Addictive (Houston Defiance MC #2) - K.E. Osborn Page 0,15
almost choke on the word, “… t-there?”
His hand grips mine, and that fucking spark I always get when he touches me slams against my skin, reverberating all the way up into my chest. My breath catches as he stares into mine with so much positivity it’s stifling. “I’ll make sure wherever Zero ends up, we have someone who looks out for him. Trust me, Prinie, I won’t let anything happen to him in lockup.”
“He’s going away for a while, isn’t he?”
He tightens his hand in mine, and our fingers entwined. “Not if I can help it.”
Clenching my eyes shut, I rub my temple feeling a migraine coming on.
This is all too much.
Wraith’s arm loops around me giving me comfort I didn’t know I would ever get from him again. “C’mon, let’s get you to your room. You need to rest while I go deal with the fallout.”
Opening my eyes, they’re glassy with unshed tears. I wish I was stronger than this. But this club, all it does is undo me.
Wraith helps me stand, and we start the walk down the hall to my room. His arm is still wrapped around me, it’s like our chat about staying away from each other is now somehow null and void. He’s taking care of me, and right now, I wouldn’t want anyone else to be in his place.
When we reach my door, he opens it, walking us in. My head pounds like a barrage of giants are stomping on my skull. Wraith edges me over to my bed, sitting me down. He’s not being his usual broody, domineering self, right now as he squats at my bedside. His hands slide along my calves as he pulls off my boots for me. There’s nothing sexual about the way he’s doing it, he’s simply being attentive and caring. A side you rarely see from the brute of a man.
He pulls one boot off, then the other. His large hands move back in taking my foot in his hands, pressing in the under soles. I clench my eyes shut enjoying his strong touch and the power he holds over me. His fingers slide between my toes, pressing in the valley between my big and second toe.
What is he doing?
Suddenly, my headache starts to ease.
Not a lot, just slightly.
Relief washes over me as tension leaves my body. Wraith has so many layers to him I want to unwrap. Knowing how to ease a headache with just a simple touch should surprise me, but honestly, it doesn’t. I’ve learned not to be surprised by Wraith anymore. Because every time I think I have him worked out, another facet of him appears, shocking me.
“I forgot how much I love your hands on me,” I mumble before I can stop myself.
His hands halt their movements instantly, and my eyes shoot open.
His eyes are darker, hooded, more intense.
I know that look.
His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he slowly let’s go of me. “You need to rest. Why don’t you lay back, have a nap? I’ll come get you when I know more.”
I want to be out there helping. Even though his magic hands helped some with my headache, it’s still not gone completely. I know I need to take a moment to be with my own thoughts. I scoot up the bed, lying down and cuddle into the pillow. With gentleness, he pulls up the blanket, laying it over me as I reach out grabbing his hand.
He halts his movements.
“Wraith?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you. Thanks for coming to find me.”
“No matter what kind of fucked-up situation we’re in, Prinie… biker wars, your brother denying us, him going to jail, no matter what… in the end, I’ll always find you.” His hand detaches from mine, then he swipes a stray strand of hair away from my face. I move to press my cheek into his palm, but as quickly as his hand is there, he takes it away, turning for the door without saying another word.
I get it.
Zero made it crystal clear neither of us could act on the way we feel. Honestly, the way we were both behaving at the time I wasn’t sure about the way he felt, but now—now I think I do.
Wraith still cares about me just like I care about him.
So where does that leave us?
With quick steps, he walks out my door, closing it softly behind him. Wraith may have left the room, but his presence lingers. His touch. His smell. He’s everywhere, and there’s one thing