I dropped my keys and handbag on the rickety table where Trish and I always kept these items out of habit and headed into the kitchen for a drink. My shift at work was so goddamn uneventful it was prompting the urge for excitement and release – neither of which was happening without Bodie since he was busy with club stuff or whatever those bikers did all day long.
Hell if I knew.
That was one of the things I missed the most since all the shit that went down in recent months. My job at the bar with Trish was fun. We danced, laughed, drank, and had a good time together as well as with the customers. She was my best friend and with her gone, I had yet to find another girl that completed me the way she did. Trish and I were cut from the same cloth. Two slightly broken souls trying to find our way in the world who shared a love for bad boys, makeup, and hard rock music.
Sighing, I wished for the hundredth time that my bestie hadn’t taken off and left Tonopah. Couldn’t say that I blamed her. The situation had been shitty and being kidnapped had a way of screwing with your head. I was stupid enough to stick around and that had everything to do with a certain tattooed biker who stole my heart with his cocky smile and confident swagger.
Opening the fridge, I scanned the contents and found only bottles of booze. It was tempting to pop off the top of a beer or mix a quick cocktail, but it wasn’t what I really wanted. Alcohol only masked the real issue, the horrid memories of the things I’d been forced to see and endure. The worst was knowing that all the shit from my past wasn’t really my fault. The blame lay with my twin and I couldn’t even be mad at her because she wasn’t here anymore.
Suraya was dead.
Fuck.
That still hurt to think about. Probably always would. Blinking back tears, I shut the fridge and refused to dull my pain by drinking my life away. It would have been so easy to do it but I’d seen how drugs and alcohol fucked with people and ruined their lives. Suraya had gotten caught up in that trap for a brief time and I wasn’t stupid enough to follow in her footsteps no matter how tempting it might be to escape reality.
I drank but I knew my limit. Sighing, I walked away and downed a quick glass of water instead.
My phone vibrated in my pocket and I tugged the device free of my jeans. Bodie’s name flashed across the screen and I couldn’t resist a smile. Swiping across with my thumb, I answered in what I hoped was a cheerful tone.
“Hey sexy.”
“Baby, what’s the matter?”
How could he tell with two words how I felt?
“Eh, just bored. Work was painful.”
He gave a short laugh. “That slow, huh?”
He had no idea. I was a receptionist for a dental office and the morning had consisted of few appointment or interactions, even with the other staff. My only real friend was Gina and she had been preoccupied all morning with stocking supplies, organizing charts, and helping with other small tasks.
“You could say that.”
“Why don’t you quit? Told you there wasn’t a need to work.”
I wasn’t living off Bodie or his money. “Not that again,” I teased.
“You’re forgetting how much I love to spoil you,” he rasped, “Kind of like the way my dick can’t wait to be buried in your sweet pussy.”
My breath hitched, instant desire spiking in my girly bits down below. Oh, that wicked biker. He knew exactly what his dirty words did to me. “Is that how you spoil me? I thought it was that talented tongue of yours.”
“Talented tongue and mouth, that’s all you, baby. My cock is fuckin’ hard just thinking of your lips wrapped around me.”
“Now you did it,” I purred into the phone.
“Did what? Got you wet for me? Exactly how I like it. Playing with that sensitive clit yet?”
“Maybe.”
“Take off those tight ass jeans and prove it.” Excitement flared in his tone and I knew he was turned on.
“Bodie,” I moaned, tempted to get myself off over the phone. My man knew how to bring me pleasure even without his cock, fingers, or mouth.
Pure erotic sin.
He did things to me no man ever had. And that beard . . .
Damn. I could come just from the thought of those whiskers tickling my inner thighs.
There was a scuffle and then I heard a couple of the guys in the background. I missed Bodie’s reply because it sounded like he hit mute. Sudden silence wiped out any other noise, but it didn’t last long.
“Gotta run, baby.” His words were blurted in a rush. Something was up. He’d only tell me it was club business if I asked and he would be right. I had enough worries without adding more on top of my own.
“Okay.”
“We’re gonna pick this up later, yeah?”
“Yes, we will.”
“Might be in late. Want you naked in our bed when I get there.”
Our bed. Our room. I loved it that he always made a point to say that.
“So demanding,” I complained with a laugh.
“Sasha?”
His tone lost the playfulness and became serious. “Stay at the Crossroads. You on your way?”
“I can be.”
“Do it. Need you there. It’s important.”
“Alright.”
“See you soon, baby.”
He hung up and I tried not to dwell on his words. Sometimes Bodie was cryptic but I knew he was limited on what he could share because of the club. I didn’t fault him for his secrecy. I knew who he was when we met. No delusions there.
I kind of loved the fact that he protected me from the worst of it, especially since the kidnapping. In the last two months I’d finally gotten to a place
