“Can I help you?” Hero grunted.
“Uh, I… Uh…” Harry stumbled over his words.
“It’s midnight, and I was about to go to bed with my woman. Did you need something? Cup of sugar or some bullshit?”
“No, sorry.”
Hero slammed the door and threw the deadbolt.
“You slammed the door in his face?” I asked.
Hero turned around and stalked over to me. “He took off like a scared fucking rabbit, Reva. He was at his door when I slammed it.”
Oh, well. “But what did he want?” I pondered.
“No fucking clue. I told you that guy was fucking weird. That just proved it.” Hero grabbed my hand. “Bed, Sunshine.”
He flipped off the kitchen lights and pulled me down the hallway to the bedroom. “Aren’t you the least bit curious what Harry wanted?” I asked. Harry had never knocked on my door before, and suddenly, at midnight, he was standing there.
Hero let go of my hand and took off his cut. He set it on the dresser and then pulled his shirt over his head.
Well, hel-lo.
“No. I have enough to worry about right now. The guy is weird but what was he gonna do? He saw my bike was here so he knew I was going to answer the door.”
I blinked and tried to figure out what Hero was talking about. I studied the tattoo on his chest and sighed.
“Reva,” Hero called.
I ripped my eyes off his chest. “Uh yeah?”
“Did you hear anything I just said?”
Heard it, yes. Comprehend it, not at all. “Can you repeat it? I was distracted by your…” I waved my hand at his chest, “that.”
Hero chuckled and grabbed my hand again. He laid it on his chest and closed the distance between us. “I think we’re done talking for the night.”
I heard that loud and clear.
His mouth descended onto mine, and he wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted me up into his arms.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. “This is nice.”
Hero chuckled. “Anytime you’re touching me is nice, Sunshine.” He walked to the bed and laid me down. He placed a knee in the mattress and covered me with his body.
I trailed my fingers over the tattoos on his chest. “I like these,” I whispered.
He grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss to my fingertips. “I’m glad you approve because I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t.”
A giggle bubbled from my lips. “Just as long as there isn’t an old girlfriend’s name somewhere in there.”
He shook his head. “Hell no, Sunshine.”
I planted my elbows in the mattress and lifted up to push a kiss to his lips. “Is it weird I was jealous for the half a second it took for you to say hell no?” Yeah, that had reared its head for a second, and I had no idea where it came from.
Hero chuckled but didn’t say anything. He pushed me back down onto the bed and pressed kisses down my neck. “No more talking, Sunshine,” he growled. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us ‘til I was lying on top of him. He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor.
“Well, shit.”
I sat back and looked down at my bra. Yeah, it was one of my sexy pretty ones. “You like?” I asked.
Hero jackknifed up and wrapped his arms around me. He buried his face in my cleavage and groaned. I guess that was a yes.
“Pretty sure dark green is my favorite color now,” he mumbled.
Yeah, this was going to be my favorite bra from now on. The lace cups were see-through. and it was trimmed with black satin.
Hero reached behind me and deftly undid the hooks. “This is in my way.”
I slipped it down my arms and dropped it on the floor. “Problem solved.”
Hero chuckled and palmed both of my breasts. “Perfect,” he grunted.
If there was one word a guy could say when he’s touching a woman’s breasts, it should be perfect. Hero leaned forward and kissed the swell of my breast. A moan escaped my lips, and I delved my fingers into his hair. He pushed me back and covered me with his body again. My feet were on the pillows, and my head was at the foot of the bed.
I roamed my hands over his bare back, and his mouth devoured my breast while his fingers touched and explored.
He popped open the button on my jeans and shimmied them down my legs. His mouth left my breasts, and he leaned down to pull my pants all the way off.
That was where things went wild. I needed to touch every inch of Hero, and I had to do it right away. His pants went flying. He hooked my panties with his thumb, and they sailed through the room along with his underwear.
