9. Bones
BONES
Well, that escalated. I didn’t want to fuck her and ruin things between us, but I made her come four times with my fingers and mouth instead.
She was begging me to fuck her, and it was hard to say no, but what if I give her everything and then she walks away from me the second we are back to reality?
I can’t have that.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
I wanted to keep her close, but without making any commitments to her, so I couldn’t mess this up between us. However, now we’ve crossed a damn line.
Was I trying to friend-zone her so that I’d have her in my life forever? Maybe.
I can be a good friend.
But in a relationship, I’m not so sure.
I don’t think I’m like Skull.
“Why do you only have one tattoo? Aren’t bikers usually covered in them?” Doc asks as she steps out of the shower. I’m standing at the stove cooking us a pasta dinner. She runs her fingers over the club insignia on my back.
“Is one not enough for you?” I tease.
She hops up on the counter to watch me. Turning around, I narrow my eyes, contemplating how honest to be with her. “No one other than my twin knows the truth about that. Everyone thinks we only wanted the back piece.”
“Okay, now you have to tell me.” She smiles, and I reach up to play with a lock of her still-damp hair.
“I hate needles,” I admit, wincing. Actually, more like I’m terrified of them.
“I didn’t even want to get the back one, but we had to get our patch somewhere, so I agreed to one.
They actually knocked me out for it, which is something else that no one knows.
Skull probably would have been covered in tatts if it weren’t for me. He doesn’t mind the needles.”
Her brow furrows. “They knocked you out? Wow. And he really won’t get any more because you don’t like them?”
Don’t like them is being very kind. I’ve always been scared of needles, ever since I was a little kid. It’s not something I broadcast to the men because they would never let me live it down.
“Yes, and I can imagine your little psychologist brain is going crazy with that little fact.” I smirk, and she laughs.
“It is very interesting. So you both want to look identical?” she asks, tilting her head to the side and studying me.
“Yeah, we’ve always been like that. Looked the same, did the same things.” The same women.
“Okay, now I think I’m getting more of a picture about why you feel so lost now that he has a woman in his life,” she whispers, something flickering in her eyes before she masks it. “You’re a complicated man, Nate.”
“Tell me about it,” I mutter, pressing a soft kiss against her lips before going back to the stove. “Our last night at the cabin. How do you want to spend it?”
“Could start on my back and then my knees,” she says, surprising the hell out of me. And now I’m hard again. “But since you don’t want to fuck me yet, I saw some cards and a poker set in the cupboard under the TV.”
“Strip poker?” I ask, turning off the fire and picking her up off the counter. “How about I feed you dinner, and then we play some poker. And then, I’m going to feed you my cock.”
“Fuck, Nate!” She moans, kissing the side of my neck. “Stop holding back. I don’t want you to.”
“Good girl gone bad.” I laugh under my breath as I carry her to the bedroom and lay her down. I guess dinner is going to have to wait. “You didn’t get enough already, baby?” I lay on top of her, careful not to give her all my weight.
“No, we might as well take advantage while we’re here.” She giggles, and my body freezes.
While we’re here? This is what I didn’t want to happen. I don’t want her to walk away from me when we leave here… I want her tied to me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, feeling the change in me.
“Nothing,” I mutter, not wanting to show her how much power she holds. She has no idea about the cameras or how long I spent every free minute watching her. This woman has no idea that she’s different to me, so much so that I don’t even know what to do with her.
I’m likely handling this all fucking wrong. I mean, I did kidnap her, but I was hoping I would win her over. And right now, she’s begging me to fuck her, so maybe I have in some ways.
But I want more than her body. Those are some words I never thought I’d hear myself say.
“Nate,” she says, placing her palms on my cheeks and forcing me to look at her. “Tell me what’s running through your mind right now.”
“Just kiss me,” I growl, distracting her with my mouth. “I’m going to make you come while you ride my face,” I whisper against her lips. “And then we’ll go from there.”
“Nate…”
I roll onto my back, taking her with me, grip her hips, and lift her. I don’t want to talk anymore. Which is funny, considering the reason I brought her here in the first place. I wanted her to dive into my head and help me work through all my crazy thoughts.
Instead, now all I can think about is her.
What is it about her?
I don’t do this.
I don’t get attached.
I love women too much to get hooked on one pussy.
Maybe I can get her out of my system, the way she’s clearly doing with me. And then after this, we can both walk away.
I can do that, right?
I can disconnect the cameras, stop following her cute ass around, and let her live her life just as she was doing.
But the truth is, she’s just as lonely as I am.
She works, volunteers, and goes home.
No close family.
No man.
Rarely catches up with any friends.
Is she happy with her life? Or is she just distracting herself too?
“Get naked. I miss your taste. I’m afraid I’m getting addicted to it, baby.”
She does as she’s told, while I’m left scrambling to keep it all together.