Page 8 of The Biker's Second Chance
When I came back to town, I knew there was a very real possibility that I would see him again. I was prepared to see him, at least I thought I was.
The hope was he'd somehow let himself go. Maybe he got wide around the center, or his penchant for riding hard and fast left his face windburned and full of wrinkles. I even had hopes that he'd somehow gone bald.
None of that came true.
In fact, it seems like Spike has somehow gotten more attractive than before.
I stand in the back of the room just watching him examine the room.
My core clenches tight, and I pull my bottom lip between my teeth to bite down hard when he slides his cut off his arms.
Did he get more muscular?
Damn it. He did.
The man looks like he's been lifting cinderblocks for a living ever since I left.
"Was there anything else here before I came?" Spike turns to look at me, and it takes me a second to answer. I shake my head to clear my thoughts.
"No, nothing. Just my stuff."
He grunts and turns back to the wall.
Everything about what's going on right now feels awkward. I'm sure if he asked, I could give him more information, but Spike made it very clear that my input was not wanted.
My ears heat up as I remember how he spoke to me a second earlier. Like I was nothing more than a random stranger in his way.
There was no compassion or love in his voice.
He told me not to lie to him. Not that I would anyway. Unfortunately, I'm not used to him talking to me like this. Not used to being on this side of his anger. Prior to me walking out, all of our arguments ended with him telling me he loved me and him fucking my brains out.
"I need to take some pictures and probably bring the guys over here so they can see what's going on as well." Spike sighs and moves over to another area of the room.
My eyes dart to Eva, who is still here as well, but she's more concerned with her phone than what's going on in the room.
She doesn't realize what's going on, or how dangerous it is for her to even be in the same space as me. There's a chance that the same people after me will see her and make her a target.
My stomach flips at the thought.
When I set out to get help from the Chrome Creed, I didn't think about any of them becoming a target. Didn't think about any of them getting hurt.
My eyes jump back to Spike. He's completely engrossed in taking his pictures. I can't hurt him, not any more than I already have.
Who knows, he may abandon his vow to help me when he finds out everything.
I shake my head at the thought and look away.
No, not Spike. Once he gives his word, he means it.
I know that from our time together.
Against my better judgment, my mind starts replaying all of the good times Spike and I had together. He really is a great man. One of the best I've ever met.
My body heats up with need as I remember the way his gruff voice used to sound in my ear when he held me in his arms. The way he would always promise that he'd never leave me. The way he made love to me like every time was the last time.
Intense. Consuming. Earth-shattering.
Dropping my hands back down to my sides, I pinch my thighs hard. I need to break out of this. I force myself to focus on what's going on right now in front of me. Not how much I want Spike. Not how much he used to mean to me.
