UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,15
open and step inside. She’s close behind me, I can feel her right at my back, almost feel her tits pressed against me, but she’s not quite touching me.
All I want to do is turn around, push her up against the door, and bury my dick inside of her. If my imagination is anything close to the real thing, being inside of her is going to be fucking amazing.
Flipping on the light, I don’t do what I want, I don’t fuck her. Instead, I face my nightmares head-on. Looking around the room, I’m surprised to see that it looks so much different than when I lived here as a kid.
There is no sofa, no television, there isn’t even a kitchen table. It’s all, just, empty. Making my way farther into the house, I can feel Leighton close behind, but she’s not too close, obviously feeling my mood on this situation.
Reaching for my old bedroom doorknob, I open it and turn the light on. This is a room that hasn’t changed. I don’t know why my brother didn’t throw all my shit out, but it’s here. Everything from high school, as if I’m just coming back from a day of class, is right here.
“Oh my God,” she whispers. “It looks exactly like I’ve pictured every teenage boy’s room looks,” she breathes.
Turning my head, I look back at her from over my shoulder. “That’s because it was mine.” I grin.
“Ever had a girl in here?” she asks.
I let out a low laugh as I walk farther into the room. “Not back then, not here,” I say.
It’s the truth. I fucked girls behind the school, fucked them later in the clubhouse, didn’t ever bring them home. But seeing her standing here, her blonde hair, her expensive as shit clothes. It does something to me. She does something to me. She doesn’t belong and yet, she doesn’t look completely out of place either.
“Now you have one here, what are you going to do with her?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Babe, you couldn’t handle what I want to do to you,” I murmur.
She takes a step toward me, then another until she’s pressed against me. “I think that I could handle you just fine, Mountain,” she breathes. “But I think you’re scared of me.”
“Scared?” I snort.
She hums. “Terrified.”
There’s a moment of silence as we watch one another. We don’t say anything. There are a million questions on the tip of my tongue. I don’t ask them, possibly afraid that I won’t like the answers. Lifting my hand, I cup her cheek as I look into her blue eyes.
“Babe, no.”
Leighton smiles but doesn’t argue with me anymore. Instead, she leans into my touch. “You have a million questions swimming in those sexy black eyes of yours, Mountain. Why don’t you just ask them?”
“That obvious?”
She hums, nodding her head.
“Not ready yet,” I say.
“Can I ask one?”
I grunt, jerking my chin, wondering what she could possibly ask me. “Go for it, babe.”
“Why did you kill my father?”
I blink, wondering if I should tell her the truth. What would be the point in lying though? Leaning down, I touch my forehead to hers.
“He bought young girls to sexually abuse and throw away, to hurt and discard like trash. I couldn’t just let that shit slide, we couldn’t let it slide. It ain’t right.”
I wait for her outrage, for her to call me a liar. I wait, but it doesn’t come. Instead, I feel her hands on the side of my neck and she applies pressure. I lift my head just enough to look down into her blue eyes. They aren’t angry, instead, she’s looking at me with wonderment.
“Thank you, Mountain.”
“Thank you?”
She smiles softly. “Thank you for doing that. I couldn’t quite tell if your group was good or bad.”
“Mostly bad,” I say, interrupting.
“It doesn’t matter. You did something good, and you saved me from what was about to become a nightmare.”
“Who says you won’t live in one of those here?”
She shakes her head, lifting to her toes and touches her lips to mine. “You already killed my nightmare, Mountain.”
Chapter Four
MOUNTAIN
As much as I want to throw her down on my childhood double-size bed and fuck her until all of our nightmares disappear, I know that I can’t, not yet. Soon though. I want to find out just how much she knows about her father, just how in the dark or not she is. I don’t know why it’s so important to me, but it is.