Page 9 of Marked By the Obsessed Biker
I wash my body quickly, and when I’m done, I turn the water off and open the curtain. He’s holding a towel out to me, eyes closed.
I take it from him and jostle into him as I climb out of the shower and stand on the mat. I dry off and wrap the towel around my body. “Do you have to go downstairs to… you know?”
He shakes his head. “No, Boss texted me. They’re handling it. They told me to take care of you.”
I don’t know why that grates my nerves, but it does. I breeze past him and walk into the bedroom. I pull out a drawer and get out a pair of panties and a nightshirt.
I let the towel drop and then pull on my panties and the shirt. I start to bend for the towel, but Greyson beats me to it.
In a huff, I ask him, “Does it bother you that you’re always assigned to me?”
He looks at me strangely. “I’m not assigned to you.”
I blurt out a laugh and sit down on the bed. “Yeah, right.”
He sits on the chair across from me. “Why do you think I’m assigned to you?”
I roll my eyes and scoot back on the bed. “Forget it. It doesn’t matter.”
He stands up, and just for a second, I freak out, thinking that he’s going to leave, but he surprises me and sits down on the edge of the bed. “Is it okay if I sit here?”
I tilt my head and look at him, I'm almost embarrassed to ask, but I also don’t want to be alone tonight. “Don’t freak out.”
His forehead creases. “I won’t freak out.”
I gesture to the bed beside me. “I want you to sleep here with me tonight… I don’t want to be by myself.”
I can’t tell what he’s thinking. He just stares back at me, gulps, and nods his head. “Okay. I’ll sleep here if that’s what you want.”
I lie back on the bed, and he is reaching for the light when I stop him. “Are you going to wear your shoes to bed?”
He shakes his head and laughs. “No, I should probably take them off.”
He gets up and moves over to the chair. He sits down, and I watch him unlace his boots, take them off, and then remove his socks. He stares at his jeans, shrugs, and then comes back to the bed. I hold a hand out to stop him. “Grey, stop. What do you normally sleep in?”
“Nothing.”
I choke up.Nothing. Okay. “Uh, well, take your jeans and shirt off at least. It doesn’t bother me if you sleep with nothing on. I trust you.”
He eyes me before he removes his pants and shirt. I stare at him open-mouthed. I knew he was muscular. The man runs and works out a lot, but I had no idea what he was packing under all his leather and denim. His shorts are tented as he stands next to the bed, and I can’t force myself to look away. I swear his dick twitches, and he pulls the covers back. “You sure about this?”
“I want you to stay.” I answer him honestly.
He reaches over and turns off the light and then lies down.
I lie back and stare up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry, Grey.”
He huffs. “Don’t apologize to me.”
He turns his head toward me. “Happy birthday, princess. I have a present for you, but it’s on my bike.”
I scoot closer to him, wanting to feel his warmth. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
CHAPTER 6
GUNNER
“Of course I would get you something.”
