Page 8 of Her Mysterious Biker
A life-sized cardboard cutout of a shirtless biker in leather pants and a leather vest riding a motorcycle dominates most of the display space.
Richard’s voice echoes in my mind.Touch her whenever you can.
I step behind Stevie and wrap my arms around her waist, leaving no space between us. “Is he your fantasy, Stevie?” I whisper into her ear, causing her to shiver.
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Is he your fantasy,Stevie?
I can’t get Orion’s question out of my mind. Instead of answering him, I grabbed one of the MC books from the display and hurried to the checkout counter, only to come face to face with a smirking Camden.
Before I could pay for my books, Orion placed his money on the counter and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Orion stowed my books in the saddle bag of his bike and drove us back to my house.
“Two new books and now pizza.” I smile at Orion as he unlocks my door, juggling the pizza box in one hand, a grocery bag with some clothes and personal items in the other, along with the keys to my house. “You really know how to win a girl over.”
Luckily, the pizza delivery guy arrived at my door at the same time we did because I don’t think I could have held onto the pizza box while riding on Orion’s bike. Besides, my hands were busy wrapped around his waist.
He opens the door and holds it open for me, letting me walk in first, like the gentleman I see in him. “After you.” We step inside, and he closes the door behind us. With a soft click, he locks it. “Not just any girl. You, Stevie.”
If only those were his true feelings. “You can cut the act--we’re inside now. No one can see us.”
He gives me a blank stare as if he doesn’t understand what I’m saying. But just like that, it’s gone. “Right. We don’t have an audience.”
“Come on. Let’s eat while it’s still hot.” I take the pizza box from his hand and set it on the coffee table. “I’ll grab us a couple of bottles of water.”
I open the refrigerator door and take a deep breath. Orion is the perfect boyfriend—or I guess fake boyfriend.
If I were brave, I would tell him he’s my fantasy.
We eat the pizza, making small talk about our day and our plans for the rest of the week until it’s finally time for bed.
“It’s getting late, we should probably go to bed. I’ll clear the table if you want to get ready first.” Orion stands, picks up the pizza box, our empty bottles of water, and heads to the kitchen while I dash to my bedroom and into the bathroom.
I run through my nightly routine, then slip into a fresh pair of panties—unfortunately, they are plain old boring white cotton panties because I only have one pair of lacy panties and I haven’t had time to wash them yet.
I put on a Prince T-shirt as a nightgown. It’s an older one, at least a size too small, and it barely covers my backside, but it hugs my curves in a way that makes me feel sexy. I hope Orion likes how I look in it.
A knock on my bedroom door pulls me out of my thoughts. “Are you decent?”
He’s such a gentleman, not wanting to walk in on me if I were naked. “Yes, come in.” I walk slowly to the bed, trying to give him a view of my outfit before I crawl under the covers.
He opens the door, and his eyes widen as they scan up and down my body. He quickly looks away from me. Instead of climbinginto my bed like a normal person, I lift one knee onto the bed, arch my back, and push my butt high in the air. Holding the pose, I glance over my shoulder and see Orion frozen, his eyes fixed on my body.
“Fuck.” He mutters.
“Aren’t you going to get ready for bed?” I slowly lower myself to the mattress.
“Um, yeah.” He quickly heads for the bathroom, but not before turning back and giving me one last hungry look.
I settle myself under the covers as I wait for him to finish getting ready for bed. I don’t have to wait long before he’s striding out of the bathroom in only a pair of gray sweatpants, hanging low on his hips, giving me the perfect glimpse of his chiseled chest and line of hair of his happy trail as it disappears under the fabric of his sweats.
The mattress dips under his weight as he slides under the covers. “Good night, Stevie.” He turns off the bedside lamp, throwing the room into darkness.
“Good night, Orion.”
The minutes seem to crawl by slowly, the heat of Orion’s body filling the space between us until I can’t stand it any longer, and I flip my bedside lamp on.
