Page 25 of Ghost (Iron Thunder MC 4)
“Do you know how fuckin’ hot you are?” he growled like it was a serious question. Did he want me to answer it?
“Uh…” I tried to think of the right answer but he groaned and tipped his head forward so he could suck on the side of my neck.
My eyes rolled back in my head. He licked my skin tenderly, while I started stroking him. His cock throbbed in my hand. It was growing bigger and harder. He was ready for me, and I was definitely ready for him. I was so wet I knew my panties were soaked.
“Please, take off my pants,” I begged as my head fell back with pleasure. He was licking and kissing my skin, down my throat and cleavage, playing with my nipples again.
Then I felt his hand reach for mine; he was pulling it out of his pants. Did he want me to stop? Had I taken it too far?
Shit. This wasn’t what he wanted. He was changing his mind?
But then he slowly started undoing my pants instead. I couldn’t help but smile at that. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to touch me the way I had touched him.
The zip was down and he was about to peel my jeans off, but then we heard the phone ring. His cellphone. It had fallen off the coffee table to the floor.
Ghost glared at me with a dark anger in his eyes. I knew he had to get this. Pulling away from me, he reached for his phone and answered without looking.
“Yeah?”
I sat back on the couch, pulling my shirt down and fiddling with the hooks of my bra. Something about the way he was staring at the wall as he spoke into the phone told me the moment was over. When the call ended, he wasn’t just going to roll back over to me and start kissing me again.
Ghost’s contribution to the conversation was monosyllabic at best. It lasted no more than a minute and he pushed the phone into his pocket when he was done and turned to me.
“We need to get back to the clubhouse. It’s Crash. He’s not doing too well and we need your help.”
I stood up, running my fingers through my hair that was still a little damp.
“Yeah, sure, let’s go,” I said, trying not to meet his eyes.
Ghost got busy putting his on his shoes and jacket. He handed me a denim jacket lying on one of the chairs; it was a few sizes too big for me. There was nothing sexy about any of the clothes I was wearing, but I didn’t care.
I would have liked for the earth to open up and swallow me whole. My cheeks were flushed. The back of my neck was burning up.
My own voice kept ringing in my ears…please, please, take off my pants.
What was I thinking? I was so embarrassed. How desperate did he think I was? Did he think I was going to beg him to undress me every time we were alone now?
Ghost was waiting for me by the door while I tied my hair up tightly in a bun. Outside the cabin, the woods looked dark and dreary. I thought I heard a wolf howl. It was chilly and I was glad for the jacket, glad to be with him.
I got on the bike smoothly this time and held onto his shoulders, instead of wrapping my arms around him. Even touching him like that was enough of a reminder of what we’d just done in his house.
Thankfully, he didn’t want to discuss it either. Maybe we would never have to discuss it.9GhostMercy didn’t bring up what had happened in the cabin and neither did I. Besides, there was no time to discuss it. Mary-Beth sounded pretty distressed on the phone, so Crash was probably in a bad way.
When we got to Fifth Gear, I helped Mercy off the bike and we rushed inside. It seemed like she was ready to focus on her work too. She didn’t meet my eyes.
Some of the guys were waiting at the door of the cellar.
“Mary-Beth’s in there,” Bolt said. Mercy and I went in.
Crash was in bed but he was groaning aloud like a wounded animal. His sister was by his side, trying to hold his hand but he was thrashing about, shuddering and shivering. Even in the dim light of the cellar, I could see his pupils were enlarged and skittering in every direction.
Mercy turned to me. “He needs serious help, Ghost, do you see? We should take him to the emergency room.”
Flash and Allegra were there too. He heard what Mercy said and was quick to jump the gun.
“There’s no way we’re taking him out of here. Definitely not to a hospital!”
Mercy shook her head and looked at me again.
