Fanning the Biker's Flame - Piper Davenport Page 0,18
I just got out of a really seriously fucked up relationship. We were together for three years, we lived together for two, then he cheated, and quite honestly, I should have left him earlier, but I was tired. He wore me the fuck down, so I just had no fight in me. His affair was a relief because I finally had a legitimate reason to dump his ass.”
“But he’s still callin’ you.”
“I block him, he just gets a new phone, and I block him again. It’s a dance we do. He’s a pain in the ass, and he left me with some baggage that may or may not get unpacked in the next lifetime, so I figured you should know.”
Shadow grinned.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Because you’re fuckin’ adorable when you’re melting down.”
“This ain’t no meltdown, bud. You gotta earn the right to see that.”
“Yeah? And how do I earn it?”
“Time.” I patted his chest. “So much time.”
He dropped his head back and laughed before kissing me. “Challenge accepted.”
“Sucker.”
He kissed me again and we finished putting away the rest of the groceries. Once we were done, he grabbed a couple of beers and pulled me onto the sofa beside him.
“My sister had a bad date.”
I frowned. “That was the emergency?”
“No. The emergency was the asshole trying to rape her in her apartment.”
I gasped. “Holy crap, seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you deal with him?”
“Fuck yeah I did.”
I squeezed his thigh. “Good.”
“So did she.”
“She did?”
“Yeah. Direct shot with her knee to his dick.”
“Good for her.” I bit my lip. “Still, that must have been terrifying.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“One of my biggest fears.”
“Understandable.”
I turned to face him. “Then, why aren’t you with her?”
“She’s at the club, tucked into my bed, and protected by thirty or so bikers. I waited until she was asleep before I hit the store.”
“Was she okay with you leaving?”
“She told me if I didn’t leave, she’d never speak to me again. And I had to think about it for a minute.” I pushed his thigh with my foot, and he laughed.
“Are you always that mean to her?”
“I plead the fifth.”
“She was really okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, she was really okay,” he assured. “What else are you afraid of?”
“Heights, small spaces, spiders. I think all the normal things.” I cocked my head. “You?”
“Mine are more fears of the emotional kind. My sister hurt. One of my brothers, that type of thing, but nothing physical.”
“I suppose that makes you a good firefighter.”
“Not sure about that, but it makes the job easier for me.” He squeezed my calf and it felt so good I practically purred. He raised an eyebrow. “You sore?”
“A little, yeah.”
“You got lotion?”
I let out a quiet gasp. “Are you going to rub my feet?”
“Well I’m not asking so I can fuck your ass… yet.”
I snorted out a laugh.
He removed his hands. “Unless you don’t want a ma—”
I scrambled off the sofa. “I’ve got the real stuff. Be right back.”
I rushed into my bathroom and grabbed my massage oil, changing into a pair of shorts before heading back to the living room.
Shadow walked out of my kitchen, another beer in his hand, and he grinned. “You got gorgeous legs, baby.”
I bit my lip. “Are they going to distract you from your task?”
“Never given anyone a massage, Posey, but I figure you can guide me. And I don’t know whether or not your fuckin’ killer legs’ll distract me, but I’m willin’ to give it a shot.”
I raised the bottle of oil slightly, the air whooshing when the towel I’d brought waved with my motion. “I’m willing to let you, because it’s been an age since anyone’s done that for me.”
“You gotta practice self-care,” he bossed, taking the oil from me and flopping back on the sofa. He removed the rings he wore, and laid the towel over his legs, then patted the cushion beside him.
I settled myself on my back, sliding my legs over his thighs… and that’s when the magic began. Good god, his hands were like heaven.
But he suddenly stopped, and I leaned up on my elbows. His eyes were closed, and he was taking long, slow breaths. “You’re done already?”
“You keep makin’ those noises, honey, and I’m not gonna be able to contain myself.”
I sighed, flopping back onto the sofa. “Sorry. You’re just really good.”
“I’m good at other things as well,” he informed me. “But I’d like to finish this first so you can handle the exercise I’m gonna put you through later.”
I shivered, closing my eyes and forcing myself not to squeak.
Or moan.
Or