Chapter 7 Stolen Moments
SEVEN
STOLEN MOMENTS
Twitch
I’m convinced Milly’s a witch. She’s got me under her spell, and I’m a goner.
She could say the sky is bright pink and I’d agree with her with a smile on my face.
I noticed she was off last night, and when she disappeared, I was on edge, checking the back door every ten minutes for her.
She’s my addiction, and I can’t get enough.
Being without her is like going through withdrawals—everything hurts.
She left for a few hours, and I couldn’t concentrate while she was gone.
The thought of her upset and alone was like a blow to the chest. I wonder .
. . am I the reason she was upset? I shake my head.
I’m so full of myself. She doesn’t care about me that much.
But I saw the jealousy in her eyes when she thought Mercedez and me were back to normal, which is laughable because we never will be.
Maybe I should pay more attention when Mercedez is touching me.
Most of the time, I don’t even realize she’s sitting next to me.
I’m used to her touching me, but it means nothing.
It never did, but it affected Milly. So I must mean something to her.
The thought alone makes me one very happy man—that she likes me more than I ever thought was possible.
The men in the MC have made it clear that she’s out of my league, and I’ve always known it.
It’s one thing to sleep with her, but for her to give a shit about me is something else.
I don’t deserve it, but I’ll take it. Just the thought of being worthy of her stirs something deep inside of me.
But will Reaper let me live to see it through?
I’m standing against my bike, waiting for her so we can check in.
Milly deserves the best, so I got a fancy place two towns over.
I don’t think I’ve ever spent this much money on a woman, but I went all out.
It’s a matter of time before she sees the truth.
She’s too good for me and will end whatever we’ve got going on. I need us to have this time together.
If only for one night, I can prove how good we could be without all the bullshit.
But when tomorrow comes and we have to leave, I know what will happen.
She’ll choose her brother, and I’ll choose the MC—the second family that gave me a chance and pulled me out of my depression.
I think I could choose her over everything else, but with our limited time, it’s not worth the risk of losing both the MC and her.
Milly and Reaper are close. I wouldn’t hold it against her if she chose him, but I can’t lose everyone when she comes to her senses and realizes I’m not worth it.
I remember when I was a prospect and Milly arrived to talk to her brother.
It was the first time I saw her, and I swear I stuttered just saying hi.
She had an aura of friendliness and confidence, with a beautiful smile that lit up her face.
I’d never been struck by someone’s beauty before, and I’ll never forget that day. It’s burned into my brain.
Her silver convertible enters the parking lot, and she parks next to me. So, this is fucking happening. My heart hammers. She gets out of the car dressed in a long white dress. As usual, she’s breathtaking. She could wear granny panties and have messy hair and I’d still get hard over her.
I can’t stop smiling as I walk over. She beams at me. Once I reach her, I grab the back of her head and give her a hard kiss. I give her a once-over. “You look divine.”
Her cheeks flush, and I love it. I don’t think she realizes how beautiful she is.
“Well . . . hello to you too,” she says giddily.
“For tonight and tomorrow morning, we’re free to be together and be ourselves.” I’ve wanted this day since the day we met. All the small moments together were never enough to satisfy my insatiable hunger for her.
“I know. I’m glad you suggested it.”
Relief floods me. “Where are your bags? I’ll grab them.”
She opens the back door and pulls out a bag.
I take it from her and grab my own from my bike, and we go to the front office.
The building is enormous and overlooks a lake.
I give my name, we sign in, grab our key, and go up in the elevator.
I’m on a high. Milly’s my dopamine. It’s a comfortable silence as we smile at each other.
The elevator pings, and we step out onto our floor.
She links her arm with mine as we walk to our room. I swipe the key card, and we head inside. The lights come on, revealing a neat, luxurious room with a king-size bed, a large TV, a fridge, and a sofa. It’s small, but it’s nice. It’s all we need. I put our bags beside the bed.
“Is it up to your standards?” I ask, half joking, half serious.
“Of course it is. It looks great.”
