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“See you around two o’clock then. Love you, big brother.”
With that I hang up the phone and plop myself on the sofa. “Baby, go take a shower and then you can settle.” War says. He’s behind the sofa with his hand sifting through my hair.
I looked up at him. “So tired,” I say. My eyes feel heavy. It was a long night and my body isn't used to the emotional ass-kicking it got yesterday. War rounds the sofa, kicks off his boots and hauls me closer, snuggling me in beside him. I don’t struggle. I don’t want to do anything but rest my head in the crook of his shoulder and close my eyes which I do almost immediately. It’s been a tough few days. The life I’ve created for myself is very minimal. I live in my small sanctuary. My apartment is cute and cozy with just me in in it most of the time unless Paul came by. Now I’ve agreed to forge ahead in a committed relationship to a biker in a motorcycle club. I realize there is so little I know about War. Through the conversation he had with Guard, I picked up that he managed and was part owner of a mechanic shop that specialized in motorcycles and muscle cars shop. I can sense that my life is going to change and only hope that we step through these changes in increments I can handle.
It must be the quiet and the warmth of War's body next to mine that has me drifting off into a peaceful slumber.
I am awoken by gentle hands stroking my hair. “Maddie? Kitten?” I hear the gentle rumble of War's voice. I place my hand over his and War slides his hand down across the apple of my cheek. As I shake the drowsiness, I focus on those beautiful laughing eyes and instantly my heart beats faster.
“Yeah, Honey?” I mumble without steeling my gaze from his.
He says nothing. His face moves over mine and our fingers link together followed by a soft slow kiss. Our mouths connect in a deep, wet kiss. We take our time exploring each other, mouths slanting this way and that, desperately wanting to get even closer.
I open my eyes and out of the corner of my eye notice a Satan's Pride leather jacket filled with arms. I pull back and whispered against his lips, “Someone is here for you.”
War turns his head to see a Satan’s Pride prospect at the door. I recognize Cris from the party last night and he is standing in the doorway looking at us, failing to suppress a grin.
“Hey,” says Cris.
“Hey.” I nod back.
War says, “How much time do I have to get back?”
“Starts in forty-five minutes. I came a little early in case you need me for anything.” Cris is a large man—not as big as War, but no slouch. War has commented several times that he is young but loyal. He has done everything the club asked and has shown his allegiance over and over.
War turns towards me, “Baby, go take your shower. I need a few minutes with Cris and then I will come into the bedroom before I go.”
I blink and tilt my head to one side. “Everything okay?”
“Absolutely, Kitten. Just want to make sure you’re settled before I have to leave for a bit.”
“Okay.” I make my way into the bedroom. A shower sounds wonderful right about now.
I take my time under the hot cascading water. I lather my hair with rose-scented shampoo and my mind wanders. I think about how much I love the feel of War's hands sifting through my hair, pulling me close and holding me tight. I loved the feel of his hands on my ass and the hardness of his body pressing against mine. I want this, and I want him. I rinse my hair and body and shut off the water, blinking the last of it out of my eyes.
I walk into my bedroom wrapped in a towel, my hair is wet and wild around my face with curls. I let out an "eek" when I noticed War in my bedroom sitting on the side of my bed. He is beautiful. His toned body, his soulful eyes and luscious lips. I know that my eyes are big and wide. My mouth is dry, and I can barely get the words out. “Um, I need another minute.”
“I like you just like that.” He teases, the corners of his mouth turning upward.
I can feel the heat in my cheeks. Blushing profusely, I say, “Please.”
“One minute, Kitten. I have to go and want to talk to you before I head out.” He motions for me to come closer. Instead I grab a pair of shorts, a tank, bra, and panties and escape back into the bathroom. I rush to put on my clothes knowing that he is supposed to be leaving and not wanting to delay him from a meeting that seems important. My hair still wet, I re-enter the bedroom. My shorts aren't much coverage and expose too much of my legs and my tank top feels tight against my chest. I can feel my nipples hardening at the sight of him.
“Come here,” He asks, crooking his finger my way and motioning for me to stand between his splayed legs. I walk to him and place my hands in his without hesitation.
“Yes.” I say, as I’m pulled even closer and positioned to sit on his knee; his fingertips gliding up my back instigate a tingling sensation along their path until his fingers tease a loose tendril of my still damp hair.
“I have to head back. Cris is staying here while I’m gone. I want you to pack some stuff for the next few days. We’re heading to my place when the meeting is over. I should be back by 1 p.m. and I will pick up something for us to eat. What do you want, Baby?” He continued to caress my back and placed his other hand on my thigh making tiny circular patterns and edging his hand higher and higher.
“Why are we going to your place?” I say, my breath hitching as War's touch continues to move further and further upward.
“Remember, Baby, we are together. You go where I go. My place is bigger, and you need to know me. We are exploring, right?” He reminds me gently. His hand makes it to the edge of my shorts, which I am now thinking might have been a bad choice. There’s little space between his hand and my heat.
“Yes,” I say a little breathless. I instinctively reach out to grip his hands a little tighter. I look down to see his expression; he’s just as turned on as I am. I bite my lower lip as a quiver moves through my body.
He shifts to guide me off his lap. I don't like losing his closeness. “Pack, Baby. I’ll be back very soon.” Then he licks my lips and proceeds to tug my lower lip between his teeth and suck on it. I try to resist him with a stifled moan and quickly decide not to resist, enveloping neck with my arms, pulling myself deeper into him. My breasts are up against his hard, firm body and when our lips finally detach, our foreheads touch and our panting breaths intermingle.
“Be a good girl while I’m gone. Want me to pick up something for lunch on my way back?”
