“And if I’m never ready?” She trails a finger down the side of my face.
“I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life doing my damndest to change your mind.”
“Hmm, maybe you should try some more tonight,” she whispers against my lips, tracing the lower one with her tongue.
Lying her back on the bed, I purr, “that’s the plan.”
156
Molly
Waking up draped over Kellen’s chest is the best way to wake up. No, it was when he woke me up with his head buried between my thighs. My face heats in remembrance of all the things he did to me last night. His phone rings from the bedside table rousing him from sleep. Arms tightening around me, he purrs. His hazel eyes blink open, a satisfied smile on his face.
“Mornin’,” he rumbles out, the vibration moving through his chest as he his arm draws me closer.
“Good morning,” I breathe out. The phone cuts into our cuddling.
“Damn it,” he picks up the phone. “Yeah,” he barks out. “Hey brother, what’s up?” Slash sits up, the muscles in his back flexing and my hands wanders across his warm skin. Unable to resist, I sit up behind him, my breast pressing against his back and soaking up his warmth. My own personal furnace. “Really? Nah brother, that’s good to here. Yeah, we’ll be there.”
“We’re going somewhere?” I ask after he hangs up.
“Yeah, the club is throwing a last minute get together this afternoon.” He picks up my hand from his shoulder and kisses the palm.
“You ready to meet my brothers?”
“How many brothers do you have?”
“They’re not brothers by blood,” he says, his voice sad.
“Do you have a brother?”
“I did. Kevin was murdered a decade ago by humans.” I struggle to stay upright when he bolts off the bed. “Why don’t you get a shower. I’ll make breakfast.” He doesn’t look at me as he pulls on a pair of shorts out of the dresser, sliding them up his toned legs and walking out the door.
“What the hell just happened?” I run a hand through my hair, the strands tangling in my fingers. Gingerly I get off the bed, muscles sore in places I didn’t know they could be, and stagger to the bathroom. Thank God for hot water as I step into the shower, the heat relaxing my muscles. When I walk back into the bedroom, the smell of bacon has permeated the air. Grabbing another pair of yoga pants and t-shirt, I dress and walk toward the kitchen wondering who I will find there. The take charge man from last night? Or the one who walked out of the room this morning like it was nothing?
Again, he’s standing at the stove, his damp hair dripping rivulets of water down his. He must have another bathroom and taken a shower there.
“It’ll be a few minutes,” he grumbles over his shoulder. “Wanna grab the juice out of the fridge? And whatever you want on your toast.”
“Yeah, sure.” Tucking my hair behind my ears, I shuffle to the refrigerator.
“You okay?” He turns towards me, fork in hand.
Heat floods my cheeks. “I’m, uh, a little sore.”
His eyes flash amber before returning to the gold-flecked hazel. A predatory smile on his face, he advances. “Sore huh?” He chuckles. “Let’s me know I did you right. Every time you move, you’ll know I’ve been between your thighs. That sweet pussy aching for more of my cock.” His hand tangles in my hair as he tips my face up to his. “That it, baby? Want more of my cock?” Leaning down, he runs his nose along the side of my neck and growls. “You sure as fuck smell like you do.”
His mouth devours mine and when we finally come up for air, the room is filled with the scent of scorched bacon.
Later that afternoon we pull up to the chain-link fence of the clubhouse. The gate slides open and he parks beside the other bikes. He pulls open the heavy door and I’m bombarded with the heavy bass of the music coming from inside. Male laughter greets us as we walk in.
“Yo Slash about time your mangy ass got here!” A handsome man calls from across the room. Another long haired man stands from his position beside the pool table he glances at us from over his shoulder before lining up his pool cue and taking a shot. Shyla makes her way over from the bar, a bottle of beer in her hand.
“Hey Molly. You’re looking better than you did.” She reaches up and fingers the bruising on the side of my face.
“Thanks. I’m feeling better.”
“Come on over here and let me introduce you,” she orders, grabbing my hand and dragging me away from Kellen. Helplessly, I look over my shoulder at him and he smiles as he follows along.
“Did Slash explain everything to you?”
“About shifters?”
“That and the club.” Her brow arches.
“We talked about shifters and how he thinks I’m his mate.”
“Doesn’t think hun. He knows. Trust me. If you were a shifter, you’d know too. But anyway, this is Shadow, my mate.” The long hair guy turns toward us. His face is an expression of hard lines until his gaze settles on Shyla. Good grief, is that how Kellen looks at me? The sexual tension between these two is enough to get a nun hot. Looking up at Kellen, he inhales deep and purrs. He leans down and nuzzles my ear.
“Keep thinking whatever’s running through your head and I guarantee I’ll find a flat surface to lay you on and have you purring in no time.”
“Quit it,” I laugh.
“Oh, you two,” Shyla laughs. “Okay so this is Kid.” A handsome man salutes me before taking his turn at the table. He lines up his shot, sinking the red solid.
“Nice to see you conscious this time around,” he smiles.
“Kid was with me when
