Dearest Biker MC The Complete Series Box Set Page 47
“Well, if you aren’t going to need makeup or clothes, you probably can concentrate on things like shampoo and soap. And food,” I said.
“You don’t need to buy me more food. I’m happy with what you have at the house,” she replied quickly.
“Don’t be silly. I want you to get your favorite things. You know you want it after being locked up for so long. Especially if you didn’t have money on your books. You know how good it would be to have a bag of chips sitting in the cupboard,” I replied.
She gave me a sly smile. I knew she was trying to mask her excitement, but it wasn’t working. She was dying to get some of the normalcy to her life back, and this was one of the ways to do it. If she could shower with her favorite shampoo, eat her favorite cereal, curl up on the couch with a bowl of her favorite chips – it would all be so normal.
So different than things had been for her over her time in prison.
And, I couldn’t help but wonder, if she had had such a rough childhood, was it possible this was the first time in her life she got to do such things?
“Do you mind if I get this?” she asked as she held up a bottle of shampoo. “And the conditioner that goes with it? It’s really the only thing that gets my hair from going frizzy.”
“Get whatever you want,” I told her. “We’re only starting here, and then we’re going to the grocery section.”
“You really don’t have to do this,” she said again.
“I want to,” I replied. “This is just as good for me as it is for you. I was working too much and really losing sight of anything I enjoyed in life. It’s good for me to take a break.”
She smiled again and walked ahead of me in the store. Brooke was clearly still nervous around people, and she darted in and out of the aisles like she was a nuisance. But, I followed dutifully along, nodding whenever she’d ask me if it was okay to get something.
It didn’t matter how many times I told her to get whatever she wanted. She’d always turn to me and ask with each new thing she picked up. Of course she could get the juice she wanted, or the cereal, or the crackers. It didn’t make any difference to me, and it cost hardly anything.
Hell, I would have spent three times as much for the same thing just to get her to smile like she was now. Each time she did, my heart melted and my knees went a little weak. I wanted to take her in my arms and hold her, I wanted to throw her over one of the tables and have my way with her.
There were so many things I wanted to do, but all I could do was show her how much I cared by getting her shampoo and boxes of cereal.
After we’d finished shopping and loaded everything into the truck, I was eager to get back to my place. I wanted to get her things not only unloaded from the bags, but I wanted to put them away in my bathroom and my cupboard. This might all be temporary, but I was going to make the most if it while it lasted.
“Hey, we didn’t get ice cream,” I said as we pulled out of the parking lot. I noticed the ice cream parlor on the corner, and it reminded me of the one thing she said she didn’t want to forget.
“Oh, yeah!” she said. “We can get it next time.”
“Or, we can stop and get it now,” I said with a smile as I pulled over against the curb. She grinned and stepped out of the truck, and the two of us headed across the street. There were dozens of flavors to choose from, and it wasn’t long before Brooke was overwhelmed with anxiety, trying to pick which one out of the mix.
“What if I get one then when I get home I wished I’d gotten something else?” she asked, the anxiety in her voice.
“Why not get both?” I suggested.
“Both?” She looked at me in surprise.
“Yeah. Get one of all the flavors you want to try. We’ll have plenty of ice cream to choose from, and it’ll be like our own parlor at my place,” I said with a grin. She smiled and there was a hint of a blush playing at the bottom of her cheeks.
I had to encourage her a few more times, but by the time we walked out of the parlor, my arms were loaded down with ten pints of different flavors. I had them balanced carefully, insisting on carrying them all myself. She had offered to help a couple times, but I wasn’t going to let her.
I was going to prove that I could do it on my own, so she held the door open for me as we walked out. Brooke laughed at the sight of me with all the ice cream in my arms, and I was glad. It was good to hear her laughing again, and I made a show of balancing it on our way back up the sidewalk.
She crossed the street in front of me, watching for traffic to make sure I didn’t walk out in front of someone. There was only a single car waiting, but they had a stop sign, so we were free to cross.
But then, the driver suddenly hit the gas, hard. Brooke was still in the middle of the street when he did so, and I watched in horror as he veered out of his lane enough to hit her. I didn’t care about the ice cream. Dropping it all, I ran and tackled her, pushing her out of the way of the speeding vehicle.
I rolled onto my back as we landed, Brooke sprawled out on top of me. The ice cream was in the street, but we were safely back on the sidewalk. The driver of the vehicle only stopped for a second, looking to see if he had managed to hit either of us.
He sped off before I had the chance to see his face or any identifying features. I didn’t even have the time to get the license plate number of the car before it rounded the corner and was gone. All I knew was that it was black, and it had tried to run Brooke down.
She was panting as she rose, looking confused. I put my arm on her shoulder and gave it a light squeeze before going to retrieve the ice cream. The danger had passed for the moment, but my mind was still spinning. I couldn’t believe there was someone out there to get her, and that they would go to such great lengths already to get rid of her.
Hell, who had she pissed off enough they wanted her dead? And how far would they go to make sure they accomplished what they were trying to do?
As I finished picking up the ice cream, I turned to see Brooke standing shakily where I’d left her.
