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Sylvie packedthe few clothes she’d brought with her into her backpack, as Chelsea busied herself in the kitchen, brewing a fresh pot of coffee for them to share while they waited for Gator to arrive. The rich aroma filled the air, offering a sense of normalcy amidst the tension that was in the air.
Gator didn’t immediately drive up to Chelsea’s house when he turned onto her street. Instead, he stopped to scan the area for anyone who might be casing the place. From what Bruno had told him, he half-expected to see someone keeping an eye on the house, but there was no one out of the ordinary...just locals going about their daily routines. If the cops were there, they were doing a fine job of remaining inconspicuous.
He idled his bike for the last hundred yards to Chelsea’s house, and as he stood by the door, he continued scanning the street outside. He knew that every moment they spent in the open increased the risk of them being spotted by someone other than the cops. Sylvie appeared at the door with Chelsea beside her, and Gator felt his heart skip a beat when she smiled. She looked gorgeous in the light of the day, her hair like soft, warm flames dancing in the sunlight.
The drive to Gator’s place was tense, with both of them lost in their thoughts. Gator couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched, while Sylvie wrestled with the reality that her life had been upended so suddenly.
Gator didn’t drive directly back to his house, instead weaving through backstreets until he was sure no one had followed them. He had asked Bruno if he knew where he lived, and his friend hadn’t known, so he hoped whoever had killed Marvin wouldn’t know either.
* * *
When they arrivedat Gator’s house, he wasted no time in carrying out his security routine, ensuring that the doors were locked, and the windows secured. He showed Sylvie to the guest room, ensuring she had everything she needed to feel comfortable. The room exuded a cozy and welcoming atmosphere, with a plush bed and modern furniture. However, there were no telltale signs that a woman had contributed to the decor.
Sylvie hadn’t even considered until that moment whether Gator had a partner. It struck her as odd that such an attractive biker would still be single. A flicker of concern crossed her mind, as she worried about the possibility of discovering he had someone in his life, rendering the feelings she was beginning to harbor for him futile.
Sylvie’s thoughts raced, a whirlwind of emotions and uncertainties. Yet, among them all, her emotional and physical connection to Gator stood out, so dominant that she momentarily forgot about the tragic events surrounding Marvin. The allure of this mysterious man, coupled with the sudden chaos in her life, had her feelings precariously balanced on the edge, with unanswered questions lingering in the air.
* * *
Sylvie laydown on the bed, her body sinking into the soft mattress. The exhaustion from the emotional rollercoaster she had been on took its toll, and before she knew it, darkness enveloped the room. She had no idea how long she had been asleep, but as she awoke, she realized just how drained she had been. Rubbing her eyes to dispel the remnants of sleep, she pushed herself up and opened the door to her room.
The sight before her was both touching and surprising. Gator had stretched out on the living room couch, just outside her door, a thin sheet covering him. It was apparent that he wanted to be nearby in case she needed him. On the coffee table, two boxes of pizza and an empty beer bottle stood as evidence of a missed meal. It seemed that Gator had ordered takeout for both of them, but she had slept through it all, and eventually, he too had succumbed to slumber.
The dim lighting cast a warm glow on the room, casting shadows that danced on the walls. The house was quiet, with only the soft sound of Gator’s steady breathing punctuating the silence. A wave of gratitude washed over her, as she realized that in her most vulnerable state, Gator had been the one to protect her.
Sylvie hesitated for a moment, taking in the scene and feeling a mixture of appreciation and concern. She knew that Gator was putting himself at risk for her sake, and she couldn’t help but feel a growing attachment to this man who had entered her life, again so unexpectedly, after all these years.
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Sylvie’s gazelingered on Gator, the early light accentuating the shape of his body beneath the thin sheet. A strong desire welled up within her, fueled by memories of their previous passionate encounter.
She knew it wasn’t right to disturb him, but the magnetic pull was irresistible. Gator, sleeping so peacefully, was oblivious to her presence and the potent feelings that surged through her. All she craved was to reach out and experience his touch, to bask in his strength and warmth.
With a gentle hand, she lifted the sheet, unveiling him to her eager eyes. Her lip caught between her teeth as a thrill ran through her at the sight of his powerful body. His chest rose and fell with each breath, the muscles of his arms and shoulders looked like they’d been chiseled out of granite.
As the tension hung in the air, she held her breath and struggled to keep her composure, delicately balancing her desire with her restraint.
She allowed her eyes to wander downwards, and her breath caught in her throat as she saw the shape of his huge cock, erect inside his boxers.
Was he dreaming of her? She could feel her own desire growing, and she longed to reach out and touch him, to feel his skin against her own. She wanted to explore his body with her hands and her mouth, to feel every inch of him and to make him hers.
Slowly, she reached out, her hand trembling as she touched him. He stirred, and she drew her hand back. Quickly, she stepped away, her heart pounding with anticipation. She wanted to stay, to keep looking at him and exploring his body.
She tried to be quiet, but a loose floorboard creaked under her foot, startling her. She saw Gator’s eyes flutter open. He looked at her with surprise, and then his face softened into a smile.
“Sylv,” he said, his voice deep and soft. “You’re up early.”
She nodded, feeling a blush creeping up her neck. She couldn’t believe that he had caught her in the act, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed pleased.
* * *
“I slept like a baby,”she said, as she smiled. “I don’t even know what time it is.”
“You needed the rest,” he said.
Her eyes drifted to the pizza boxes. “I missed dinner.”
“There’s plenty more where that came from. Are you hungry?” he asked.
