Chapter 12 #3
Unlike the times before, Roman took it slow, taking the time to explore every inch of my body.
I meant it when I said I didn’t know sex could be like this.
Never before had I ever felt so alive, so cherished and adored.
We made love until the early morning light, only sleeping a couple of hours before Roman pulled himself out of bed.
When he started to get dressed, I eased up on my elbow and asked, “Hey, where you running off to?”
“Thought I’d go grab us some breakfast.”
“Oh, breakfast would be great.” I tossed back the covers and raced to the bathroom, hoping he wouldn’t get a good view of my naked body. “Mind if I tag along?”
“Suit yourself.” I’d cleaned up a little and was just slipping on my panties when Roman appeared in the doorway. “There a reason why you just bolted out of the bedroom like you were on fire?”
Busted.
Damn.
“I was just trying to hurry.” Trying to play it off, I slipped on my bra and said, “Didn’t want to keep you waiting.”
“Um-hmm.” He stepped over to me and slipped his arm around my waist, pulling me towards him. “You know, I saw you naked last night. Every damn inch of you.”
“Yeah, but it was dark...and in the heat of the moment. I’ve had two kids, Roman. I don’t have the hot bod you’re probably used to.”
“You’re wrong. You have an incredible body.” His eyes dropped to my breasts as he admitted, “Hell, I can’t even look at ya without getting a fucking hard-on.”
“Oh, well, thank you.” A smile swept over my face as I said, “I think.”
“You’re beautiful, Frankie.”
“Might need you to remind me of that from time to time.”
He motioned his head towards the bed as he said, “I can remind you right now.”
“As tempting as that might be, I didn’t have dinner last night, and I’m starving.” I eased up on my tiptoes and kissed him softly. “Now, let me finish getting dressed so we can go get breakfast.”
“You got it.”
As soon as we were both dressed, I grabbed my purse, and we headed outside. Since it was sprinkling outside, we decided to take my car. I’d just started to back out of the driveway when his cell phone started to ring. He took it out of his pocket and answered, “You’ve got Widow.”
After a brief pause, Roman announced, “I’ll be right there.”
He hung up the phone, then turned to me and asked, “Mind if we run by the clubhouse first?”
“Sure. No problem.”
I continued out of the driveway and started towards the clubhouse.
I thought I remembered how to get there but ended up taking a few wrong turns.
After a little guidance from Roman, we finally arrived at the front gate.
A man stepped forward, blocking me from moving forward, but as soon as he spotted Roman, he nodded and moved out of the way.
As I continued forward, I said, “You guys are really strict with your security, huh?”
“We take the necessary precautions.”
“Precautions from what?”
“Can’t really say. That’s club business.”
“What?”
“I’ll explain later.” He opened his car door as he said, “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay. Take your time.”
He got out of the car, and seconds later, he disappeared inside the clubhouse.
I took a moment to look around and was surprised to find that the clubhouse looked even more intimidating in the daylight.
The place was huge with various bikes parked along the front.
The fence was even taller than I’d remembered, and there were heavy metal doors at every entrance.
I couldn’t help but wonder why a biker club would need to have so much security.
I could only assume the rumors were true.
The Ruthless Sinners were in fact dangerous.
I’ll admit it was concerning, very concerning, but when I was with Roman, I’d never felt safer.
I knew he’d never do anything to intentionally hurt me.
The second I saw him walking towards me, I knew something was wrong. He came over to my side of the car and waited as I rolled down the window. “I’m sorry, babe, but I gotta take a rain check on breakfast.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Can’t really get into it.” He leaned forward and kissed me briefly before saying, “I’ve sent a prospect over to get my bike.”
“Okay.” Something was wrong, very wrong. I could see it in his eyes, and it scared me to think something might happen to him. “Should I be worried?”
“No. Save the worrying for me.” He gave me a quick wink, then said, “I’ll call you when I can.”
“Okay.” When he turned to leave, I shouted, “Be careful.”
“Always!”
Seconds later, he disappeared inside the clubhouse.
I didn’t want to leave him. I wanted to stay and push him to tell me what was going on.
Unfortunately, I knew that wasn’t a good idea.
Having no other choice, I backed out of the parking lot and drove back out of the gate.
As I started home, the uneasy feeling I had was growing stronger, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake it.
I didn’t want to admit it, but I was sure it was my mind’s way of telling me I might lose Roman.
That was a thought I couldn’t bear. For years, I’d been forced to be independent.
I’d had to take care of things on my own, so I’d never let myself need anyone.
That all changed when Roman came into my life.
I needed him, and it terrified me.