Page 58 of Bolt (Iron Thunder MC 1)
“What did you want to tell me? At the cafe?” he said.
I stopped for a moment, my smile drooped for a second.
“I was about to tell you that I planned on selling the cafe. I was going to use that money to pay off the mortgages for this house. I didn’t want to let this go.”
“You don’t have to do that now,” he said.
I shook my head. I still couldn’t believe it.
“Come with me,” I declared, grabbing Bolt’s hand and leading him into the house. I unlocked the door and we stepped in.
I hadn’t been in here for ages, but everything was exactly the way I’d left it. Including the dishes in the dishwasher I hadn’t put away that night I went after Chip.
“I have so many memories here. Mostly good, but some sad,” I said. Bolt pulled me close to him again, kissed my neck.
“Don’t worry about it, beautiful. We’ll make our own memories together,” he said.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled at him.
“I know just the way we can start,” I said, with my eyes glowing. Bolt knew exactly what I was talking about and in the next moment, I was leading him up the stairs to my bedroom.
Bolt looked around when we got there.
It was a very girly room, just as his apartment was very manly. He smiled at me and I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t worry, we’ll do a complete overhaul of the decor when you move in,” I reassured him.
He pulled me to himself and I fell on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and started kissing me again. It was what I needed. The reassurance of being this close to the man I loved. The man who would always keep me safe.
He nibbled my ear and I pushed my hands up under his shirt so I could feel the chiseled hardness of his torso. So muscular. So reliable and strong. My fingers traveled over his chest. He was pushing me back…further back against the wall so my back was now pinned to an old boyband poster of mine that was peeling off from the edges.
Bolt smiled at me before he nuzzled my neck. His tongue on my skin sent eccentric shudders down my spine. I pressed my eyes close as I wrapped my arms around him tightly. Holding him close. He smelled good. He felt so good in my arms. Everything about this man made me weak at the knees. He was always going to be exactly what I needed.
We were kissing again, deeply now. I could feel his hands traveling over my stomach, reaching for that warm moist spot between my legs. I thrust my hips out toward him so he could feel the same urgency I was feeling for him.
I sank my teeth into his shoulder, and he growled with delight. I scratched my long nails across his back while his fingers took possession of my pussy. He rubbed my clit, delighting in the urgent swell of it.
I wanted him to make me come. Right here in my bedroom. In this pink and purple room where I’d grown up and spent so many sleepless nights dreaming about the perfect man.
I just never imagined the perfect man would be this big, burly, sexy beast with tattoos and muscles. His fingers rubbed my clit, sinking into my pussy and I cried out his name.
Bolt started pounding his fingers into my pussy. He had me pinned to the wall. I wasn’t going anywhere. I could barely even move. He had complete control over me now. Exactly the way I wanted it.
I started coming, crying out his name. Bolt…Bolt…Bolt…I could feel my juices gliding out of me, wetting the insides of my thighs and he didn’t stop. He continued to fuck me with his fingers till my whole body was shaking.
My eyes flew open when my orgasm finally began to calm.
“Oh my God, Bolt, I love you so much,” I said. He smiled and kissed my forehead.
My hands were still on him. I explored his muscular torso with the flighty touch of my fingers. But before I could initiate taking off his clothes, my eyes fell on something in the middle of my bed.
“What is that?” I said, pulling away from him a little. Bolt turned to look too and now he was seeing what I was seeing.
A piece of paper neatly placed in the middle of my bed. I broke away from him, rushing to the bed because I was curious. I was sure I hadn’t left a piece of paper on my bed randomly.
Now I could see it was a note. Someone had written a note in big bold capital letters and left it on my bed for me to find.Bolt: The war is onI looked up at him and he grabbed the note out of my hand. I watched as he stared at it. Whoever left the note knew exactly what was going on between us. They knew I would find it, that Bolt would find it. They’d broken into my house and left it on my bed specifically.
