Page 11 of Marked By the Obsessed Biker
She presses her face into my neck. “Why?”
I know this is an important moment. I want to tell her everything. Hell, I want to claim her, but I also know that tonight is not the night to do that, so instead of confessing my feelings for her, I give her some generic response. “Because you’re a Guardian. You’re family.”
She tenses in my arms. “So you think of me like a sister or something?”
I shake my head. Man, I’m fucking this up. “No, I don’t think of you as my sister.”
She rests her head against my chest and yawns. “Okay, I’m not sure what to make of all this. You protect me because…”
Her voice trails off, and I know she wants me to answer her. I tell her the truth. “I am like this with you because I have to be. I don’t have a choice. I tell myself to stand back and let you live your life and do what you want, but I can’t imagine some guy hitting on you and me just standing back, letting it happen.”
My confession silences her.
I clear my throat again. “Do you want me to stop?”
I hold my breath, waiting for her to answer me. I’m not sure what I’ll do with her request. If she asks me to stop protecting her, the answer will be no. If she asks me to stop interfering with her relationships… well, hell, I can’t imagine I can agree to that either.
She yawns again. “Right now, in this moment, I don’t want you to stop. I don’t want to even think about men or any of that.”
I tense, thinking about what happened tonight, and I loosen my hold on her. “I’m sorry… if this is uncomfortable.”
She holds me tighter. “No. It’s different with you. I know I’m safe with you.”
I close my eyes and let out a harsh breath. Fuck, I’ve been friend zoned. This is what this is. She’s comfortable with me like I’m some fuckin’ sorority sister or something. Would she feel safe if she knew the number of times I’ve jacked off just thinking about her? Or would she feel safe if she knew how much I think about her or exactly how unhinged I get when I see another man look at her? I could kill just thinking about it.
Her breathing is slowing down, and she’s relaxing against me. I know she’s about to fall asleep, and it’s going to be torture holding her like this the whole night. Her voice is thick and sleepy when she says my name. “Grey.”
“Yeah, honey?”
“Will you be here all night?”
I bite my lip. “Do you want me to be?”
“Yes,” she answers simply.
I tuck her against me. “Then yeah, I’ll be here all night.”
She’s so close I can feel her smile against my chest. “Goodnight.”
“Night, princess.”
And it’s mere seconds later that she falls asleep in my arms. I don’t dare move or jostle her because she needs the rest. I don’tneed it. I can rest later because I’m going to lie here all night and cherish this moment. Who knows if I’ll ever have it again?
CHAPTER 7
ALICE
I suck in a breath, and my eyes open. I look around in the darkness, freaking out for just an instant, and then it all comes crashing down on me. I remember what happened last night and how Greyson took care of everything.
I can feel his warmth wrapped around me. The manly scent of him surrounds me, bringing me comfort. At some point in the night, I turned away from him, but I didn’t get far. His front is to my back. His legs are threaded with mine, and his arm is hooked around me, one big hand cupping my breast.
The heat of him at my back draws me in, and I want to melt into him.
I don’t move. I don’t dare because I know if I do, he’s going to wake up, and he’s going to apologize and then move away.
Awake now, I try to relax my body, and that’s when I feel it. Before I can stop myself, I press my ass backwards and feel his hard manhood pressed against me. My body trembles, and I swear he kneads my breast in his palm.
I bite my lip to keep the whimper held in. My body feels alive, like I want to stretch into his touch, but I don’t dare do it.
