Page 7 of Torn
The door closes, but I still don't move. My head is spinning with the fact that I woke up with him in my room and everything he told me happened. If he hadn't been there, I don't know what would have happened to me.
The door opens, and it's Sara again. Her eyes are huge as she almost runs over to my bed. "Holy shit Becca, he's fucking hot. What happened to the guy I left you with last night?"
I tell her everything I know and how Storm ended up here.
“Wow, so he’s like you knight in shining leather.” She winks at me and laughs.
"Real funny." My phone buzzes next to me, and I see Pat's name. "Shit I never called him last night."
“No worries he texted me and I told him you forgot your phone and that you had made it home.” She winks at me.
“How did you know I made it home?”
Her eyebrows draw together in confusion, “you texted me and told me.”
“Ugh, my head is such a mess.” My phone starts buzzing again.
“I’ll let you answer that. Besides I want to go see if Storm has any hot friends.” She laughs before leaving the room.
I pick up my phone, not wanting to hear crap from my brother right now. "Hi, brother."
“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been texting you and calling all morning and last night.” The irritation in his voice is very apparent.
"I forgot my phone last night, and I was so tired when we got back that I just passed out. It's not a big deal Pat, I'm eighteen, and this is the first time I ever went to a party." I roll my eyes at how crazy he can be.
“I have every right to be worried about you. Do I need to remind you—“
"No. You don't. I don't want to have this discussion right now. Sara and I are going to get breakfast and then heading to the library. I'll talk to you later." I hang up before he can protest or harass me anymore.
Standing up I take a look in my mirror, and my eyes widen. I look like shit.
Just great.
Running a brush through my straight hair, I try to tame it as best as possible. I toss on some foundation and concealer to help the bags under my eyes and brush on some mascara. I grab my favorite pair of ripped jeans, and a cut up guns and roses t-shirt that I picked up at a thrift store. I still look rough, but much better than before. I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth before walking out into the living room. Storm is standing in the kitchen leaning against the counter as Sara blabs on and on. His distant look makes me laugh. They both turn my way.
"You ready?" his question is simple but so much more complicated then he realizes.
I’ve never been on a date, and certainly not with anyone as intimidating as Storm. I nod not trusting my voice.
"Have fun, you two crazy kids." Sarah laughs.
We walk outside an awkward silence setting in. He moves toward the building parking lot, and I stop in confusion. "I thought you said you left your bike and carried me back?"
“I did, but I had one of the prospects grab it for me and drop it off in the lot.” He shoots me a smile before grabbing my hand to lead me.
For a second I want to pull away, but I like the way my hand feels in his. "What's a prospect?" I glance at his back and notice a large patch on his leather. Its got a skull and a scorpion, the name Deathstalkers MC is printed on it. "What's the patch on your jacket for?"
We stop at a motorcycle, and he turns to me his hands on my hips. His eyes lock with mine, and he holds the gaze for a minute before his head dips down capturing my lips in his. I'm shocked at first not knowing how to react as his tongue slides into my mouth stroking mine eliciting a small moan from my mouth. My body warms from head to toe. I slide my hands up his arms and rest them on the back of his neck, the short hair pricking my fingers. I move with him as best I can, not really knowing if I'm good at it or I suck.
He pulls away his forehead resting on mine. “Fuck I’ve wanted to do that since yesterday afternoon.” His head dips again as his teeth drag across my bottom lip. I let myself relax against his chest. “Sweeter than I thought you’d be.” He places a kiss on my lips before taking a step back.
I feel so unsteady on my feet. Storm hands me a helmet, and that's when what I'm about to do hits me. "I um…I never…"
"I already guessed that. Just put on the helmet, and I'll do the rest of the work." I slip it upon clipping the strap under my chin.
He climbs onto the bile and then reaches for my hand so I can do the same. “Keep your feet here.” He says pointing to a spot and I do as he says. His hands grasp mine as he pulls them around his large frame and rests them on his stomach. “Hold on tight Angel.”
Angel?
Before I can ask why he called me that the bike roars to life underneath me. The gentle vibration is almost calming as I tighten my grip on him. He pulls out of the lot, and a surprised screech leaves my mouth. I feel him laughing and take a deep breath.
I don’t know what this is with Storm but what it could turn into scares me.
