Page 14 of Break Out

Hell, the more I thought about it, the way she reacted to my name, I got a feeling she knew about bikers – but that had to be my imagination. A powerful yawn reminded me I needed more sleep before a five-hour ride. When we woke up, I’d give her another orgasm by eating her out. That sounded like a plan.

On my side, I pulled the covers up to my shoulder. She let out a sleepy sigh and her body shifted toward me on the king-sized bed. Her sigh sounded similar to the sounds she made when I’d used my last condom and fucked her missionary-style. Somehow I’d restrained myself and took her slow and gentle. That memory had me craving a repeat, but I was out of condoms.

That was my life. I had planned a meeting with my ‘son,’ but wound up meeting a college girl who turned out to be phenomenal in bed.

I rolled to my back as I wondered if there was another way I could corner Jordan. He needed to know the truth. I wasn’t really his father – though I would always be his dad. In reality, I was the dumbass his conniving mother had fleeced for twenty-one years. Maybe he could learn the value of a paternity test, even if I didn’t.

My thoughts had distracted me from Simone’s sleeping form next to me, which was exactly when she rolled so she was facing me and put her arm over my waist.

I should have shifted her off me. I never let women sleepover. Having her warm, soft body next to me like this felt like a rich dessert. Decadent in more ways than one. Her pressing against me, it felt as though she were mine. Something about this felt satisfying and right.

I hadn’t had that even when I lived with Debra and Jordan. She didn’t sleep close to me or gravitate toward me in her sleep.

I allowed myself to indulge one last time and held Simone close while I fell back to sleep.

I had steeled my heart to women. I’d reinforced that barricade after I learned about Debra’s deception. No woman would ever be in my bed permanently.

Hotels needed silencers for their doors. While that would never happen, it sucked waking up to multiple doors banging and slamming.

I rolled over and my hand hit rumpled sheets.

“The fuck?” I whispered, propping myself up on an elbow and opening my eyes wide.

The emptiness in the room felt like a weighted blanket. I fell to my back.

“Goddamnit,” I bit out.

How the hell had that slip of a woman snuck out on me? I was a light sleeper. Talk about plans going to shit. I hadn’t woken up with such hard morning wood in months. Simone’s sweet mouth would have been the perfect remedy.

Shit.

My disappointment had me muttering to myself, “Get your shit together.”

It also bothered me that the flirty bombshell had taken a play out of my book. Love ‘em and leave ‘em.

The rational part of my brain said it was better this way.

No awkward goodbyes or any of that shit.

With my eyes closed, I fisted my cock and gave it a few good tugs.

I couldn’t get the vision of her entering that restaurant out of my head. She would make some lucky man very happy.

Jealousy coursed through me, weakening my erection. Everything was out of whack in this damned town. I didn’t struggle with the green-eyed monster, but I hated the idea of another man having her.

Yeah, it was good one of us had been smart today.

After a shower and breakfast, I stood next to my Harley in the hotel parking lot. The sun glared off the surrounding vehicles and the apartment windows across the street. At least it wasn’t raining.

I gave Jordan one last call. It rolled to voice mail and I locked my cell into the phone mount on my bike. Even though Simone had ditched me without saying goodbye, I didn’t hate Gainesville as much as Jacksonville

But it was high time to get home.

I parked my bike behind the Devil Lancer’s clubhouse at five o’clock. As I approached the clubhouse, the back door opened. Torque, my Vice President, sauntered out with a groupie under his arm. His sandy brown hair was pulled back in a low-ponytail, and his cheeks appeared to be shaved.

He shot me a lazy grin. “Yo, you made great time, Steel.”

I nodded. “Yeah. Everything good here?”

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