Page 4 of Her Mysterious Biker (Savage Kings MC #5)
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Orion
T he sunlight shines through the window, waking me up, and the first thing I notice is that my headache is gone.
The second is that a half-naked sleeping Stevie is sprawled across my bare chest. The T-shirt she’s wearing is bunched up around her hips, leaving her in just a pair of tiny pink lace panties separating her from my boxer briefs and my raging hard shaft.
Her hard nipples press against the soft, thin fabric of her shirt and into my chest, causing me to grind my teeth in agony. I tighten my hold around her curves, realizing they’ve been wrapped around her body while we slept.
I can feel the damp heat radiating from her lace-covered pussy as the tip of my cock notches against her clit.
The need to grind against her is so strong.
I try to fight it, but I can only handle so much.
Like a damn horny teenager, I grip her hips and push my hips upward, pressing against her tightly, my cock throbbing at the feel of her.
She moans in her sleep, bringing me back to reality.
Damn, what was I thinking ?
She took me in and cared for me when I was at my most vulnerable. And how do I repay her? I dry hump her while she’s still sleeping—even though there is nothing dry about her soaking wet panties.
Feeling like a creep, I gently roll her off my chest, immediately missing her warm curves, making sure not to wake her. Hopping out of bed, I find my clothes and dress quickly.
As I slip on my leather vest, a vision of her wearing it in only her panties flashes through my mind. It had to have been a dream, but seeing her wearing my cut makes me harder than I’ve ever been, even if it was only a dream.
I take one last look at her sleeping body before I turn and walk away from the best night of my life, headache and all.
***
I make it back to the club just in time for Church—my mind still on Stevie and how amazing it felt to wake up with her in my arms.
“I have it from a reliable source that Scooter Girl is in trouble with some dangerous people. Seems like she saw something they didn’t want her to see.”
I jerk to attention when I hear Prez say Scooter Girl.
“Stevie. Her name is Stevie. Not Scooter Girl.” I growl, wanting my brothers to understand she has a real name and isn't just a random person with a nickname.
My body tenses, and my mind races at the thought of anyone wanting to harm my girl. She might not actually be mine, but I still won’t let anyone hurt her.
“We believe it’s the Sons of Decimation.
We’ve been monitoring their activities. It seems they have more members than we initially thought," Prez continues. “We need someone on the inside to protect her until we settle this.” Prez shifts his gaze to me. “Rumor has it your bike was seen parked outside Stevie’s house all night last night. You’re the best person for the job, Torch.
It’s the perfect cover to protect her—you’ve already set the stage by spending the night.
” I open my mouth to deny his claim, but I can't deny where I spent last night.
The proof was out there in the open for everyone to see.
“We need to lure them out. What better way than to make them think you two are hopelessly in love and not expecting an attack," he continues.
“Prez is right. We need to protect Stevie and draw these bastards out. I don’t want them harming any more of our women,” Deadeye says.
He recently had a confrontation with the Sons of Decimation, trying to exploit his woman’s trusting nature by deceiving her into helping them with some illegal activities.
I still don’t like the idea of using Stevie as bait. Prez must sense my hesitation. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll have a few of the new Prospects watching over both of you. All you need to do is act like the lovestruck boyfriend and stay by her side constantly.”
That certainly won’t be a problem for me. She already has my heart—she just doesn’t know it yet.
“Alright, boys, that’s it for today.” Prez ends the meeting, leaving me to my thoughts.
“Come on, man. We all know you’re crazy about that girl.
” Diesel slaps my shoulder as we walk out of the room.
“Hell, the only reason none of the single guys stopped to help her yesterday is because everyone knows that you’ve already claimed her, whether you’re ready to admit it to yourself or not.
” Diesel shakes his head as he walks away.
***
I keep thinking about Diesel’s words as I park my bike behind the grocery store, slip off my helmet, and place it in my saddle bag. Am I really that obvious?
“It’s about time you showed up to protect Stevie," I snap my head to the side, my gaze locking onto the gruff voice of none other than Richard Alterman, the owner of Bloom & Bounty, a retired military man and Stevie’s boss.
He tosses a bag of garbage into the dumpster.
“Come on in.” He holds the back door open, gestures for me to go in first, and adds, "We should probably have a talk. Rock called me and told me about the plan.”
I walk into the brightly lit storage room and notice the organized shelves. “So, Prez called you.” I turn to face Richard.
“I called him first. Stevie is a Godsend. I don’t know what I would do without her.
” He nods toward the well-organized shelves.
“This place was a mess before I hired her. None of my other employees took the initiative to do anything more than stock shelves or work the cash register. Stevie came in like a curvy tornado, getting everything organized so it was easier to know what we needed to order and what we didn’t.
It’s saved me time and money. If I were twenty years younger, I’d throw my hat in the ring for the chance to be her boyfriend. ”
A low growl escapes my lips before I can stop it, making Richard bark with laughter.
“No need to get yourself all worked up. I think of her as a daughter, and nothing more.”
Feeling a bit embarrassed by my possessiveness, I shift the conversation. “What did you want to talk about?”
“Rock’s plan is a good one, but you boys aren’t used to wooing women, even if it’s fake like in this case.”
I hold back a laugh, first at him calling a group of gruff old asshole bikers, all pushing mid to late thirties, some already in their forties, boys, and at imagining any of my brothers ‘wooing’ a woman, let alone me wooing one.
Thanks to the burns on my face and arm, I’ve never been comfortable around women. My brothers would have a field day if they knew I was a thirty-three-year-old virgin.
When I stay quiet, he keeps talking. “Flowers. You have to bring Stevie flowers. But not roses. Those are too predictable for her. You need to pick something unique, like her. Take her out to eat. Hold her hand whenever you get the chance. Go dancing. Take her to that bookstore, Tall Tales & Turned Pages. She loves to read—she always has one of those romance novels out during her lunch break, reading. You know the ones, with the muscular man on the front without a shirt.” I remember the book on her nightstand with the bare-chested man on the cover and the title—"Seduced by the Biker." He keeps rattling on about his ideas, catching me off guard with the next one. “Kissing. Don’t forget you two will need to practice kissing so it will look believable when you do it in public.” I swallow hard at his words. I hadn’t even thought about kissing Stevie in public, but it makes sense.
If she were really mine, I would kiss her every chance I got.
“Now, run along and get her some flowers before you tell her the plan.” Richard makes a shooing motion with his hands.
With a nod, I rush out the back door, leave my bike parked out back, and walk the short distance to the flower shop around the corner.
After thirty minutes of searching for the perfect bouquet for Stevie, my eyes landed on a beautiful arrangement that the clerk called Stargazer lilies, reminding me of Stevie’s constellation comment from yesterday.
I make my selection, pay the clerk, and walk back to the grocery store, determined to make our fake relationship as real as possible since it’s the closest I’ll ever get to having Stevie for real.