Bad For You - Sherilee Gray Page 0,48

exhilarated—then so turned on I thought I’d die if he didn’t touch me. If I didn’t touch him.

The way he went after that guy last night should have scared me. Instead it made me feel safe. Did that make me a bad person? Maybe? I didn’t know anymore. What I wanted, how I felt, and what my parents had drummed into me nearly all my life were at complete odds.

Logically, I knew I’d done nothing wrong. A twenty-three-year-old woman going to a party with a man she was dating was absolutely normal. Sex with someone you cared about was a healthy, and yes, normal thing to do.

Yet, my parents were here, the echoes of their anger and disgust, ringing in my mind, trying to steal my joy.

I didn’t want them here with me.

Then shut them out.

I did.

And I slammed the door.

I was exactly where I wanted to be.

Jesse was stretched out on his back and I was tucked into his side. I lifted to my elbow and looked down at him. His dark blond hair had grown out a bit and was starting to curl at the ends. His thick lashes rested against his tanned skin, hiding the most exquisite green eyes I’d ever seen.

The covers were low, and I took my time looking at his body, lean and strong, admiring all the tattoos covering his skin. He was a walking canvas from his throat all the way down to his feet. So much going on it would take weeks for me to see everything. I wanted the chance to do that.

I wanted to get to know Jesse, all of him.

My gaze slid up to his cheek, the bruise marring his perfection. How had he gotten it? Was it a fight like last night or something else? He was right, his world wasn’t like mine, and honestly, I didn’t know where I would fit into it, or if I even could. But I wanted to try. I wanted to make this work.

I slid my finger over the bruise, leaned in, and kissed it.

His arm curled around me, pulling me down, and his mouth went to my ear. “I was scared last night hadn’t actually happened.”

His voice was gritty, sexy, and I shivered against him.

“It definitely happened.”

He growled and nipped my earlobe, making me squeal, then grabbed my hand, pushing it under the covers and onto his cock. “Dreamed I was eating your pussy all night. This is your fault.”

I laughed and gave him a squeeze. “I’m not sure that’s how it works.”

“It does now,” he said and cupped my face, looking up at me, giving me that devastating grin of his. “Morning, Bambi.”

“Morning, Jesse,” I said, grinning back.

He tucked my hair behind my ear. “How do you look even more beautiful in the morning?”

My face heated. “I know how I look in the morning. You need your eyes checked.”

He tapped my nose. “Shut it, baby. You’re fucking hot like this. You’re always hot.”

“Shut it?”

“Yep. Now, I gotta get to Rocktown early, so we need to be efficient. Option one: You stroke my dick and I finger your pussy. Option two: Sixty-nine. Option three: Hard and fast fuck.” He gave my butt a squeeze. “Lady’s choice.”

My face heated and a pulse between my thighs started instantly. How was that possible? How was it he could turn me on so easily? “Um…”

Someone banged on the door. “Riff! Stones wants to see you. Now.”

Jesse stiffened and growled.

He did not look happy.

“Everything okay?” I asked, snuggling closer.

He let out a long breath. “Yeah.” He kissed me hard and fast and rolled out of bed. “Sorry, babe.”

I frowned. “You’re going, now?”

My gaze moved over his gorgeous naked body as he scooped up his jeans and tugged them on. “Promise I’ll make it up to you.” His gaze darkened. “Won’t be long, then we’ll head home.”

I didn’t know how motorcycle clubs worked, but obviously when the president called, you went, even if you were in bed with your girlfriend. “Okay.”

He shoved his feet in his boots and came back. He put a hand to the bed, leaned in, kissed me again, then sauntered out shirtless.

I felt weird just lying here and quickly got up and dressed. I was pulling on my boots when the door opened. I turned, expecting Jesse, but it was Sofia.

His sister-in-law who’d tried to get between Jesse and me.

She smiled. “Riff told me to come keep you company. I think he’s scared you’ll leave this room and walk into something that might