Chapter 9
CHAPTER
NINE
DARE
This is a huge fucking mistake. Lying flat on my back, I stare up at the ceiling as she curls up to lie on her side, her back to me. I want to roll over, press against her, and wrap my arm around her. Spoon. I snort to myself. I don’t think I even remember the last time I spooned anyone.
But I want to spoon her.
I don’t do it, though. My control is hanging on by a thread just being this near her, let alone actually touching her… with her ass against my cock. Nope. Can’t do it.
So, I continue to stare at the ceiling and wonder why I didn’t just stay on the sofa. I should have. I should have stayed far fucking away from this soft bed, lying next to her even softer body.
I hear her let out a heavy sigh, and then she moans softly and rolls over to face me, her arm slipping around my waist.
My heart slams against my chest.
I’m over fifty fucking years old, and here I am, getting twitterpated by this woman sliding her arm around my waist. I don’t think I was even this excitable when I was an actual virgin. What the actual fuck is wrong with me, and where the shit are my balls?
Those are the last thoughts I have before my eyes slide closed and I fall asleep. I can’t remember the last time I felt at peace, but the moment she touches me, peace consumes me.
I’m not sure how long I sleep. The only reason my eyes open is because an alarm sounds somewhere in the room. I blink a couple of times, feeling something heavy against my chest.
Shifting my gaze down, I see all of Chassis’s hair sprawled out over my whole chest and torso.
It covers every square inch of my skin.
Fucking heaven.
I should not be thinking this way, but I can’t help it. This woman is fucking heaven. Her hair, her scent, and her soft touch are goddamn bliss.
I don’t know if I should touch her or not, but since she’s lying against my side and her hair covers my chest, I decide she touched me first, so I go against everything I should probably be doing and glide my fingers up her back, curling them around the back of her neck.
Her breathing changes almost instantly at my touch. She tips her head back, her eyelids flutter open, and then those pretty blue eyes meet mine, and I swear to fuck my entire body changes in an instant.
I’m not sure what changes, but I can feel a shift inside me. It’s bigger than the shift when I saw her in Prescott. It’s different than the shift I felt when we were officially declared husband and wife at the courthouse.
It’s bigger.
“Morning,” she exhales.
Now the way she says morning is something completely different, and that goes straight to my fucking dick.
Holy shit.
“Mornin’, sweetheart,” I murmur.
I can’t help myself. The words just come pouring out of my mouth. And I don’t regret either one of them. Her lips slowly curve up into a smile, and I watch as her cheeks tint bright pink.
I’ve seen a lot of beautiful women in my life, but none as absolutely breathtaking as this woman in my bed, at my side, pink-cheeked and looking at me like I could conquer the fucking world—she makes me feel like I actually could, too.
My wife.
It’s still hard for me to believe that she’s actually my wife, even if it’s in name only. My fake wife, even though she’s my legal wife. A wife I never wanted, and now I don’t want her to ever leave me, which is fucking insane to even think, so I don’t say it out loud.
“Today’s the big day,” I murmur.
I try my hardest to keep the conversation going, because if I don’t, my mouth is going to have a mind of its own, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to contain myself, control myself, or give a damn about either.
Chassis leisurely shifts herself a little closer to me, closing whatever distance existed between our bodies. I swear this is not the best place for me. I want her too fucking badly to be in this bed with her, wearing just my boxers, with her in barely much more than that.
Then she lifts her hand between us, and I feel her palm against my cheek. Her fingernails gently scrape my jaw, and my whole fucking body feels like it’s been lit on fire. And I want to fucking burn.
I hope I do. As long as she’s the one lighting the match, I’ll burn to a fucking crisp.
Happily, but right now, she’s testing every single ounce of resolve I have inside me.
I pride myself on my control, on being a cool head among my men.
I’ve made it my mission to think first, ask questions, and then make an informed decision on every aspect of the club and myself.
“What’re you doing, Skel?”
“Skel?” she asks, her words coming out almost like a bite.
My lips twitch. “I was thinking of what I could call you. Chassis is really fucking cumbersome in some situations. And Skeletons are what we call the bike’s frames, so I thought it was cute.”
“Cute,” she whispers. “Some situations.”
I grunt, and against all of my better judgment, I lean forward and touch my mouth to hers in a hard, long kiss. I don’t deepen it, even though that’s exactly what I want to do. Instead, I shift my head back slightly and look into her eyes.
“Situations, Skel.”