Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
June
“Stop wiggling and go back to sleep.”
Pushing up on my forearm, I glance over my shoulder at the man who has one hand gripping my boob and a heavy leg thrown over the back of my thighs. He’s practically lying on top of me.
“I can’t. You weigh a ton, and I have to pee.”
“Did you just call me fat?” He rasps sleepily as he loosens his grip and slides his leg off mine so I can slip out of his grip.
“Yes.” I meet his stormy gray eyes as I get to my knees. “You were squishing me.”
He lazily drags his gaze over every inch of my naked body. “Hurry back,” he grunts.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re bossy in the morning?” I wonder out loud as I crawl backwards on my hands and knees to the foot of the bed.
“You’re the only one who sasses me, baby.”
I roll my eyes. “I know that’s a lie.” Stella’s been my best friend since high school, and one of the many things his sister is a rockstar at is a quick comeback full of snark and sass. She’s a savage, and I love her for it.
“Someone needs their ass spanked this morning.”
“No, no. I’m good,” I squeak, snagging my bag from the floor as I hotfoot it into the bathroom. I have to admit that the thought is kinda hot, but I’m too freaked out about what we did last night to tempt the fire-breathing dragon.
Leaning back against the closed door, I feel my lips turn up in a smile. I can’t believe I had sex last night. I suppress the giddy squeal that feels like it’s going to bubble out of my mouth.
I’ve had a crush on Journey since the first time I saw him. It was Freshman year, and he was dropping Stella off at school on his bike. For me, it was holy-crap-he’s-the-one love at first sight. For him, I was invisible. Now, I don’t know what’s happening. He said a lot of things last night.
Sighing, I glance over at the shower. Yeah, I definitely need a good scrub after last night.
I turn the knob and test the water with my fingers. Once the water is warm, I step inside the small shower stall and moan. “Oh god, that feels good.”
Sighing in bliss, I grab for the soap when suddenly I hear the door clicking open.
“You got in the shower without me.” Journey’s deep voice accuses as he yanks the curtain back, his eyes roaming hungrily over my wet body.
“You were sleeping!” I shriek. Clumsily, I cross my legs at the ankles and move my arm over my chest to hide my lady parts.
Journey’s lips curl into a smirk as he steps into the shower, crowding my space. “I’ve had my mouth on your pussy, princess. Not sure why you’re acting shy all of a sudden.”
“I—” the words die on my lips when his morning wood pokes against my belly. “This is all new to me.”
With a satisfied smirk, he dips his head and presses his lips against my bare shoulder.
“Thank fuck,” he rumbles, pleased that he’s the only one who’s ever touched me like this. “Saves me from having to kill anyone.”
Before I can tell him how ridiculous that is, he takes the bar of soap from my hands. “Gimme that.”
He lathers up his body quickly before turning his attention to me. I hold my breath as he runs his soapy hands across my shoulders, down my arms, and over my breasts.
“Journey.” The moment feels intimate, more so than last night somehow. Last night was heat and passion, but this is something else.
“I got you, princess,” he hums, pressing his face into the crook of my neck and sucking on the flesh.
“I need to wash my hair,” I breathe, leaning my head to the side to give him more room.
I feel him smile against the flesh. “You sure that’s what you want to do?”
My cheeks heat. “No.”
He grunts and lifts his head, his eyes blazing.
Suddenly feeling shy, I grab his 2-in-1 shampoo from the ledge and squeeze a dollop into my palm. I quickly wash my hair and rinse, then squirt some more shampoo into my hands, lift onto my toes, and start working the lather through his short dark strands.
Maybe it’s silly, but I want to take care of him the way he’s taking care of me.
His eyes darken as I massage his scalp.
“Lean back,” I instruct softly.
He complies, tilting his head back into the spray of water. I watch as the suds run down his sculpted body. Holy hotness. My mouth waters looking at him.
Feeling emboldened, I trace my hands down his chest and wrap my fingers around his hard length. “I don’t know what to do,” I whisper honestly.
Journey wraps his hand around mine and tightens my grip. “Like this,” he says roughly, showing me the pressure he likes. I stroke him from root to tip, and his breathing picks up. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.”
I bite my bottom lip, continuing to stroke him, mesmerized by his reactions—the way his jaw clenches, the flex of muscles in his stomach, the almost pained look on his face.
He props one hand against the shower wall above my head, leaning into my touch. “Fuck.”
I’ve never felt more powerful in my life than I do right now, watching this strong, dangerous man come undone under my touch.
