Chapter Six
Bones
Instinct kicks in and I launch to my feet, catching my baby girl as she falls, a sweaty, rapture-ridden mess of a honey blonde goddess.
She trembles in my arms, the last turbulence of ecstasy still jangling along her nerves like tin cans being dragged behind a newlywed’s car.
“That was perfect,” I say, gently pushing wet strands of hair from her eyes, “and you’re hot as hell. ”
Sunny blushes and her baby blues sparkle back at me.
“Thank you,” she says, covering her face with her free hand as she leans into me, seeking out my strength.
“Though I don’t think that really covers it.
” She shakes her head and hiccups, surprise and embarrassment lighting up her features like a Christmas tree.
She laughs and hiccups again. A moment later she rests her head against my chest in defeat. “Oh, my god.”
I can’t help but chuckle as I hold her a little tighter.
“You’re okay,” I promise. “But you’re hot as hell—literally.
Give me a second and I’ll get you in the shower.
Here.” I encourage her to hold onto the towel rack by the door for support while I rapidly tear my own clothes off.
My leather jacket falls to the floor, along with my black tank, leather riders, and my black lacy underwear.
At last, I unlace my boots, peel off my socks, and stand tall.
Sunny stares at me, her gaze trailing up and down my naked body freely, her throat tensing as she swallows hard with desire. “You’re the one who’s perfect,” she breathes as if awe-struck.
A lop-sided smirk replaces my resting bitch face and I take her hand, leading her safely from the wall and into the spacious-enough shower stall. The water rains down on us, tepid and refreshing, but not so cold as to be a shock to our over-heated skin.
My blonde beauty closes her eyes—face upturned toward the shower head—and breathes a heavy sigh.
“Thank you, Maria,” she finally says, taking a half step back from the spray.
“How can I ever repay you for any of this?” she asks, her brows high and her gaze plaintive.
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt so free but overwhelmed at the same time. ”
I don’t want to add to her burdens, nor do I want any of what we do together to feel transactional.
I’m only an ‘eye for an eye’ bitch when it comes to the Sons.
But for Sunny, I want to be a comfort for her heart and sanctuary for her mind.
I want to be her dark shield, protecting her from the hurts of the world .
.. but I also want to worship her at every given opportunity.
My hands yearn for her flesh and my mouth hungers for her lips.
Her beauty takes me over until I can’t breathe and it feels like I’m drowning.
It’s maddening and disorienting, but it feels sinfully good.
Sunny’s like an addiction, a delicious, pin-up girl coded drug I’ll never get enough of. God, I can’t wait to fuck her.
The thought of grinding against this gorgeous thing—clit to clit, hot, wet, and breathless, with hands and mouths absolutely everywhere—has my pussy throbbing with reckless desire.
Some inner voice begs me to claim her for my own before she slips from my fingers to explore her own path .
.. but I’d never force her. Never in a million years.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t be a little bad when the opportunity arises.
“I’ll tell you what, princess,” I say, pulling her ass-length braid over her shoulder, “if you let me suds you up, we can call it even. How’s that sound? ”
Sunny watches, seemingly mesmerized as I unbraid her long, honey-blonde locks, my fingers moving deftly. “Are you sure you want to wash me?” she asks, wringing her hands between us, a tremble in her voice.
When I’m done with Sunny’s braid and her hair is free, she looks like Lady Godiva or Botticelli’s Venus.
Her raw, unfiltered beauty makes my heart feel three times as big as I take her hands in mine.
“I can’t explain it,” I say, “but I want to look after you, Sunny. I know this is sudden and we only just met, but will you let me?” Without waiting for an answer, I swoop down to capture her lips with mine, my hands untangling from hers to grasp her luscious curves to my naked body.
When I break the kiss, my sweet, smiley girl is breathless and lost for words, but her eyes are glazed with wanting and her body sways into mine.
“Will you let me?” I ask again. Pressing my forehead to hers, I shield her face from the water and words pour straight from my damn broken heart like water from a faulty faucet.
And before I can even think to stop them.
.. I am betrayed by my own damn tongue. My heart can’t be disregarded by even the most ravenous sexual desire.
“I won’t ever ask for any more than you’re willing to give, sunshine,” I tell her.
“I’ll be your friend, your lover, your ride-or-die .
.. just as long as I get to be near you.
” My bitch of a heart thunders in my chest, each beat a reminder of the seconds that pass between us in pregnant silence.
Then Sunny’s lips part and she smiles softly, her expression as heartfelt and warm as a summer’s dawn.
“I’ve never had anyone offer themselves to me so freely,” she whispers, her hands coming up between us to rest against my heart.
“If you want me around, I’d be grateful for the roof over my head.
..” She hesitates and shrugs before adding, “I don’t exactly have anywhere else to go. ”
“I don’t want to be your only option,” I say, raising her chin with a single finger to meet my gaze.
“I have savings and access to club funds if need be. I can float you rent for a room somewhere and speak to a few people about finding you work. I’m not here to trap you after a courageous escape, beautiful,” I assure her.
“It’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.
Believe me when I say, I want to see you soar.
And if that means you never want to see me again, or you just truthfully want your own space—but feel too awkward to admit it to my face, I’ll understand.
Girl Code 101, remember? It can be no more and no less complicated than that. ”
“This is really fast,” she agrees. “Are you sure that you won’t be angry at me if I don’t want to commit to any labels?” she asks, a tremor in her voice.
My heart cracks wide open and my stomach drops.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I swear. “I could never be angry at you. You don’t owe me or anyone anything at all, and you belong only to yourself.
So, if this is too much, I can step back right now, sunshine.
” I don’t want to get out of the shower and literally walk away from whatever this could be, but if it’s what she wants, I’ll do it—even if it hurts—no questions asked.
I can be a bitch, in fact, I pride myself on it most of the time .
.. but I’m not a man or a monster. And I’ll be damned before I ever give her a reason to fear me.
I abhor violence against women with all my soul.
And if nothing else, she needs to know that with me, her word is the law.
“Sunny,” I begin again. “Your word is the law. It’s that simple.
You don’t need to try and explain yourself or fear my rage.
You’re allowed to want what you want. I’m sorry I came on so strongly.
I don’t know what came over me to be honest, but just being with you.
..” I sigh as I try to find the right words.
“I hope we can still be friends? This isn’t like me at all.
I’m usually a cold, heartless bitch. Ask anyone.
I’ve worked my whole life to be treated with respect and be feared by not just the Jacksonville Chapter, but others too.
And yet you ... you’ve broken something inside me, and I don’t know how to fix it or go back to how I used to be. ”
My Daisy Girl stands on the tips of her toes and wraps her arms around my neck as the water continues to stream over us.
“I don’t know who you were before this, Maria, but I like who you are now.
The amazing, badass woman I met today on the I-95?
I think she’s completely gorgeous ... a Latina supermodel on a Harley Davidson.
” She smiles anew. “I think you’re gorgeous, Bones.
And the truth is, I don’t know what I want beyond today, but if you wouldn’t mind letting me crash with you for a bit—we can figure it out along the way.
Is that okay?” She nibbles her lip and searches my face, reading my eyes, trying to find some sort of clue as to how I feel.
“I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m open to possibility. ”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding in a great whoosh and breathe a heavy sigh of relief before shaking my head on a chuckle.
“That’s more than okay, sunshine. It’s perfect,” I say.
“Wherever you lead, I’ll follow.” Then I boldly catch her lips with mine and infuse the kiss with all the things left unsaid.