Chapter Twenty-Nine
She leans her head into my chest, and I cup the top of her head, my hand tucking her hair behind her ear, pulling it away from her face.
"Let’s get you back to bed, baby," I whisper. I feel her head nod against my chest, and I smile. I go to stand, but she grabs my arm, holding me in place.
She tilts her head up to mine as I look down at her. "Are you okay?" I ask.
She nods. "Thank you for everything that you're doing. You don't have to help me; you don't have to help us..."
I place my finger on her lips to stop her talking, I don't want her to feel like she needs to thank me.
She swallows as her cheeks flush slightly.
It's taking every ounce of restraint not to kiss her right now.
I don't know how she feels about me, I don't know how she would feel if I were to try something.
As she continues to watch me, my heart starts to race, and my jeans get tighter as my dick gets harder. She sticks out her tongue, licking her lips.
I gently grab her chin with my thumb and forefinger, tilting her face toward mine, then she bites her bottom lip and I'm done. I lean down, my eyes flicking back and forth between hers, looking for any sign that she doesn’t want this, but as I get closer, she closes her eyes, and that’s the confirmation I needed.
Our lips connect, she’s hesitant at first, but as I slip my tongue out, running it across the seam of her lips, she opens, allowing me full access.
The kiss is gentle, slow, passionate. She fists my T-shirt and I get fucking butterflies—a grown-arse biker getting butterflies from a fucking kiss.
I've never kissed anyone like this before, I've never felt like this from a kiss.
It's like I can't breathe, but as she kisses me back, her tongue gently playing with mine, it feels like I can finally breathe at the same time, the mixed sensations confusing me.
Kissing her, having her in my arms, makes me feel alive.
She breaks away, her face is flushed, her breathing heavy. Her fingers gently touch her lips as she blinks up at me. I smile, leaning down, and place a gentle peck on the tip of her nose.
"Are you okay?" I ask, worried it was too much, worried that she feels like she's made a mistake.
"Yeah, just surprised," she whispers.
"Really?" I ask. "Surprised by what?"
She bites her lip, her eyes flicking to the side then back to me. "That you kissed me."
"I'm actually surprised that you kissed me," I tell her. "I didn't actually think that you liked me."
"I do. I don't think I realised how much until you sat with me when I was playing.
I find myself looking for you whenever you're not there, and I thought it was just because you were nice to me, but it's because I always want to be around you," she tells me, dropping her head, trying to hide her embarrassment.
"Hey." I tilt her face back up to mine. She looks tired. "I like that you want to be around me." I lean down, giving her a small peck on the lips. "Now, you need some rest, let’s get you back to bed so you can get some sleep."
She nods, and I stand, helping her up. She steps around the stool and walks toward the door, but I grab her, spinning her around to face me and then backing her into the wall.
Her hands grab at my arms, holding me, and I place one arm on the wall just above her head.
With my other hand, I run the backs of my fingers over her cheek and then slide it down to grab the back of her neck, my thumb running back and forth over her cheek.
"You're beautiful," I tell her, my eyes flicking back and forth between her honey-coloured ones. I lean down and kiss her, the kiss just as passionate as before but not as gentle, our tongues rolling around one another. She grips my arms tighter as she leans into me.
I pull back, I can't let this get any more heated. Not here. As much as I would love nothing more than to fuck her, I won't have our first time in a shitty, dirty room.
As I look at her, I notice her lips are pink and her cheeks still flushed, but she’s so tired. "You need sleep, baby," I tell her.
"I'm okay.” She blinks up at me, and I let out a small chuckle.
"Don't lie. You're exhausted. Come on." I grab her hand and pull her out of the room and through to the main room. She tries to pull her hand from mine, but I grip it tighter, stopping to turn and look at her. "I don't want to hide whatever this is, Dragonfly."
"But what if your brothers don't like it, or the girls?" she asks, her tone laced with worry.
I turn all the way so can has a clear view of my face.
"I don't give a shit what people think. Besides, my brothers aren't like that.
And the club girls don't get a fucking say.
" I grab her face with both of my hands.
"I like you, Nova, and I'd like to see where this goes, but if you don't want it or you’re not sure, then you just need to tell me. "
I see her swallow, she drops her head and takes a deep breath, then looks up at me. "I just don't want to upset anyone or make anyone mad," she says quietly.
"Baby, the only people that matter here are you and me. And Mason. ‘Cos if he ain’t happy then I wouldn’t want to upset him," I tell her.
I know I'd need to have this, whatever this is okayed by the committee, but I know they won't have an issue.
Or I hope they don't. The only other person that we need to think about is Mason.
The kid has been through enough, I don't want to upset him anymore than he has been.
"Mason loves you, and the others. I don't think he'll have an issue. I just don't want to upset your brothers, not after they said they would help us. I don't want to do anything that might piss them off."
"Helping you is not conditional, baby. You and I starting something would not piss them off, nor would it change them wanting to help you.
Look, why don't you get some rest and we can talk in the morning?
" I say as I lead her toward the main room.
"But I ain’t letting go of this," I state, keeping her hand in mine.
I'm relieved when she grips it back and follows me without any more hesitation.
I open her bedroom door and lead her inside, then close it behind us. I watch as she kicks off her converse and then pulls the blankets back before climbing into bed. I love that she's about to sleep in my clothes. "Are you going to sit in the chair and watch me sleep again?" she asks.
Fuck. "What?" I ask, fucking shitting myself. I can't believe she knew.
"I know you sit in here and watch me sleep," she tells me.
"How?" I ask.
"Because sometimes I'm awake when you come in, and sometimes you leaving wakes me up," she says with a smile.
"Fuck, Dragonfly, I’m sorry, I just want to make sure you're okay. I just want to be here for you in case you needed someone, needed me," I tell her, trying to justify my actions.
She lets out a tired laugh. "Will you just lay with me instead of sitting in the chair, please?"
I don't fucking hesitate. I'm completely surprised by her response, but I won't question it.
I climb onto the bed next to her and pull her to me.
She places her head on my chest, and I look down, watching her eyes flutter several times before she falls into a light slumber.
"Sweet dreams, Dragonfly," I whisper as I link my fingers through her hand that is resting on my stomach.
As I watch her sleep, it suddenly hits me. She is everything that I didn't know I wanted, everything that I didn't know I needed, and everything that I didn't know I was looking for.