Page 13 of Falling for the Biker
“I don’t—” I stammer, but my heart is racing so fast I feel lightheaded. The pieces click into place with horrifying clarity.
He isn’t just a stalker, he’s a staff member. He knows my schedule. He’s always been close, but I’ve never realized just how much.
My pulse hammers in my ears, a frantic, deafening drumbeat. The world tilts, the stacked pallets and dumpsters swimming in my vision. I’m dizzy.
Instinctively, I reach for my keys. The only weapon I own, and it’s in the form of a cute design. But of course, I don’t have it on me. I left it at Diesel’s apartment because why would I need my keys while I’m staying with him? I lowered my guard because I felt comfortable enough to.
It’s finally happening, the very thing I’ve dreaded.
I finally found someone who promised to keep me safe. Diesel is probably growing tired right now, all the way on the opposite side of the building.
My efforts are now useless. It doesn’t matter.
Right when I need someone the most, I am completely, utterly alone.
6
Diesel
The night sky is a dull, starless gray, a thick blanket of clouds threatening more than a sprinkle. A cold droplet hits my cheek as I stub out the remaining bit of my cigarette against my jeans to finish later.
Good. Let it rain. Let it pour.
Maybe then she’ll press herself against my back, arms locked around my waist, her face buried in my leather cut for warmth. She’ll cling to me that much tighter if she thinks the drive will be any less safe.
The thought sparks a smirk I have to physically wipe away with a rough hand.
I’m fucking gone for her. Completely. In such a short time, Ruby has rewired my brain, turning a man who thrives on violence into someone who daydreams about being squeezed to death.
I’m craving a future a man like me has no right to even picture.
This morning… waking up with her curled into my chest, her hair tickling my chin, her breath soft and even against my skin… it felt like a glimpse of something I was never meant to see.
It wasn’t just lust. Lust is a simple, hungry fire. This is a deep, steady burn that’s settled in my bones. This is love. It’s the only explanation for why my chest feels like an empty, echoing cavern the second she’s not here by my side.
Cursing softly at the blissful thought, I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself looking like some lovesick fool.
A few minutes late isn’t terrible. Gives me time to figure out what I’m going to say to her when she does come out.
I dread telling her about my findings.
The prospects found nothing to report about, so I did a little looking myself.
Despite sitting outside of her home for a few hours, and enjoying the comfort of her couch for a few more, I’ve gotten nothing out of it besides discovering her love for candles.
She’s already gotten Christmas ones ready to burn.
Am I going to have to buy a few for my place so she’ll want to stay over? Better yet, can I convince her to move her collection over where we can enjoy them together?
Yeah, no question about it. I’m not just a little lost. I’m truly gone.
Even if today was a failure, we can try again tomorrow. Over and over until she finds herself coming with me on her own, even after her problem has been solved.
As each minute passes without her strolling through the side doors, something doesn’t sit right with me. How long do I wait until I go inside to find her myself?
While I’m not supposed to be putting any attention on myself, I’m not someone who is fond of waiting. I’ve got zero patience.
Sure, I can keep daydreaming like a fool, but I’m starting to get worried now.
