The room was pitch black when Nikki crawled under the covers. Not even the moon crept through the slats in the closed blinds. There was a storm coming, and the wind howled around the perimeter of the building. I'd always loved the sounds of violent rain and the forces of nature reminding the world that they controlled us, not the other way around. Nikki, however, did not appear to find the same comfort in the deluge that I did. At first, I thought she might be cold after just getting out of the shower. She hadn't dried her hair, and I didn't keep my apartment all that warm-more like a meat locker-but even after a few minutes under the blankets, she still trembled like a leaf. Closing the distance between us, I brushed my fingers against hers. She nearly came undone when she flinched. I quickly retreated and propped myself up. Without any light, it was difficult to make out her facial features much less her expression, but I didn't miss the way she jerked with hiccupping sobs.
When she pulled back a fraction, I sighed, sad to let her go. But she didn't pull free. No, in fact, all she did was create enough room to explore my chest and shoulders with her fingers. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to absorb her touch, and I basked in the swell of my heart. Every stroke of her nails was like a shot of scotch that warmed its way down my throat and then coated my stomach in relaxed bliss. With each caress, Nikki became more brazen. Her hand dipped a bit lower on my abdomen or inched a tad higher on my jaw. I itched to have her, to take her and claim her. I didn't know a damn thing about the girl, but she'd eaten a hole into my heart and then waltzed right into it and set up shop, made it her home. That shit was dangerous, but I'd be damned if I didn't want it all the same. I stilled to keep her from meeting my growing erection, but if she kept up this pattern of delicious torture, there would be nothing I could do to spare her the introduction. Basketball sho
"Babe..."Her eyes shot up and met mine. Either she'd been stunned into silence or hadn't recognized the term of endearment. I couldn't be sure of which, but the surprise in her widened eyes was adorably fuckable."Maybe you missed the baseball bat wedged between your legs, but I think it's safe to say, I'm incredibly turned on. And if I weren't interested, there'd be a limp noodle, not a sledgehammer...if you get my drift."Nikki sucked her lips between her teeth and nodded. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply, and her tight nipples peaked through her tank top to tickle my chest. Fuck she was sexy, and she still had on all her clothes."I'm not going to rush you or even push you on this, but if you need a little encouragement, I'm fully supportive of anything you might like to do to use my body...you know, for your own gratification." I winked, and she turned a fiery shade of crimson. The color seeped from her cheeks down her elongated neck and fanned out onto her che
I gasped, sitting straight up in bed. My heart hammered against my sternum, and it took me a minute to realize I wasn't at home nor in any danger. At least not immediate, imminent danger. Clutching my chest, I took several ragged breaths in an attempt to calm my racing pulse."Babe?" Ryker sat up next to me, clearly concerned by my sudden burst of panic. "What's wrong?"The sun hadn't begun to rise, leaving the room as dark as Egypt. I wanted nothing more than to turn on the overhead light to soothe my erratic soul, but I was being irrational. I knew that, yet I couldn't stop the feeling of impending doom. His arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and he hauled me into his lap between his legs. "Talk to me." The husky rattle of his voice should have scared me, but I relaxed into his embrace instead. The rise of his chest against my back began to soothe my trepidation.I shook my head and cradled his arms in mine. "Just a bad dream." One that felt as real as his touch.
The immediate sense of loss I felt when he pulled out and rolled onto his back hit me in the gut like a power punch thrown by a professional boxer. I refused to let my heart get involved. After tonight, I'd go home, back to the slum of an apartment I shared with Ma. If I was lucky, I wouldn't have to spend any more nights getting naked at Swank, but I wasn't even assured of that. This wasn't a fairytale, and Ryker didn't have on armor. His trusty steed was a black Harley, but the last time I checked, tattoos didn't repel bullets. Our worlds hadn't changed just because we'd gotten naked. We'd fucked. Twice. That was it. Ryker wasn't looking for a relationship, and I didn't need to be. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and when my feet hit the floor, I took off like my ass was on fire. The last thing I needed was to have an emotional breakdown after sex in Ryker's bed. And the only place in this damn apartment to hide was the shower, which was exactly where I la
Ryker's apartment brought new meaning to the word boredom. There was nothing, I mean nothing, to do. No TV, no magazines, no books. Just me and my cell phone after I cleaned up the two dishes I'd used. The man was the epitome of a minimalist, and with nothing in the apartment, being a neat freak didn't take a lot of effort, either. I'd entertained myself on my phone for as long as humanly possible and started to get restless. When I glanced at the time, I groaned. It was barely eleven in the morning, and I still had seven hours to fill before Ryker came to relieve me. With nothing to do other than cook and eat, I went back to the kitchen to see what I could rustle up for lunch. I didn't know how I'd missed them before, but there on the counter, like a glowing, neon sign, gleamed a set of shiny, silver keys. I made my way across the living room and peeked out the blinds into the parking lot, praying I didn't see a Harley in front of the building. To my chagrin, the bike was gone, and
I pulled my key from my pocket and stuck it in the deadbolt. The turn was ominous, and I expected something dramatic on the other side. But when it opened, the place had been picked up and restored to as much normalcy as one could expect after the hurricane that had blown through here two days ago. I had a difficult time wrapping my head around the fact that I'd only been in Ryker's care since Friday. The door shut behind me with a click, the weight of the metal closing it on its own. "Ma?" I called out, although I could tell she wasn't here. The television wasn't on, the lights were all dark, and the place was still. "Ma?" I tried again as I moved through the living room and then down the hall.Everything had been put back in its place, which surprised me. Ma wasn't the greatest of housekeepers. That and the cooking always fell to me. She tried, but when she worked more than one job, she was tired when she came home. I didn't mind helping out then. She'd even picked up my room an
When five o'clock rolled around and I hadn't heard from Nikki, I tried to call her to see if she wanted me to pick up something for dinner or if she wanted to go out. I wasn't in the mood to cook. By the time I got home and showered, I'd have no desire to spend another hour working in the kitchen. It'd been a long day with more shit to show up in the shop than I cared to work on, and I just wanted to unwind before we met up with Jesse. When she didn't answer, I assumed she'd gotten bored and fallen asleep. I should have known better. I came around the corner in my complex and immediately noticed the empty spot where the SUV sat this morning when I had left. I shouted a string of expletives that couldn't be heard over the roar of my bike, but they made me feel better just the same. One day. One fucking day. I asked her to sit tight, not do anything stupid for one goddamn day, and she couldn't follow that simple request. I ripped the helmet from my head after putting down the kicks