His mouth found the sweet bud of my pussy, and he sucked deep. My hips shot off the mattress, and I gripped his head.
“Oh, my God,” I gasped, clamping my eyes shut, and colors flashed behind my eyelids. My orgasm washed over me, and my fingers gripped the sheets.
Hero didn’t give me time to come down. His mouth disappeared from my pussy, and he climbed back up my body. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick.
I didn’t need to be told what to do. I wrapped my fingers around the hard shaft and squeezed. He groaned under my touch, and I literally had him right in the palm of my hand. I stroked his dick, slowly moving up and down, while he pressed a kiss to my lips. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, and he moaned.
I cocked my legs open and guided him into my pussy. He entered me slowly and pushed in ‘til he bottomed out. I raised my hands over my head and watched in awe as Hero thrust in and out of me. His groans and moans mingled with my panting as my orgasm built again.
“Harder,” I moaned.
Hero slammed into me, and his face contorted with pleasure. His finger teased my clit, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I closed them, unable to keep them open any longer, and fell completely into a bottomless pit of pleasure.
My orgasm crashed into me, ripping a moan from my lips. Hero called out my name and shoved into me. My pussy milked his cock, and he came inside me. He pulled out once more and then pushed back in before he collapsed on top of me, his breathing labored.
I lowered my arms from above my head and wrapped them around him.
He rolled us over and tucked me into his side.
“That just happened,” I gasped.
“Yeah, I was there, Sunshine.”
Even after two amazing orgasms, I still spoke the stupid with Hero around. “Not even getting up to turn the light off.”
Hero chuckled. “Sunshine.” He rolled to the side of the bed, hopped up, flipped off the light, and slid back in next to me. “Now you have to make breakfast in the morning.”
“Is that the unspoken deal made with you having to turn the light off?” I giggled.
He pulled me close and pressed a kiss to the side of my head. “Yeah. From here forward, whoever doesn’t turn the light off has to make the next meal.”
“Now you’re just making stuff up.” I laid my head on his shoulder and sighed. “Though I guess I can make breakfast in the morning.”
“Good. I’ve been craving one of your bacon sandwiches,” he grunted.
“Oh,” I laughed, “so now you like them after you made fun of them before.”
“I didn’t make fun of it, Sunshine, I just didn’t understand them.”
I rolled my eyes and reached up blindly. I tapped his cheek. “You’re so full of it.”
He grabbed my hands and pressed a kiss to the palm. “I’m full of it, and you’re a nut. We go good together.”
I yawned and closed my eyes. “If you say so.” The adrenaline rush from earlier was finally wearing off. “Can we have just a chill day tomorrow with no craziness? Just one day?”
Hero laughed. “I’m hoping so, Sunshine. I got a few phone calls to make in the morning, and then, I’m all yours.”
I hummed happily. “Sounds perfect.”
*
Chapter Sixteen
Hero
“Hero.”
I
cracked open one eye. “Huh?”
Reva was sitting on the edge of the bed with the blanket pulled up to her neck. “Someone just knocked on the door.”
What in the fuck? I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was eight thirty on a Saturday. Wasn’t it an unwritten law that you didn’t knock on people’s doors before eleven on a Saturday? “Are you expecting anyone?” I grunted.
“No. I told my other boyfriend I was busy today.”
“Ha, ha,” I growled.
Reva bent over and held up my underwear. “You want these?” She tossed them at me without an answer and then darted into the bathroom.
“You running so I don’t see you naked?” I chuckled. I pulled on my underwear and ran my fingers through my hair.
“You were dripping down my leg,” she shouted.
Oh. Oh yeah. “Sorry, Sunshine. I should have grabbed you a towel last night.”
A knock sounded on the front door again. Whoever was there was determined to get the door open. I pulled on my jeans and forgoed a shirt.
I strutted to the front door and threw it open without looking in the peephole.
“What do you want?” I grunted.
