Chapter 29
“I could spendall day inside you.” Bones took my lips in a ravenous kiss as he thrust into me.
As dawn streaked across the sky, I had another orgasm. I’d had so many, I’d lost count. I was sore and exhausted, and I didn’t care.
Our skin was slick with sweat as I crested another wave, Bones’ own release chasing mine. We collapsed onto the bed.
When I finally found my voice, I said, “I think you turned me into jelly. I can’t move.”
“You don’t have to move.” He cuddled me close. “At least not right now.”
“You might want to take care of the condom, though,” I remarked.
“Yeah. I’ll do that.”
He didn’t budge.
“You didn’t move.” I laughed.
“Physically incapable.”
“I knew we should’ve hydrated,” I remarked. “And stretched.”
“You can stretch now. I’ll watch.”
“Fiend.”
He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me before releasing me. I got up from the bed and my vision immediately swam. I grasped the nightstand to ground me, but it didn’t stop me from swaying.
“Hey, you okay?” Bones asked.
“Hmm. Yeah.” I waited for my vision to clear and then I turned to look at him. I forced a grin. “I think it’s low blood sugar.”
Damned dirty liar.
“Well, let’s get you fed.”
Ten minutes later, we were in the kitchen.
“You sit,” Bones commanded, pointing to the stool at the island. “I’ll cook.”
“What are you cooking?” I asked.
“You like eggs?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. You have bread?”
“Yup.”
“Then sit back and watch how hot I am with a spatula in my hand.”
He was shirtless, moving around my kitchen, all rippled muscles and ink.
“What do your tattoos mean?” I asked.
He took a sip of coffee before he turned on the spider burner. “They mean what they mean.”
“Okay, Yoda.”
“Yoda?” He looked at me over his shoulder and grinned. “You’re a Star Wars fan.”
“No, I’m not,” I said hastily.
“Oh, you so are.” He let out a deep laugh.
“Okay, so I’m a fan. But not like I know all the rules and cannon of the Star Wars universe. And I’m a diehard for the original trilogy. I don’t know how many movies there are total and I—” I paused. “What?”
“You’re a nerd.”
“I’m not a nerd.”
“You’re a secret nerd. You’re a secret hot nerd,” he said.
“I’m not a nerd.”
“Oh yeah? What color is your light saber?”
“Green, obviously.”
He raised his brows. “And what’s the meaning of a green light saber?”
“Green represents wisdom and skill.” I sighed. “Fine, I’m a nerd. I’ll fly my nerd flag. What’s your secret hot nerd trait?”
“I don’t have one.”
“Everyone has one.”
“What’s Charlie’s?”
“I’m not spilling my best friend’s secret nerd trait. So come on, tell me yours.”
“I told you I don’t have one.”
“You’re not secretly into Anime?”
“Nope.”
“Legos?”
“Definitely not.”
“I know what it is,” I said with a smile. “You’re a cosplayer and you go to conventions.”
“You caught me,” he said lightly. “I’m a cosplayer.” He cut a hole in a piece of bread and then dropped it into the hot, greased pan. After a moment, he cracked an egg and dropped it into the hole. “I’m Gryffindor.”
I gasped. “Harry Potter? That’s your thing?”
With a sigh, he turned and came toward me. He pointed to a spot on his left upper arm that was part of his ink sleeve. I leaned forward to study what I was seeing.
“Oh my God, that’s the Golden Snitch! You got a Harry Potter tattoo?”
He flashed a grin. “It’s okay to admit you’re totally into me now that I’ve shown you my boyish side.”
“I’m totally into you,” I said with a matching grin.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Feeling’s mutual, Duchess.”
“Bones,” I said, lowering my voice.
“Yeah?”
“Your eggs are burning.”
“So for the wedding tomorrow,” Bones said as I walked him to the door, “you want me to come over here and we’ll ride together, or you want to meet me there?”
“Depends. Where is the wedding, anyway? I know nothing about it, not even the time.”
“First Presbyterian. Four o’clock. Party is at the clubhouse so people can drink and crash.”
“First Presbyterian? Really?” I wrinkled my forehead. “That feels…”
“Wrong?”
“Not wrong,” I hastened to say. “Just, surprising. Sutton didn’t seem the church wedding type.”
“Sutton and Viper both had shit childhoods. Nothing was normal. Sutton wanted a church wedding. So here we are, a bunch of bikers going to a church wedding.”