“They have a pool and a hot tub, and there’s a massage place downstairs too if you’d like to book in for tomorrow.” I wanted to make this the best experience possible for her.
She gives me a friendly smile that reaches her eyes and sits on the bed. “I’m just happy to get away. I can’t remember the last time I even had a holiday, so thank you for this.”
I did something right, and I’m stoked about that. I take a seat beside her. “You need to enjoy yourself more, if you’ve never taken time away.” I feel bad for her. She works herself to the bone but doesn’t take time out for herself.
“I know. The hospital is always short-staffed, and I don’t want to let them down,” she shrugs. “And it’s not like I have a family to go home to like some of the other doctors, so I always say yes to extra shifts.”
I frown at that. “You have a family. You have the MC. Just because you don’t have kids doesn’t mean you’re not entitled time off to enjoy yourself.”
She puts her hand over mine. “You are kind. Thank you for reminding me. Life gets busy, and I’m used to putting my hand up to help the hospital when I can, but now that we have a new doctor helping, I’ll be able to take more time for myself.”
My top lip turns up at the thought of that doctor. McDaddy. What a shitty name.
Milly laughs. “You should see the look on your face. He’s a nice guy.”
“Who wants to get into your pants,” I add. I’m not blind. I saw the look in his eyes.
“No, it’s not like that.” She’s so sure of herself, but so naive.
“How many other people did he have one-on-one coffee dates with?” I ask with a raised brow.
She looks away.
“Yeah. None of them, I bet. I’m telling you—he wants you.”
She rolls her eyes. “I disagree. We’ll be working long hours together, so he was simply getting to know me.”
I huff. “Keep telling yourself that. Anyway . . . enough about the doctor.” I stand and put my hand out. “Let’s go get something to eat.”
She puts her hand in mine. I pull her to her feet and give her another kiss, but I pull back because I’m getting hard. “I could kiss you all night. Quick, we’d better go before I change my mind. Once we get comfortable, I won’t want to leave this room until checkout.”
She pauses like that sounds like a good idea to her. I pull her along, but she resists and giggles.
“Food first, then let me ravage your body.”
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Milly
Who can promise to worship my body but then make me wait?
I’ve been single for so long; if it weren’t for Twitch, I’d probably be without sex another year.
I step toward him until we’re flush against each other.
I snake my arms around his shoulders and stand on my toes to reach his lips.
“I think we should get room service,” I whisper.
I bring my lips to his and then let out a shrill of surprise as his lips hungrily attack mine, reminding me he needs me as much as I need him.
He growls, and it’s sexy. “I was trying to be a gentleman and take you out to dinner.”
I smirk as his resolve fades. “I don’t want a gentleman .
. . I just want you.” My heart leaps as he seizes my hips, drawing me closer.
Our mouths find each other. He grasps my behind and hoists me up.
I wrap my legs around his waist, our mouths staying connected.
His arousal presses into me. Our tongues flick together, and a sultry noise escapes his throat, making me tremble.
I break away from his glorious mouth. “Twitch,” I beg.
He strides toward the bed and gently lays me down while he settles on top of me.
His lips travel down my throat, and his tongue flicks down every erogenous zone, making my eyes roll back.
Open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone make me moan.
He chuckles, so I open my eyes to see his smoldering gaze and devilish smile.
He’s enjoying this, taking his time, teasing me. Well, two can play that game.
I slip my hands under his club vest and tug on it.
He gets off the bed, takes it off, and sets it gently on the table, like a prized possession.
Thoughts of how important the club is to him flash through my mind, but I shake them away.
I can feel guilty later. This night is about us, and I’m not going to let anything spoil it. It could be our last.
He takes a fistful of his shirt and yanks it off while I lift my dress over my head, letting it fall to the floor.
His seductive grin as he stands there shirtless, his jeans hanging low on his hips, would make any woman drool.
Heat rushes through me as he takes off his jeans and boxers.
I awkwardly unhook my bra and kick off my underwear.
My cheeks heat, and I’m suddenly insecure.
I should have bought sexy lingerie, but the heat in Twitch’s eyes shows that what I wear doesn’t matter.