A man and woman stood there, and their jaws dropped at the sight of me. The man had white hair and was wearing a fishing vest over a plaid shirt. The woman had on khaki shorts and a pink polo shirt. They looked like they were headed fishing though they were standing on Reva’s doorstep.
“Who in the hell are you?” the guy demanded.
The woman looked me up and down, and then, she smiled. It wasn’t a pervy smile, though. It was Reva’s smile on the woman’s face.
Oh, shit.
“Reva!” I called.
I had just answered the door to Reva’s parents with no shirt on and demanded to know who they were. That was a great first impression.
“Coming!” she called. Her tone was light, and I knew she had no idea what she was about to walk in on.
I stepped to the side and held the door wide.
They walked in, and her mom headed to the kitchen while her dad stayed with me. He glowered at me, and I wished like hell I had put a shirt on.
“Dad!” Reva exclaimed. Thank God she had managed to put on sweats before she walked out of the bedroom. We both looked like we had just rolled out of bed.
“What in the hell is going on, Reva?” he demanded.
“Brian,” her mom scolded from the kitchen. “Where are your manners?”
“Probably wherever his shirt is,” he grunted.
Reva’s mom tsked. “Why don’t we try this over?” she suggested. She walked out of the kitchen with a bag of bagels in her hand.
“Mom, what are you doing with my bagels?” Reva asked.
I was glad I wasn’t the only one confused by that.
“I thought we could have some breakfast. Your dad and I stopped before we headed to the lake.” She turned to me and held out her hand that didn’t have the bagels in it. “I’m Shirley. That bear over there is Brain. We’re Reva’s parents.”
She beamed up at me, and I shook her hand.
“Uh, nice to meet you, ma’am.” At least it seemed her mom was okay with me. Reva’s dad, on the other hand just glared.
“I put your shirt on the dresser,” Reva chirped.
“Thanks. I’ll be right back.” I ducked into the bedroom and spotted the shirt where Reva said she had put it. I pulled it over my head and groaned.
I didn’t even get my eyes open before shit started going sideways.
Relaxed Saturday, my ass.
*
Reva
My eyes darted to the bedroom.
I pursed my lips and pointed to the kitchen. “Get in there,” I whispered.
“Reva,” Mom whined, “what are you doing?”
I ushered both of them into the kitchen and grabbed the bagels from her hand. “What am I doing?” I demanded. “What in the world are you doing? You guys never stop by without letting me know you’re coming.”
Mom rolled her eyes and grabbed the bagels back. “We called. You didn’t answer.”
“Why didn’t you answer the phone?” Dad grunted.
“I was sleeping,” I hissed. I had woken up in the twilight zone. Hero in my bed and my parents on my doorstep was not what I had wanted when I said a mellow day.
“Since when do you sleep in?” Dad grumbled.
Mom grabbed the eggs from the fridge. “Brain. She can sleep in if she wants. Maybe she had a long night.”
Oh. My. God. Did my mom just hint that I had a long night because…I couldn’t even put Mom and sex in the same thought.
She reached into the freezer and grabbed the pack of bacon I was going to use for the bacon sandwiches Hero had told me he wanted.
“Shirley,” Dad grunted, “I am going to pretend that you did not just say that.”
Even Dad wasn’t good with what Mom was insinuating.
“What are you doing here?” I asked again.
“Is that his bike out there?” Dad asked, completely ignoring my question. “Does he have a helmet?”
I closed my eyes and prayed to get a grip on the spiraling conversation. “Yes, Dad, that is his bike. He has a helmet.”
“Got that MC emblem on it. He part of the club?”
How had he noticed that? I didn’t even know that Hero had an emblem on his bike for the club.
“Yes, sir.” Hero walked into the kitchen with his shirt on and his hair tamed. He held his hand out to Dad. “Sorry about before, sir. Reva and I weren’t expecting company.”
Dad shook his hand but eyed him warily. “Brian,” he grunted. “How long have you been with the club?”
