Page 45 of Spooked
Getting myself back on the bed, lifting my useless leg, I pull her to me again. “This time you’re not going to get rid of me so easily.” But I can’t say I don’t understand her worry.
Our eyes catch. This time, it’s her who makes the first move, gently placing her hand around the back of my neck, a slight raise of her brow to warn me of her intention, then she pulls herself up, leaning forward until our lips meet.
Her approach is almost teasing as her mouth moves on mine, an innocent kiss, but I let her play, hoping she’ll take it further before I take charge. While I let her lead the caress, I can’t help entangling my hand in that mass of red curls, breathing her in.
Exploration over, she pulls away with a chaste peck before raising her head and letting our eyes meet. I could drown in those pools of green eyes, her pupils enlarged, showing her arousal. Before I can move, this time she slams her lips down, her tongue licking at my seams until I open my mouth and let her in.
Her enthusiasm awakens something inside of me, and I can’t help but take charge, rolling my body until I’m leaning as far as I’m able to on my side. With one hand in her hair, and the otheragainst her waist, I pull her to me, so tight nothing separates us except the sheet that she’s encased in.
Our kiss deepens, becomes more wild. Knowing this time no ghosts are going to stop me, I can’t get enough of her taste or of her little moaning sounds. Who moves first, I don’t know, but our bodies press harder together. My unruly cock is ready to go, but it doesn’t scare her. She rubs herself against me. Our movements get more frantic as we dry hump each other, totally oblivious of anything else.
“Well, I…” The stranger’s voice has us jumping guiltily apart. We turn as one to see a nurse standing, hands on her hips, a twist to her mouth as she regards the now fast beeping monitor and continues, “I guess I’m not going to have to trouble the doctor for your elevated heart rate, nor the flush to your face.” She actually chuckles. “Honey, I think if I had such a fine specimen in my bed, I’d probably be in the same state.”
Guilty like a school boy caught in a compromising position behind the bleachers, I immediately let Maeve go and start to disentangle my body from hers.
The nurse says, “You can stay where you are. At least while I’m on duty.” Even though she’d dismissed Maeve’s symptoms, she nevertheless steps forward to regard the monitor.
As my brows rise in surprise at her understanding, she explains, “Ms. Sullivan’s not had many visitors the whole time she’s been here. It’s good to know she’s got a boyfriend who cares about her.”
“I care,” I confirm. It’s a dilution of what I actually feel for her, but Maeve is going to be the one who hears my true feelings first. Now’s not the time or place for me to make any great pronouncement about how I want her as my old lady, maybe even my wife. For fuck’s sake, I don’t even know if she feels that way about me, though the reciprocal physical attraction is not in doubt.
“Nurse… Beckett?” Maeve peers to read her name tag. “Is there any way I could get my phone charged?”
“Sure.” The nurse beams. “I’m sure I’ll be able to find a charger. What type of phone?” When Maeve shows her, she nods and disappears.
I gaze after her. “She’s nice,” I tell Maeve. “My nurse was a troll.”
“She’s good people,” Maeve agrees. “Do you think she’ll let you stay the night with me?”
“No one’s going to send me away,” I reassure her, then smirk. “You think you can control your heartbeat if we kiss again?”
She casts an eye at the monitor. “It’s annoying that I’m still hooked up.”
It sure is. My cock deflates at the thought that anything we get up to will be broadcast around the hospital, or at least at the nurses’ station. “Tomorrow,” I tell her. “You’re coming back with me, where no one can disturb us.”
She intakes a breath. “I hadn’t given any thought about where to go when I’m discharged. I thought I’d be heading home.”
Her heart might be beating fast, but mine stops. “Where’s home?” I snap.
“LA,” she replies.
I roll onto my back.Had she not even thought about staying with me?
Picking up on my abrupt change in mood, she reaches for me. “Hound, this thing between us… I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to lose you, but I’ve got a job to get back to and responsibilities.”
Oh fuck! I know nothing about her.“Husband? Boyfriend? Kids?” Then, remembering what the nurse said, think if she has another man, I’ll hunt them down and kill them for not coming to Tucson to be with her.
She puts her hand on my arm. “Nothing like that. I’m completely single.” As I let out a breath in relief, she continues, “We don’t know each other at all. You don’t know what I did to keep myself going when my gramma died and left me penniless, but I can tell you it wasn’t pretty.” She shudders. “If you knew I had to live on the streets and what I had to do to survive, maybe you wouldn’t want me.” My gut clenches as I read between the lines, but she doesn’t give me a chance to answer her. “I was lucky. I was given a way out. I’ve never been in a relationship, as I’ve worked my ass off, never wanting to be destitute again. I’ve got a good job, and I owe everything to the people who gave me a chance. I don’t want to let anyone down.” She swallows, and I see her throat work. “I’ve got clients who’ve stayed with me for years, and they depend on me.”
“What do you do?” It’s an innocent question to ask, and one that solidifies how little I know about her. All I really know is I admire her character, her looks, and that her body was made for me. But I can’t convince myself that if I knew more, it would make me want to walk away from her. Even the thought that she had to whore herself out means nothing to me. At least her reason was honest, to make money to live. What excuse have I got for the years when I fucked anything with a pussy, just because I could?
There’s a spark in her voice as she answers. “I’m an accountant.”
Well, fuck. Looks like she did make something of herself.
It’s confession time. “I’m a biker. I’m a member of an MC.” She nods as she already knows that. I grit my teeth. “The Satan’s Devils still wear the one-percenter patch, the yellow diamond on our cuts, even though nowadays we earn our money honestly. But, babe, won’t kid you, there are times we don’t abide by citizens’ laws, but only when there’s a need to protect our own.” I decide not to tell her about Road’s track. I feel her tense, so Isay quickly, “Our club is all about family. We’ve grandparents, parents, and kids. Hell, the second generation is heading the joint now. Drummer, who you met, well, his son is the VP.” I try to make a hard sell. “We live in what was an old vacation resort. So much room, a lot of us have built our homes there. I’ve got my own house. You can come and live with me.”
“Hound!” she barks, stopping my flow. “I’ve never been able to throw caution to the wind.” As she glances at me, her eyes soften. “I’ve got deep feelings for you, but a deeper fear of things going wrong and me being left alone.” Her head turns away as she says softly, “Everyone leaves me.”
