Page 5 of The Biker’s Second Chance (Chrome Creed MC #2)

ANGRY MAN...HOT

JAYNE

I t's just not fair.

Not the fact that I'm basically being hunted like an animal by a group of people who want to kill me, or torture me, or both.

The fact that even after all this time, Spike is still as sexy as ever.

When I came back to town, I knew there was a very real possibility that I would see him again. I was prepared to see him, at least I thought I was.

The hope was he'd somehow let himself go. Maybe he got wide around the center, or his penchant for riding hard and fast left his face windburned and full of wrinkles. I even had hopes that he'd somehow gone bald.

None of that came true.

In fact, it seems like Spike has somehow gotten more attractive than before.

I stand in the back of the room just watching him examine the room.

My core clenches tight, and I pull my bottom lip between my teeth to bite down hard when he slides his cut off his arms.

Did he get more muscular?

Damn it. He did.

The man looks like he's been lifting cinderblocks for a living ever since I left.

"Was there anything else here before I came?" Spike turns to look at me, and it takes me a second to answer. I shake my head to clear my thoughts.

"No, nothing. Just my stuff."

He grunts and turns back to the wall.

Everything about what's going on right now feels awkward. I'm sure if he asked, I could give him more information, but Spike made it very clear that my input was not wanted.

My ears heat up as I remember how he spoke to me a second earlier. Like I was nothing more than a random stranger in his way.

There was no compassion or love in his voice.

He told me not to lie to him. Not that I would anyway. Unfortunately, I'm not used to him talking to me like this. Not used to being on this side of his anger. Prior to me walking out, all of our arguments ended with him telling me he loved me and him fucking my brains out.

"I need to take some pictures and probably bring the guys over here so they can see what's going on as well." Spike sighs and moves over to another area of the room.

My eyes dart to Eva, who is still here as well, but she's more concerned with her phone than what's going on in the room.

She doesn't realize what's going on, or how dangerous it is for her to even be in the same space as me. There's a chance that the same people after me will see her and make her a target.

My stomach flips at the thought.

When I set out to get help from the Chrome Creed, I didn't think about any of them becoming a target. Didn't think about any of them getting hurt.

My eyes jump back to Spike. He's completely engrossed in taking his pictures. I can't hurt him, not any more than I already have.

Who knows, he may abandon his vow to help me when he finds out everything.

I shake my head at the thought and look away.

No, not Spike. Once he gives his word, he means it.

I know that from our time together.

Against my better judgment, my mind starts replaying all of the good times Spike and I had together. He really is a great man. One of the best I've ever met.

My body heats up with need as I remember the way his gruff voice used to sound in my ear when he held me in his arms. The way he would always promise that he'd never leave me. The way he made love to me like every time was the last time.

Intense. Consuming. Earth-shattering.

Dropping my hands back down to my sides, I pinch my thighs hard. I need to break out of this. I force myself to focus on what's going on right now in front of me. Not how much I want Spike. Not how much he used to mean to me.

"Do you need anything from me? Maybe some information?" I question, and even I can hear the snark in my voice.

"Did you hear me ask you anything? When I want something from you, I'll ask. For now, stay over there and be quiet." Spike snaps over his shoulder.

"You don't have to talk to me like that." I can't help it. There's just a level of respect any living person should get, and so far Spike hasn't been showing it to me.

"I can talk to you any damn way I want to, Jayne. If you've got a problem with it, step off." He glares at me for a second, waiting for me to argue. I don't. I'm too stuck on the way he's looking at me.

It's a little scary, a little annoying, but most of all, it's hot as fuck.

There's no talking to him when he's like this.

Not that I really want to talk to him right now.

In reality, what I want is for him to come over here and rip my clothes off.

Make me forget all the bullshit going on around me.

At this point, I don't even care if Eva were to stay and watch. I'm sure she could take some pointers.

Sex between Spike and me had always been class-worthy.

When I don't say anything, Spike turns back around and starts taking pictures of the bed where my clothes are still strewn around.

It's clear he's not having the same thoughts I am. Why would he be?

He hates me.

I deserve his hate.

I deserve that and much more.

The urges and emotions swirling around inside of me are too much. I'm already on edge because of what I walked into in my room. Worried that I might have just painted a target on the very people I've come to for help. The last thing I need is to be pining over Spike again.

I already know how intense lusting after him can get. It'll become an obsession, and either he'll reject me outright, or he'll fuck me before leaving me like a whore on the side of the road.

Neither option is something I can deal with.

I need to focus on getting out of this mess both emotionally and physically intact.

That means I'm going to have to figure out a way to quell my desire for Spike.

Somehow I'm going to have to learn how to separate him being a good man and helping me from me falling in love with him all over again.

Talk about impossible.