooed biker in my bed.”
“What’s the problem?”
“What do I do?”
“Babe,” an amused, deep voice carries from my bedroom. “Quit your yapping and come sit on my face. Fucking starving in here.”
“Sounds like you don’t need me. Unless you want me to come sit on his face.” Cecilia snickers and the bitch hangs up on me.
My cheeks redden as I slip my cell into the pocket of my robe. I know I can’t ignore this man and hope he goes away.
Only me , I think to myself.
I went from getting cheated on to getting railed by a stranger, but that was my plan last night, wasn’t it?
Closing my eyes, I inhale through my nose and exhale out of my mouth to regulate my breathing. My heart is about to hammer out of my chest. Stepping into my bedroom, I’m met by the gaze of a brutally handsome man who takes up most of my queen-sized bed.
“Hi,” I whisper as he smiles at me. Damn, he has a rugged smile that travels straight to that gushy spot in my lower belly. He’s got the kind of smile that makes me want to do anything he asks.
I’m in serious trouble because as I look at this man and he grins at me like we share an unspoken secret, I’ve forgotten that I currently hate men and think they are all dogs.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I lose the robe and crawl up the length of him as he wordlessly maneuvers further down to rest his head flat on the pillows. I give the man what he wants and sit on his face at five in the morning.
“Thanks for the coffee.” Big Daddy wraps his large, tattooed hand that was wrapped around my throat last night around my mug that reads: Men in Books Do It Better that I bought at the bookstore next door.
I bite back my giggle at the sight and clear my throat. “No problem.”
“Do you work today?” he asks casually as though we didn’t spend the night bumping uglies or in his case pretties because damn the man is fine and that includes his massive cock.
I do a slow blink, trying to get out of my head. “No. I actually quit my job yesterday. I was working at Thad’s furniture store.”
“Thought that was him. He’s a sleazy piece of shit. The whole family is.”
“You know the Tezoni family?”
“I grew up here, so yeah. Know the whole fucking lot of them.”
“Not a fan?”
“I don’t send them a Christmas card.” He chuckles.
“You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who sends anyone a card.”
He takes a careful sip of the coffee. “My mother would argue differently.”
“You send your mom a Christmas card?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“No reason.” I don’t want to insult him by saying I figured his mom is likely dead because of his age.
“If you need a job, I might have a position open.”
“I don’t know if I should be scared or intrigued, but I have something lined up.”
“You’ve not heard my offer.”
“No, but Cecilia needs me at her salon and I’m not so sure working for another man I have carnal knowledge of is such a wise decision.”
“Fair enough, but if it doesn’t work out, the offer stands.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
A knock on my front door breaks the silence that was stretching between us. “You expecting company?” he slides from where he was leaning against my counter.
“No.”
“If it’s that dumbfuck, I’m going to kill him,” he grumbles, moving for my door.
I breeze past him. I hate Thad and wish him the life he deserves, but again, murder isn’t on my list. Going up on my tiptoes, I peer out the peephole.
“Cecilia,” I murmur and wonder why she’s not at work.
“That’s my cue.” He dumps the coffee in the sink and rinses the mug out.
I let Cecilia in, and she beams at the sight of Big Daddy standing in my kitchen. “Should I come back?”
“Not on my account. I need to get going.” He stalks toward me as Cecilia helps herself to the dregs of the pot of coffee I made. “I’ll see you on Saturday. I left you a little something on your nightstand. Buy yourself a good pair of riding boots,” he tells me as he grabs his leather vest from where he left it last night.
“Um…”
He grins at the blank expression on my face. “Later, babe.” He moves in for a quick kiss, not giving me time to react to any of his words or actions.
I’m still standing in the same spot in a complete stupor when I hear his motorcycle fire up.
“Earth to Gwynee.” Cecilia takes my hand and leads me to my couch.
“Don’t sit there.” I motion to the stain where Thad indeed pissed himself last night.
“Damn, is that a wet spot?”
I scrunch my nose up. “Let’s sit on the balcony.”
We take our coffee outside and get situated in the chairs I bought last summer for Thad and I. I like to sit out here and read, and he’d smoke his fancy cigars because I hated the way they made my apartment smell. Another thing I won’t miss about the jerk.
“Girl, you better start talking,” Cecilia presses and slaps my foot playfully.
“I don’t know where to begin.” I take a much-needed drink of my coffee and relish in the taste.
“Let’s start with that fine man telling you to sit on his face.” She sticks her tongue out and I roll my eyes.
“Thad was here last night when I got home. Big Daddy scared the piss out of him, literally.”
“Shut the fuck up. I know you’re fucking lying.”
“You saw the stain.”
“Holy shit. What was he thinking after that man laid him flat on his ass?”
“I don’t know. We kicked him out and then he gave me the business.”
“Judging by the tangled mess you made of your hair, he did a good job of it.”
“He knows what he’s doing, that’s for damn sure. I’ve never been with someone like him.”
“He has experience, and he likes you. I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”
“What do you know about him?”
“You know, everyone who sits in my chair loves to talk. I’m not trying to put you off the man, but you just ended things with Thad twenty-four hours ago. Big Daddy has a reputation. I hear things.”
“Such as?”
“He has women on rotation. Three of them, at least. Nothing serious with any of them and when they try, he replaces them with a new flavor.”
“Shit.”
“I mean, at least you got some super-hot sex out of it.”
“Right,” I murmur, losing my post sex bliss.
“I’m sorry. I figured you knew, and that it was a onetime deal.”
“No. you’re right. He’s too old for me and I don’t want mixed up in whatever it is he has going on with his harem.” The moment the words leave my mouth, a sense of loss hits me.
Shit.
Double shit.
I like him already.
I’m fucked in every sense of the word.