I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew there was no way I’d be letting her out of my sight any time soon. That man tried to kill her, and I needed to figure out who it was and why they would.
All I knew now was my protective instinct had gone into hyper-drive.
10
Brooke
We rode along in silence. At least, I did. If Spencer said anything to me, I didn’t hear him. My ears were still ringing from what had just happened, and I was looking through tunnel vision.
Spencer had gone back into the street to get the ice cream, and it was now safely corralled in the back of the truck with the rest of the groceries. Meanwhile, my hands were still shaking on my lap, and my mind was still spinning.
I had nearly been killed – and it was deliberate. I didn’t know who it was who would do such a thing, but they clearly wanted me dead. I thought about what Tanya had said in prison. I was to get as far away from there as possible and not look back.
There had been the rumor that a guard was now out to get me, but I still didn’t understand why. Hanserd had gotten away with what he did to me, and I wasn’t going to tell anyone. Hell, Warden Park made it clear to me that if I did, he was going to make sure everyone believed them and not me.
So, I was trapped. Why kill me when there wasn’t any way for me to defend myself against them? It didn’t make sense, and the thought made me sick to my stomach.
But, it wasn’t just that that was bothering me. It was the fact that Spencer had thrown himself over me. He was on me in an instant, seeing what was happening before I did. He could have easily been struck and killed by the car. Hell, we both might have been killed.
I didn’t know what I’d have done if I had survived and he hadn’t. I would never have forgiven myself.
If he had died, it would have been my fault. The only person in the world who cared for me would be gone, and I would be alone. Not only that, but the man who was proving to me that not all m
en are as bad as Hanserd would be gone. It was sickening to even consider.
Spencer pulled up in front of his house and parked, but I still didn’t pay any attention to what he was really doing until he opened the passenger door and carried me into the house. I didn’t know if I’d even have the strength to stand on my own, and I was glad I didn’t have to try.
He laid me on the bed and held me for a second, letting me cling to him and pull him close. I didn’t want to ever let him go. I didn’t want to be alone, anywhere. I was sure this was the safest place in the world. I felt that as soon as we walked through the doors, but I still didn’t want to be alone.
“I’m going to bring in the groceries and put the ice cream in the freezer,” he said. “Wait right here, and I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”
I nodded. I still didn’t want him to leave, but I knew he had to get to the ice cream. I couldn’t let it go to waste after all that we’d gone through to get it. Though, I didn’t really want it anymore. The thought of both of us almost dying because of it was enough to make me never want to see ice cream again.
Sure, it had nothing to do with the treat itself, but if we hadn’t crossed the street, then there wouldn’t have been any way for that car to try to run me over – to try to run either one of us over.
The sound of Spencer bringing in groceries filled the air, and it helped me slightly. It brought me back to the moment a bit, and I started to feel a little better, though still shaky and nervous.
No one is going to hurt you here. You don’t have to give it another thought. Spencer is here, and he’s going to keep you safe. Don’t worry about what happened out there. Just worry about right here, and right now. You’re fine; really, you’re fine.
The words ran through my mind, but I wasn’t so sure. I didn’t feel fine. I felt like something terrible was going to happen, and it was just a matter of time before this life that I was trying to break in to was snuffed out right in front of me. Hell, if there was someone out to get me, I might not even make it long enough to really know what it was like to live again.
Spencer returned with a look of concern on his face. “Do you need anything? I’ve got the groceries put away, but I can bring you anything you need in here.”
I hesitated. There was one thing I needed, but I wasn’t sure how to ask. I didn’t want anything that he bought. I didn’t want anything that was in the house. All I wanted was him.
“Can you…” I asked, then faltered.
“What?” he prompted.
“Can you hold me?” I finally blurted out.
He smiled and eased himself onto the bed, taking me in his arms once more. I felt so safe when he held me. Like nothing in the world would be able to touch me. But, there was something more. I felt his heartbeat against mine, and I felt connected.
There were so many emotions running through me, I didn’t know how to handle any of them. So, I just did the one thing that came naturally. I started to kiss him.
At first, Spencer pulled back. But, I couldn’t help myself. He was so hot, and I knew he was attracted to me, as well. I felt so safe with him, and I wanted to have sex. I wasn’t going to push too hard, but I had to ask.
“Please,” I breathed.
It was all I needed to say to get him to give in to his temptation. I knew he wanted me. He was already so hard in his jeans. There was a heat in his eyes and a tension in his body. There was a need there that I also felt. One we both knew we wanted to give in to.
He started kissing me back, with far more passion than I had the boldness to show. I nibbled at his lip, letting my tongue tease him along the way. Our hands were all over each other. Pulling clothes off, letting them fall to the floor.
I was grateful to Vanessa once more for picking out the lingerie she had. I had felt so good that morning putting the royal blue back on, and by the shocked look on Spencer’s face, I knew I looked good. He pulled my panties off, but left the bra in place, letting my golden hair fall over the blue in ringlets.
