His cheeks coated in red and he dropped forward, burying his head in my shoulder. Did he know how sexy he was? Had no one complimented him on it before? Shit, he would have noticed men and women checking him out. I saw it with my own damn eyes at the compound. Brothers who probably weren’t even into guys were looking at him appreciatively. The women were the worst though. They eyed him like they wanted to lift their skirt and have him fuck them right there and then. It’d surprised the fuck out of me because most were old ladies to hardass bikers, yet they saw Lucas—cute, timid, but sexy-as-fuck Lucas—and would have done anything for him if he’d asked.
“You’d get many dicks hard, Lucas.”
“Stop it,” he mumbled against me.
Smiling, all I could think was how goddamn cute he was.
“All right, I’ll stop for now.” Hell, I couldn’t stop grinning. His shyness, his innocence, was a turn-on. I had him in my arms. I had Lucas Storey in my arms. I’d been kissing him. Now there was no way I would give him up for anything or anyone.
We’d take it slow, get him used to it, to me, and get others used to the idea of me being with a man. There’d be times where I wouldn’t be sure of myself, but fucking hell, I was sure about the man against my chest.
Stepping back, I helped Lucas to his feet. He swayed forward a little, and I steadied him.
“That was your fault,” he said.
Chuckling, I replied, “Fair enough.” Jesus, I hadn’t felt this light in a damn long time. He caused this, made me feel like a fucking teen knowing I was going to get me some. Even if it was making out for the rest of the night, I would be happy with that.
What the fuck?
Me. I would be happy just kissing?
That was when I realized I had it bad.
I couldn’t ruin this.
Chapter Twelve
Lucas
If Wreck—Wade—wasn’t holding my hand, he would see how much it shook like the other one. I was a mess, body and mind. I didn’t know if I should be pushing him away and telling him to get out or rejoicing because he kissed me stupid, and then maybe I could offer myself up on a platter. Naked.
Kicking him out would probably be the safest.
So why was I following him down the hall to my bedroom?
Maybe it was because he’d left the compound, the party, to come after me and set me straight. Maybe it was because he found me attractive and told me he couldn’t get me off his mind. Those two things I still couldn’t get over. Shock kept me walking. He’d chased me. He’d said I was attractive when he’d had a beautiful woman in front of him. He’d wanted me. Me!
I mean, the kiss we’d shared weeks ago was out-of-my-mind hot, but then he’d sent me that text. I’d thought he’d had his fun, and that was done. Obviously not, because what we’d just done in the kitchen blew even the first kiss out of the water.
Wade glanced back with a small smile that shot me straight to the groin. It wasn’t only my stomach in knots from excitement and nerves; it felt like my whole body was. Only my dick was ready for something to happen. It had started to get hard when I first saw Wade, then grown with what he said and the kissing. Now I was already leaking in my boxers. I wanted to look down to see if it was visible, but knowing my luck, Wade would glance back in that exact moment, and I wouldn’t be able to look at him for the rest of the time. And I wanted to look at him. I had to make sure he was still there, real, and wanting me.
He wanted me.
Wreck— Wade… whatever his last name was. I really had to find that out.
We entered my room. Wade shifted me to the side of the door with his hands on my waist, then closed the door, all while watching me, causing my stomach to dip.
“At your pace, Lucas,” he said again.
I nodded, and a curl dropped into my eyes. Before I could brush it away, Wade was there, taking it between a finger and thumb. He gave it a tug, staring at it as it straightened and then watched how it sprang back up once he let go. He then brushed it behind my ear and traced the outer shell of my ear. I shivered, lost in the feeling, and witnessing him be so gentle.
“Fuckin’ love your hair.”
“Really?” I blurted before I could stop myself.
“Really,” he said as he threaded his fingers through my hair and gripped tightly, causing me to gasp. His eyes intensified, burning into me. Gently, he pushed me back, so I touched the wall. He stepped in and slowly lowered his head.
“Fuckin’ love these lips,” he said against said lips before taking my mouth in a fierce kiss. I lifted my shaking hands and pushed his vest from his shoulders. When it was down to his elbows, I paused at my bold move. Wade lifted his head. I knew I was blushing brightly. I didn’t want him to think I wanted everything that night. I wasn’t ready for everything. But I also wanted him comfortable, wanted him on my bed to make out a bit more, and maybe reach second base. Light groping to a point we both released our loads sounded good to me, and I was happy to do that with our clothes on. Since his body was fit and mine was… well, mine, smaller in every way than what Wade was, I just knew—from living with Zion—that they were particular with their vests. They treated them with care, placed them down, didn’t throw or put them anywhere in jeopardy.
But how