“Spread your legs.” He nudges my legs with knee.
I shift my stance and his free hand slides between my legs, fingers parting my folds and dipping inside.
My breath catches as he strokes me, his thumb circling my clit in the exact way that had me seeing stars last night.
We work each other to a fever pitch, the tension building and building until we both tumble over the edge into ecstacy.
When my breathing finally slows, a shiver racks down my spine. “Holy crap the water is cold.”
“Shit,” Journey mutters, reaching past me to turn off the tap.
“Come on.” Yanking the shower curtain open, he steps out onto the bath mat, grabs a towel, and wraps it around his narrow hips before handing me one.
“Thanks.” I take it gratefully, wrapping it around my body as I watch him move to the sink and grab his toothbrush.
I dry off as he brushes his teeth, trying not to stare at his reflection in the mirror. When he finishes, he strolls out of the bathroom without a backward glance, like this is part of our normal routine. It’s really…weird.
Feeling a bit like a creeper, I peek around the doorframe to watch him pull out a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt from his dresser.
Stop staring June.
Shaking off the weirdness of this morning, I grab my toothbrush from my bag and quickly brush my teeth, then dig around for clean clothes.
I’m just tucking my tank top into my shorts when Journey reappears in the doorway. “Ready?” he asks, his stormy eyes taking in my appearance.
I bite my lip and nod. “Yeah.”
“Let’s get some coffee.” He reaches for my hand, lacing his fingers through mine, and leads me downstairs.
The kitchen is already bustling with activity when we enter. Roxy is standing at the stove, her auburn hair piled on top of her head as she flips pancakes and tends to a skillet of sizzling bacon.
“Morning, babies,” she calls over her shoulder with a knowing smile.
“Morning,” I reply, suddenly self-conscious.
Does everyone know what we did last night? I’m pretty sure they do, based on the looks we’re getting.
“Need any help?” I offer, eager to have something to do with my hands.
“You can start another pot of coffee, sweetheart,” Roxy says, pointing to the industrial-sized coffee maker.
Journey drops a kiss on my mouth and says he’ll leave me to it. I watch him swagger out the door, and can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.
Roxy’s knowing chuckle snaps me back to reality. “Girl, you’ve got it bad,” she teases.
My cheeks heat up as I busy myself with the coffee. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Mmhmm.” She doesn’t push, just gives me a warm smile and goes back to her cooking.
Foxy waddles in a few minutes later, her hand resting on her small baby bump. “Morning,” she yawns, making a beeline for the fridge.
“Sleep well?” Roxy asks with a sly glance in my direction.
“Like a rock,” Foxy replies. “Unlike some people who were screaming at the top of their lungs last night. Oh, God. Journey. Yes!” she giggles.
My face flames. “Oh my God.”
“These walls aren’t exactly soundproof, honey,” Foxy adds with a wink that makes me want to crawl under the table and die.
Frankie shuffles in next, her blonde hair in a messy bun, looking rumpled and thoroughly satisfied. She gives me a shy smile as she pours herself a cup of coffee. “Don’t let them tease you,” she whispers as she passes. “We’ve all been there.”
I’m saved from my embarrassment when the door swings open, and sleepy looking bikers start filtering in for breakfast.
Behind them, Journey appears in the kitchen doorway. The look he gives me from across the room makes my stomach flip. He grabs two plates and jerks his head toward the buffet of food Roxy has laid out. “Let’s eat.”
I take the extra plate and add a small scoop of eggs, a few strips of bacon, and a biscuit.
“That’s it?” Journey asks, looking at my plate with a frown. Before I can answer he’s adding more eggs, another biscuit, and a pancake.
“Journey, I can’t eat all that,” I protest.
He mutters something under his breath about me being too skinny.
My brows shoot up to my hairline. Is he crazy? I’m curvy. I’ve always been curvy. In fact, I’ve spent most of my life being told by my mother that I needed to lose a few pounds.
“Through here.” Journey leads me through the common room and into a dining area with a long table down the center where bikers are already seated, eating their food and talking loudly.
I’m halfway through my eggs when Foxy makes an announcement from the other end of the table. “I need to go to Deziree’s Boutique today. I need clothes that actually fit this bump.” She pats her belly affectionately.
Tacoma’s fork clatters onto his plate. “That’s not happening,” he rumbles.
Foxy looks at her fiancé with a raised brow. “Yes, it is.”
“No, baby. It’s not.” His voice is deadly calm. “There’s a fucking threat against all the women in this club. We talked about this last night. You’re not leaving the compound.”