I grinned. “You wearing a tie?”
“The only woman I’ll wear a tie for is you.” He leaned down to kiss me. “Which I’m already doing.”
“A black tie no less,” I said with a smile. “Still can’t wait to see you decked out in your tuxedo. Biker James Bond, maybe?”
“Hmm. Has a nice ring to it.”
“So, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I confirmed.
“Yeah, tomorrow.” He paused.
“Something else you want to say?”
“No.” He drew me to him and gave me a proper goodbye. When he pulled back, I nearly slumped against him.
“You sure you have to go?” I asked, looking up at him through the sweep of my lashes.
“Yeah, I have to go. And I better do it now before I say fuck it all and take you back to bed.”
The tenderness between my legs reminded me of the marathon of last night. I sighed. “I should probably give my body a break.”
He grinned, a self-satisfied cat-got-the-canary-and-the-cream grin.
“Get out of here,” I said with a laugh, pushing his chest.
“You own a pearl necklace?”
“Yes.”
“Wear it to the wedding. And tomorrow night, I’m going to fuck you from behind while you wear nothing but your pearl necklace and heels.”
I quivered. “Oh…”
“And then if you’re good, I’ll give you another kind of pearl necklace.” He chucked me under the chin. “Later, Duchess.”
I closed the door behind him and leaned against it for moment. I didn’t move until I heard the rumble of his bike disappear into the distance. Then I went upstairs and grabbed my cell phone.
There were three missed texts from Charlie.
Charlie
Are you dead?
Did Bones’ massive eggplant destroy you?
I need details
I called her and flopped down on the bed. The bed that smelled like me and Bones, and the unique perfume that two people made when they’d been intimate for hours.
“I thought I was going to have to send out a search party,” Charlie said in way of greeting.
“I feel like I’ve been injected with a biker-lust serum,” I said. “He’s all I can think about. He just left and all I want to do is call him back and demand he ignore his obligations and service me again.”
“Service you? You sound like the madame of a brothel.”
“I sound like a client at a brothel.” I snorted. “God, Charlie. Seriously, I’ve never experienced this before.”
She sighed. “Yeah, that’s the hormones talking.”
“I hope so. Because it’s making me all fuzzy and cloudy and…”
“Stupid.”
“Stupid, yes. Totally stupid.” I paused. “Is this how you feel with Savage?”
“Yeah. And I don’t like that Savage makes me feel that way, which is exactly why I’ve ghosted him. Or tried to ghost him…”
“Tried?”
“He was pulling up to Willa and Duke’s as I was leaving. One thing led to another…he asked me to go for a ride on his bike. Instead I went for a ride on his dick. I snuck out of the clubhouse this morning while he was still sleeping.”
“Oh, Charlie.”
“Don’t oh Charlie me. I’m a woman and he’s hot as hell. You try saying no to a biker that makes you feel alive and seen and understood.”
“You poor bastard,” I muttered.
“Tell me about it.” She sighed again. “Willa warned me, you know.”
“Did she?”
“Yeah. She said that Savage doesn’t do repeats and to absolutely not fall in love with him.”
“But he’s slept with you more than once. Maybe that means he’s falling for you too.”
“No. It doesn’t mean that,” she said. “I’m not sure what it means that I’m apparently the exception to his repeat rule, but I know guys like him. He’ll stick around for as long as he gets that dopamine hit and then poof, gone. I’m no better than some other vice. The minute I don’t offer him a distraction from whatever it is that’s eating him, then he’s going to bail. And I’m not going to be left holding the bag. I’m not going to be left with a broken heart. I don’t want to love someone who can’t love me back.”
“You might not have a choice in that,” I said quietly. “We don’t pick who we love.”
“No, we definitely don’t. But I have a choice if I decide to stick around hoping for scraps. I’m not a scrap girl. I’m a whole meal kind of girl.” She fell silent for a moment. “That didn’t make sense.”
“It made sense to me,” I said, smiling even though she couldn’t see me. “And if he can’t love you back, then there’s something wrong with him. Not you.”
“Maybe there’s something wrong with all of us.”
“Maybe there is. But there’s still someone out there who will you love you, flaws and all.”
“Yeah. I guess so.”
“Charlie?”
“Yeah?”
“Want to come over and watch Harry Potter?”