Rainbow (Ruthless Kings MC Baton Rouge #1) - K.L. Savage Page 0,29
I need to get ready for work,” I argue. “I have a shift.”
“No one is getting on these roads right now. But, unfortunately, if anything happens, people will need to wait until the worst of it has passed, and at this rate, it will take a while. Hurricane Jeffrey isn’t here yet, but it’s creeping up close.”
“I need to call Captain Warwick and tell him.”
“I did already. You don’t have to worry about that. He knows. No one is at the station right now anyway.”
“How can we save people if we aren’t there when they need saving? We need to go.”
“If we don’t stay alive, no one will be there to save them afterward. We have to take care of ourselves too. Drink your coffee.”
“You’re bossy. I don’t know if I like that.” I do as he says and drink my coffee like a good boy who knows how to follow instructions. I want to not drink it on principle and stubbornness, but it’s too good to waste.
“You love it.” He shoves the last bit of pancake in my mouth. “Now, tell me what happened and who I need to kill for touching you like this.” He does the thing again—the thing where he brushes his rough, scarred knuckles against my cheek. It has my heart fluttering in all the right places that I know will lead me to make the wrong decision.
And breaking all my mother fucking rules. Ugh! Damn him.
“Why do you care?” I ask skeptically, sinking down into the bed until half of my back is supported by the pillow and the headboard. “I mean, I don’t get you. I get it. You’re accepting and so is your club, but this has got to be some sort of trick. A straight guy doesn’t pursue a very openly gay guy so hard with reservations.”
“I had reservations for about ten minutes. What I hated most was letting you leave this clubhouse that first day without asking for your phone number, but I didn’t know how to ask a guy out, so I chickened out.”
“This can’t be real.” I rub my right temple with my fingers, which are still warm from being pressed against the mug.
“Why can’t you just accept it?”
“Because things like this don’t happen. I know how this story is written. You get curious, I give in to you—” the thought of giving in to him has my breathing coming out in unstable stutters “—and you get what you want. You satisfy your urge, but the reality of being with a man day in and day out, holding hands out in public, kissing me, that’s a whole different ballgame. I really love your acceptance, Rainbow, but I can’t believe it. Life doesn’t work like that.”
“I never once asked or expect you to be a secret. Nothing can grow like that.”
“Ugh, stop saying all the right things.”
“Why?”
“Because I have rules to follow and you… just stop it.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. I’m not going to stop.” He drags the tray off my lap and sets it on the floor to the side of the bed. “You want to be kissed in public. You want all the things that you shouldn’t have to ask for. You’ve gotten so used to accepting horrible situations because they’ve all been the same. Let me tell you something, I’m not them, and I’m not the story you think you know. I’m better than them. Better than they will ever be.” He snatches the coffee out of my hand and places it on the nightstand just as the wind gusts, bulleting the rain against his bedroom window.
He stands and takes my hand, lifting me off the bed. I hold back a wince, but he sees my pain, and the storms in his eyes match the chaos outside.
“What are you doing?” I follow him out of the bedroom and try to take my hand from his, but his fingers curl tighter.
He makes trying to deny him so much harder when he’s fighting for me. I’ve never had anyone fight for me before. A man could get used to it.
Double damn him.
My feet patter against the smooth concrete floor that seems to be epoxied with a gorgeous marble pattern. Shiny too.
“Hey, you’re blocking the TV, and considering we might not have power soon, that’s a big deal.” A big burly biker with muscles larger than my head complains. I don’t know his name.
“You heard the nice biker. Let’s go,” I whisper, trying to drag him to the bedroom again.