Page 22 of The Biker's Second Chance
What the hell am I doing?
No, I won’t. I can’t.
I kick up from where I am, rushing toward the corner to get as far away from her as possible. I nearly made a huge mistake.
She jackknifes up in the bed, no longer fighting to get out of here but confused as to why I left her.
I shake my head and look away from her while I dig in my pocket for my phone. I dial the clubhouse and Leo picks up on the first ring.
“Yeah?”
“You were right. I can’t leave her here. I’m bringing Jayne in to stay with us. Full supervision.”
Leo grunts his approval before he hangs up. I don’t bother to look back at Jayne. I know what she’s going to say. I don’t care.
No matter how uncomfortable I’m going to be having her in my space, the only way to ensure nothing happens to her, even by her own doing, is if she’s with me.
CHAPTER 12
FROM ONE PRISON TO THE NEXT
JAYNE
The rumble of the bike’s engine used to thrill me. Bring me a sense of peace.
I remember Spike and I going on long rides, stopping at various parks just to relax a bit.
Today though, I’m not at peace on the back of his bike.
As I look down at the road speeding by underneath us, I can’t help but feel like he’s taking me from one prison to the next.
At least at the motel I was able to move around in the room freely. Eva told me I could have whatever I wanted.
I’m sure that’s not going to be the case back at the clubhouse.
If only I’d managed to get out of the window before Spike came back around. Sure, I had been wishing for him to be there when I woke up, but him showing up just as I was making my escape wasn’t the plan.
We stop at a red light and Spike puts his foot down on the pavement to steady the bike while we wait for it to change.
Part of me wants to lean forward, take in his scent. The leather mixed with his sweat always used to make me purr. Butthat was back in the old days. Back when I wasn’t fighting tooth and nail not to let him get under my skin.
I’m already losing that fight though. That much is clear from our little incident in the motel room.
I don’t want to admit it, but everything he said while he was on top of me was completely true.
If he’d pulled my pants down right then and there, I’d have taken him into my body readily.
He’s so fucking sexy, and we’ve got so much history. It’s nearly impossible not to lust after him.
I want to feel just a little bit of what we had before. A little normalcy.
But even I know if I go down that road it’s not going to end well. I can’t allow myself to give in.
I can’t tell for sure, but based on the way he jumped off the bed like a wolf was about to chomp down on his ass, it seems like Spike is having the same thoughts.
Neither one of us wants to muddy this up any more than it already is.
The problem is now that I’m going to be forced to stay at the clubhouse, there really is no getting away from each other.
