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"My turn. Truth or dare." I offer him the choice once more before he has chance to comment on my appraisal of him.
"Truth."
I eye him curiously, his eyes glinting with mischief as he inches closer to me. I can feel the heat rising within my body having him so close and yet not one part of me wants to move.
"Don't you have club business you need to be doing?" I ask, knowing it’s not the typicalTruth or Darequestion, but genuinely curious since everyone else I know within the MC life tends to be constantly busy with one thing or another.
"Honestly, not really. I'm called if I'm needed, and the rest of the time I'm here or with one of the few friends I have."
"Who's that?" I ask, suddenly unsure of if I've ever seen him with anyone other than the Inner circle of The Laidens or Cobras.
"Ah, ah, my turn,” he tells me with a wagging finger mockingly.
I roll my eyes before choosing dare.
"I dare you to kiss me."
I wait a moment, wondering if he's joking and about to change his mind, but his face doesn't move, his expression unfaltering. It feels like he's testing me.
I only have to twist slightly to be nose to nose with him. I can feel and hear his steady breathing on me as I place my hand lightly on his cheek. His eyes don't leave mine, his breathing halting, seemingly afraid to move in case I change my mind.
I bring my lips to his and feel his lips graze mine, his hand coming to the back of my head. Not forcefully but encouraging me to continue. And I do. The space between us explodes in a new found passion as I find myself lost in the mesmerising sensation of kissing him. His tongue darts across my lip, testing the waters, though it’s hardly needed. My body seems to react before I even think about what I'm doing. I open up to him, my body instinctively moving closer, wanting to besomuch closer. He pulls me onto his lap, his hands on my behind, massaging every part of my body that he feels like grazing.
The kiss feels hungry, like it’s been forever in the making. My hands find their way to the back of his neck and head, pulling him into me further as my body grinds upon the large, hard manhood beneath my core.
"Stop, stop, stop,” he insists as he sneers and pulls back leaving me breathlessly steering away, unable to keep my eyes off his lips. That was not what I expected, and yet all I can think about is wanting more. He hardly touched me and yet I can feel how wet I am from just kissing him.
"If you don't stop, I'm going to take you to bed and fuck you." That gathers my attention as I look into his eyes and see no humour within them. He's deadly serious, and not one part of me would say no in this moment.
"I'm sorry. I got carried away,” I tell him, feeling stupid for being so wound up and willing when I already have too many complications and uncertainties in my life. I don't need to add more.
He laughs before etching his head lower so he can look into my eyes.
"Don't be sorry, I fucking loved it. I just don't have much control when it comes to you grinding on my dick apparently." He chuckles as my face lights up with what must be the most furious shade of red embarrassment.
"Come on, the cakes gotta be done by now. You can help me decorate it. Just stay a foot or two away from me or I'm likely to relinquish the self control I'm stringing onto right now and fuck you anyway." He smirks before lifting me gently from his lap, taking my hand, and leading me back into the kitchen.
Fuck. Things just got more complicated.
Nineteen
Islept on the bed alone last night. It was surprisingly comfortable and I didn't wake once - unsurprisingly. I love my sleep. I'm now sat in bed with Crow who carried a tray of breakfast in for me. Well, burnt toast and a glass of orange juice, but who am I to complain?
"It feels like you and Victor are purposefully ignoring each other,” I tell him. He didn't come back until we were both in bed last night. Well, until I was in bed and Victor was sleeping on the sofa.
"We've spoke plenty. Besides, I can't help it. He said he got called in. That's not on me,” Crow says with his hands raised in mock surrender.
"I know, it's just shit that you don't get on. I care about you both,” I tell him.
"You do?" he asks hesitantly.
"I kissed Victor yesterday,” I rush out, feeling the full weight of the guilt and shame hit me all at once. I had stayed up late last night, thinking and over thinking about what I had done so freely without even considering Crow until it was too late.
Crow doesn't say anything for a moment, his face doing the job of words and giving away his frustration as his brows crease and his lips purse together.
"I'm sorry. I don't want to lie to you but before you say anything, I want you to know that it doesn't mean that I don't care about you too. That's the problem, I really, really do."
"He's exactly the right type of guy for you, and I hate that, but I also know that you're the right girl for me so stay honest with me and I can deal with it. You're my girl and you always will be, no matter what happens,” he says as he pulls me under his arm and into an embrace. My face to his chest leaves me hearing the erratic beating of his heart as I hear him breathe steadily above me.
