Page 38 of Loco

I knew that it wouldn’t take long for Loco to make those eggs, so I washed my hair and scrubbed down quickly. I dried off, sprayed my body with my favorite body spray, and quickly dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. My hair was still dripping when I joined him in the kitchen. I paused for a minute when I saw him at the stove, his bare back to me. The man was ripped all over, and I watched the play of muscles ripple when he moved. His back was an advertisement for the Desert Rebels. The tattoo covered the entire top half of his body, and was a beautiful work of art.

As he poured the eggs onto two plates, I couldn’t hold my tongue any longer. “I could get used to this.”

He turned with a plate in each hand.

“A sexy biker fixing me breakfast,” I clarified. “Do you also vacuum?”

A grin spread across his chiseled jaw as he made his way to my small dining table. I met him there, glancing down at the fluffy, cheesy eggs and buttered toast. My stomach suddenly let me know that it was hungry. I pulled back a chair to sit down.

“Sexy, huh?” He sat down, too.

I shrugged. “Don’t let it go to your head. Doc is a sexy biker, too.” I took a bite of toast, ignoring his sudden frown. I also tried to keep my eyes on his and not his incredible ripped torso. I’d seen it all before, but he was so perfect and beautiful to look at.

I scooped some eggs onto a piece of toast and folded it over into half a sandwich. Just as I was about to take a bite, I glanced over at Loco. He’d done the same thing. I giggled. “We have a lot in common,” I joked, taking a bite. He did the same, only most of his was gone in that single bite.

I chewed thoughtfully and watched him. It occurred to me that now was a good time to get to know him a little better. I mean, he was here, wasn’t he? There hadn’t been the time or incentive to talk during the last night we’d spent together. Once we’d started messing around, trying to see how many orgasms we could give one another had been all that was on our minds.

Damn. I had to stop thinking about that night, because now I was sitting here eating breakfast with wet panties. I lowered my eyes and took another bite, willing the heat that was crawling up my neck to crawl back down before he noticed it. I swallowed down what was in my mouth with a sip of coffee.

“So why did you decide to join the Desert Rebels?”

His shrug revealed a lot. “Had nothing better to do. I was a drop out going nowhere and getting into trouble when I met Killer.”

“Killer?” I couldn’t help but think that that was a terrible name.

“He was the president at the time. Died a few years ago from cancer.” He drank down a good portion of his coffee. “He was a damn good man. Saw through the yellow Mohawk and chip on my shoulder and gave me a chance.”

“Your mom must have loved that.”

A brow rose in question.

“The Mohawk.”

He relaxed back in his chair, holding his cup close to his mouth. “My mom encouraged us kids to express ourselves. Be who we are.” A nostalgic look came across his face. “One year my sister, Rose, shaved half her fucking head and had the devil tattooed on it.” He winked. “Went good with the black lipstick.”

I could hear the love Loco had for his sister in his voice. It brought a smile to my face. “Where is Rose now?”

“Somewhere up north. Boston, I think.” He snorted. “Got a good life as a child psychologist. My other sister, Daisy, is an art teacher in Florida.” There was an undeniable twinkle of humor in his eyes. “I’m the only fuckup in my family.” It sounded like he’d come from a good family.

I hated to hear anyone talk that way about themselves, but Loco hadn’t said it in a derogatory way. He was content with his life. “You don’t see your family?” I took another bite of my sandwich.

He shook his head. “Nope. Parents are dead, and since the girls took off in different directions for their careers, we just keep in touch by phone.”

He seemed content with that, too. I thought it was sad. If I had siblings, or parents for that matter, I would have been all up in their business. There would have been Sunday dinners and holiday gatherings. Maybe because I’d never had that I missed it more, while Loco had it and didn’t seem to appreciate it. Such was life, I guess.

“I think that’s sad, Loco.” I picked up my plate to take it to the sink, trying not to think about what my life had been like growing up in foster care. I’d never known my parents. Didn’t even know if I had siblings out there somewhere. No one had cared enough about a chubby little redhead to adopt me, and as soon as I’d turned eighteen I’d found myself out on the streets, which had led to a whole different life experience.

One thing I was proud of was that I’d learned from those experiences.

I was so caught up in my head that I didn’t hear Loco get up from the table and follow me over to the sink. My back was turned to him as I rinsed off my plate. “That was a decent breakfast,” I said as I bent to put the dish into the dish washer. “I’ll check out your vacuuming skills next,” I joked, laughing.

“How about you check out the skills I have in the bedroom?”

I started when Loco’s arms came around me from behind and he pulled me against him. He nuzzled the side of my neck, the scruff on his jaw causing me to throw my head back with a sharp gasp of pleasure. I closed my eyes as a full-body shudder moved over me. I was trapped in a moment of pure bliss, and there was nothing I wanted to do but enjoy the lips moving over my sensitive skin.

“What do you think, darlin’?” His husky tone got me hotter.

“I think . . .”

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