Page 68 of Blue

“Want to ride around in a cage with me?” I asked Blue.

“Thought you’d figured me out by now. I’d go anywhere with you.”

Sully talked to Blue about the car while I ran into the house for my ID.

Five minutes later, I was behind the wheel with Blue next to me. He had me fill up the tank, then he checked the air pressure in the tires, finally we pulled through the drive-thru for burgers, fries, and drinks to take home for all three of us.

Sully sat with us at the back patio. While they talked about the MC, I stuffed fries into my mouth. I thought about Sully and Heather. The last thing I wanted was to make Sully’s home uncomfortable.

I’d rather deal with the discomfort of living at the clubhouse. Plus, I’d be close to Blue.

Sully gathered the trash from his meal. “I’m going to head over to the clubhouse.” He plucked a piece of shredded lettuce from his beard. “I’m guessing you two would like some time alone, but if you change your mind or if you need anything, you’ll know where to find me.”

Blue leaned his forearms on the table and picked at his food. Considering I’d scarfed mine down, and Sully had probably already digested his by now, Blue either hadn’t been hungry or something was bothering him.

Fighting the fear simmering in my chest, I gathered up the pamphlets and tucked them back into the folder.

Sully’s Harley fired up and faded into the distance.

After a couple moments of silence, I asked Blue, “Do you not want me to go to NA meetings?”

“Of course, I want you to go.”

“It’s not like treatment. I know I have to do the work. But they have free counseling, too. It’s both. Therapy and meetings.” I pulled one of the pamphlets from the folder. “In here it says that addicts who attend daily meetings have a better chance of staying clean.”

Blue nodded.

“Something’s wrong, Blue. You won’t even look at me.”

He lifted his gaze from his half-eaten burger. “It’s just been a long day.”

“Come on.” I stood, gathered up his food, and stuffed it in the bag.

Blue leaned back in his chair. “Where are we going?”

“To bed. I’m collecting on my bet. You’ve had a long day, and I’m tired, too.” I headed into the house, set his food in the refrigerator, and went to my room. By the time Blue joined me, I’d kicked off my shoes. I tugged open the snap of my jeans and shimmied them over my hips.

He arched one brow.

“Get naked, Blue.”

“Kiss—” He closed the door and shrugged out of his cut.

“Do you trust me?” I pulled the blackout curtains, tugged down my comforter, and climbed onto my bed.

Reaching behind his head, he grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked it off. “I’m not sure if I should.”

“Good answer.” I slithered my bare thighs beneath the blanket, burrowed under the covers, slipped off my panties, and dropped them over the side of the bed.

Blue raked his fingers through his bangs. Color seemed to drain from his face. He bent over, untied his boots, and toed them off. Next, his jeans dropped to the floor.

I smiled.

“I was out of clean underwear.” His flaccid cock draped along his groin. Even soft, he was beautiful. A light dusting of black hair covered his muscular thighs. Like Romeo, Blue was a tapestry of ink and mayhem. A serpent snaked along his ribs and curved onto the edgesof his abdominals. A dagger inked his forearm from wrist to elbow, and the Heller devil covered his scapula.

Blue slid beneath the covers with me. We snuggled under the blanket, but we didn’t touch. My fingers itched to trace the hills of his shoulders, to follow the contour of his pectorals, and reach beneath the blanket to explore the ripple of his abdomen, and the taut skin of his pelvis. Instead, I pillowed my hands beneath my cheek.

A lopsided smile twerked on his lips. “Is this what you had in mind when you asked me to get in bed with you?”

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