Page 24 of Patch's Bride
“Being a doctor. That gives me credibility. And now that I’ve patched in, I’ve got brothers who’ll stand behind me. We have an outstanding club attorney. I’ll sic him on your stepfather as well. That man is biting off more than he can chew by going after you and your sister. I’m gonna make damn good and sure he doesn’t get to either of you.”
“Thank you,” I whisper. Sitting here naked with our bodies covered with quickly snatched bedding, I realize that no matter how hard I look, I will literally never find another man like Patch. He’s one of a kind, smart, decisive, worldly and willing to step up, even for my sister, who’s never even met him. I feel like I’m nothing but trouble for this kindhearted biker, but I don’t say that because I don’t want to plant any ideas in his mind.
His eyes soften for a second, then he stands letting the blanket slip away. “Come on. Let’s grab a shower.”
My eyes widen. “You mean together?”
“We’ve already seen everything God gave us…” his mouth twists, the faintest ghost of a smirk, “…the least we can do is conserve time so we can get started on saving that sister of yours.”
My face flushes because I literally cannot stop staring at his huge cock, mostly because it’s at face level when he’s standing in front of me. Plus, I’m fascinated with the damn thing. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
“Beth.” His voice cuts the protest short, but it’s gentler this time. “We don’t have time to debate. Let’s just agree to keep our gazes at eye level and get on with it.”
Suddenly, I feel childish for being hesitant. Therefore, when he turns and walks towards the bathroom, I follow him, letting my sheet slip away too.
Patch starts the shower and adjusts the temperature. The bathroom fills with steam pretty quickly. He steps aside for me to enter first, and I step under the spray. The water is just a tad hotter than I normally like but I adjust quickly. He joins me, his big body crowding me to the front of the stall. We do exactly what he said by keeping our eyes on each other’s faces as we grope for soap and begin scrubbing our bodies.
Patch is the one to break the awkward silence. “Do you remember anything about last night?”
I freeze up for a second, the soap almost slipping from my hands. “Some. Not all.”
His voice turns pensive, “I remember you pushing shots at me. You said I couldn’t hold my liquor, and I was determined to prove you wrong.”
Images of me refilling his shot glass over and over again as we laughed and joked around rise in my mind. “Yeah, I remember that part.”
His hand drifts down to soap up his cock. “I remember getting you off with my mouth. Twice.”
Heat floods my face yet again. I turn into the spray of water cascading down from above. Hearing him say it out loud makes me remember writhing in pleasure in his bed. That must have been what he was doing, using his mouth on me.
“We didn’t have sex. I wanted to, we both wanted to, but I didn’t want your first time to be like that,” he admits, his voice growing husky.
I turn and lean against the shower tile with both hands and let the water run over my hair as I think about his words.
“Yeah, that sounds about right. I can’t remember anything else either. I’ve never had sex, but I think I’d know…”
“Then that’s what happened,” he says quietly. “That’s all that happened and nothing more. You still have your virginity intact.”
I know Patch is just trying to take all the responsibility for last night onto himself, so I don’t have to feel ashamed. Still, something about hearing that makes me feel humiliated instead of reassured. I’ve always been in control and getting drunk to the point that I have gaps in my memory isn’t like me at all.
Silence fills the tiny space again as I dump some shampoo into my hand and begin working my hair into a lather.
Last night we crossed a line and now nothing is the same anymore. Things are messy now, what with us ending up in bed together and Patch learning about my sister. If this were an action movie the main character would say something clever like, shit just got real.
I close my eyes against the steam and whisper, so quiet I’m not sure if he hears me. “We just need to be honest with each other, protect each other and look out for my sister.”
Chapter 9
Patch
As we get out of the shower and get ready to face the day, all I can think of is how I fucked up last night. I’m lost in my own thoughts as I pull my jeans on. My head is still pounding, but it’s more than just a hangover. I’m disgusted with myself that I drank too much, lowered my guard and ended up doing the very thing I promised myself that I wouldn’t do, which is take advantage of her innocence. I know we didn’t have sex, but realizing that Beth couldn’t remember anything of what we did, makes me feel like shit.
I’m angry with myself that I can’t seem to shake the memory of how soft and delicate she felt under me. I refuse to brush my teeth because I can still taste her on my tongue. I keep replaying the sexy noises she made as I pleasured her. The way her hips tilted to give me better access to her sweet pussy. Last night was everything I ever dreamed of having with a woman, the one woman I’d sworn not to touch.
I shove all those thoughts away and drag my shirt over my head. Last night should never have happened. She’s nineteen, in danger, and looking at me for protection. What the hell kind of man does that? I told her this marriage was on paper and then turned right around and crossed the line. I know we were both equally drunk, but I’m better than that.
Behind me, I hear the rustle of clothes. Beth’s slower than me, fumbling with her jeans. I can see her fingers trembling. I glance in the mirror and catch her reflection. She looks as miserable as I feel. I can’t tell whether it’s because we crosseda boundary together last night or because she’s worried about her sister. That makes my chest ache. It’s because I realize she’s fragile and in danger herself but more worried about her disabled sister. She’s going to make some lucky young man a damn good wife, and it wounds my soul that the someone isn’t going to be me.
She clears her throat. “You okay, Patch?”