“Uh, officially? Since I was eighteen. I grew up there, though. My dad is Rigid.”
Recognition shone in Dad’s eyes. “Ah, I’ve known Rigid for a while. He’s worked on my truck before.”
Wait, what? My dad knew Rigid?
“He’s a pretty good mechanic, sir. Also damn good at painting.”
Dad laughed. “That I know, too. Shirley scraped the side of her car last year and he was able to match the paint perfectly.”
My jaw dropped. Hero’s dad had been the one to repair mom’s car after she ran into the mailbox?
“Tan Cadillac?” Hero asked.
“Why yes,” Mom gasped, “how did you know?”
Hero ran his fingers through his hair, and I swear to God, he blushed! “Uh, I helped him out. Most of his repairs, I help with.”
My jaw hit the floor. Hero knew how to fix cars and stuff? My parents were finding out more about Hero in five minutes than I knew in six days.
I held up a finger. “Could you just excuse us for a second?” I grabbed Hero’s hand and pulled him down the hall and into my bedroom. I closed the door and stood toe-to-toe with him.
“What?” I whisper shouted. I needed to elaborate more. “What is going on? You work at the repair shop?” There. That was better than just what.
“Sometimes,” he shrugged. “With Dad gone, I’ve got other things I’m in charge of now.”
“I know absolutely nothing about you. What stuff are you doing now?” I demanded.
Hero laughed. “Sunshine, I don’t think we have time for this with your parents standing in your kitchen.”
I waved a hand toward the kitchen. “Mom is making breakfast, and Dad will turn on the TV. We have at least ten minutes before they come looking for us.” Maybe this was the pressure we needed for us to find out more about each other. “Rigid is your dad,” I stated.
“Uh, yup.”
“He is a mechanic and all around car magician according to my dad.”
Hero laughed. “He’s good at what he does.”
“Who is your mom?” I didn’t need to walk out there and have my mom suddenly start talking about how she knew Hero’s mom.
“Cyn.”
“Sin? As in like sinning?”
Hero shook his head. “Cyn as in Cynthia, Sunshine.”
; Okay. That made more sense than sin. “Do you have any siblings?”
“Uh, not blood.”
“What does that mean?” I demanded. That should have been an easy answer. Instead, it was complicated.
“Sunshine, I grew up around the club. The guys in the club are like my brothers, and Luna and Greta are like my sisters. Not blood, but they are family.”
“That’s sweet, but you made that answer so much more complicated than it needed to be.”
Hero laughed.
I wagged my finger in his face. “Stop laughing at me. These are serious questions I need to know so I don’t look like an idiot.”
His face sobered.
“What are you in the club?” I hoped that question made sense.
“Uh, well. That’s another complicated answer. Right now, I’m just a member, but with King and the rest of the older members in Arizona, I’m in charge.”
“You’re the president?” Say what?
“Yes and no. This is kind of like my tryout. Two waitresses ending up dead and Luna in jail isn’t looking very good for me right now, though.”
“None of that is your fault, though,” I argued.
“Take that up with King, Sunshine. Two days after he leaves, all hell breaks loose and I’m the one holding the gavel.”
Not fair. “So what happens now?”
“Uh, King said he’s gonna get the RV to Arizona and then he’s flying back. I’m assuming some, if not all, of the other guys are coming back, too.”
“So your shot is over?”
He shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t really know. I don’t know what King is going to be able to do, but he thinks coming back will fix things.” He reached up and brushed my hair behind my ear. “Interrogation over?”
I didn’t really have any other questions. At least that I could think of. “I suppose.”
“Is your mom making us breakfast?”
I leaned into his hand. “I’m assuming so. She’s the one who taught me how to make bacon sandwiches, though. I promise whatever she makes it’ll be good.”
“You had to be taught how to make bacon sandwiches?” Hero laughed.
I whacked him on the shoulder. “Rude,” I whined.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me close. “So what happens after your mom makes us breakfast?”
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