He pulled his pants off, and I helped with the boxers. Then, I took him in my hand and stroked him. I was caught up in the heat of the moment, all the nerves running out of me as I felt my confidence returning.
It wasn’t going to last, but I was always very confident in bed. I knew what I wanted, and I knew what felt good. I wasn’t afraid to give it any more than I was afraid to ask for it.
I stroked his cock for a moment, feeling how thick and hard it was. Full of veins, enough to send chills to the very core of my being. It had been so long since I’d been with a man I wanted to be with, I needed this. I needed it to wash away all the pain that I felt from what happened. From before.
Spencer took his dick and pressed the head of it against my pussy. I closed my eyes, shuddering with anticipation of the moment. I gasped as he pushed himself inside me, feeling every bit of him. He filled me more than anyone I’d ever been with before, and at once, I knew that this had been the right thing to do.
He pushed himself all the way inside me, and then drew himself out. Again and again, his full length. I gasped, moaned, and cried out with pleasure. I writhed on the bed underneath him, taking him fully then letting him pull out of me once more.
Again and again, in and out, in and out. It was the best sex I’d ever had. All I could think about was the moment – what we were doing right now. How good it felt. Nothing else mattered. Not prison, not what I’d gone through, not what happened at the ice cream parlor. None of it.
Right now, it was just me and Spencer – the only two people in the entire world, making the most of each other’s bodies. He pushed into me once more, this time holding himself there. It was exactly the moment I needed to be pushed into climax, and the release that ran through the core of my being was just what I’d been missing for the past year.
It was at the exact same time he also finished, sending his load deep inside my wet pussy. We held each other close, letting the pleasure run through the very core of our being. The moment was slow to fade, but for me, it still didn’t last nearly long enough.
I could have lain in his arms forever, letting him continue to hold me, to make me his own. I never wanted to let him go, never wanted any of this to end. I didn’t want to face the world outside, and I really didn’t want to think about what tomorrow would bring.
Spencer pulled out of me and held me, letting my cuddle against him. I felt so safe, even now. Perhaps even safer than before. Now that we’d had each other, I felt that I knew him on a whole new level. I felt we had connected even deeper than before, and I didn’t want it to ever end.
I closed my eyes, laying my head on his chest. Such a broad, strong chest. It was all that I’d imagined it would be, and more. His tattoos were incredible, his body magnificent. I couldn’t believe I had been lucky enough to have him for myself, and I wished – hell, I pretended that he was truly mine.
The bliss of sleep slowly started to take over, and I didn’t want to fight it. I wanted the afternoon to fade way. The trauma of what I’d been through. I’d slept a lot when I was in prison. It helped pass time, and it kept the trauma at bay.
I’d hoped things were going to be different when I got out, but it seemed I wasn’t to be so lucky. There was just as much trauma out here, if not more. I still had to watch over my shoulder, and I still had to be careful where I went or who I trusted.
But with Spencer around me, I knew I was safe for the moment. I could get some sleep and not have to worry about anyone doing anything to me. I could rest and figure out the next step later.
This wasn’t easy. Hell, getting out of prison was even harder than going in, in some ways. But, with Spencer, I knew I could manage. It was just a matter of taking things one day at a time.
One day at a time.
11
Spencer
I stroked Brooke’s hair as she lay on my chest, holding her in one arm as I had the other behind my head. I couldn’t believe the sex we’d just had. It was incredible. Indescrib
able, even. I couldn’t believe her technique, how tight she was, how wet she was.
Everything about her had been a turn on. The way she moved, the way she smelled. The way she writhed on the bed under my touch. It was intense. Hell, the sight of her alone could have been enough to make me blow my load. But, I wanted to pleasure her. I wanted her to know she was safe and how good it felt to be with someone again.
Though I could imagine, I didn’t know exactly what Roscoe meant when he said that a guard had gotten handsy with her, but I figured that was the last time a man had touched her. I didn’t want her to have that memory. She deserved so much better than that, and I was going to give it to her.
She was clearly very attracted to me. More attracted than anyone I’d ever seen. The way she looked at my body made me feel powerful. I felt on top of the world when she touched me. I was the king of the universe when she put her hands on my cock.
Pushing myself inside her, listening to the gasps and moans – it had been the best sex of my life.
And, I refused to have even a second of regret now. I didn’t want to think that we’d made a mistake, and I wasn’t going to let my mind go in that direction. I wasn’t going to even think that it might not have been the right thing to do.
Hell, she was the one who not only pushed for it, she practically begged. She wanted me, and I wanted her. It had been the right time, and I felt she was now satisfied. She was asleep in my arms, the rise and fall of her chest magnificent in her bra.
I looked at the clock and sighed. It was time to get dinner started, and though I didn’t want to leave her, I knew I must. I wanted there to be food on the table when she woke. It had been such a trying past couple of days for her, there was no doubt in my mind she was going to need her strength.
I eased myself off the bed and grabbed my clothes, heading for the living room to get dressed. My mind drifted back to the car and what happened in the street. I wished I knew who she’d pissed off so badly and why they wanted her dead. It would be a lot easier for me to deal with the situation if I knew what I was dealing with.