Page 30 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
I spun around again, placing my hands on his chest. I lifted myself up on tip-toes, bringing my face closer to him. Spike didn’t move and he didn’t move me away.
I brought my lips even closer to him and that was when I felt his hands on me. His hands were on my hips; he yanked me to himself and I gasped with excitement. My mouth was parted and he pushed his tongue into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and our lips were fused. Waves of desire rushed through me. We were entwined together. His hands moved down my hips till he was cupping my ass, pressing me to himself so I could feel his hardness.
He pulled his mouth away from mine and then kissed the side of my neck. I reached for him, cupping him through his jeans. He sucked on my skin. I cried out with delight and then in the very next moment, he pushed me away.
“I need to get you home, you’ve had too much to drink.”
I stared at him in shock. Seriously? What was going on? How did I talk myself into letting things get this far?
I had never felt more humiliated in my life.11SpikeShe was finally on my bike again. I needed to put a stop to it. Things had escalated very quickly. One moment we were just looking at each other, and then we were kissing. I couldn’t stop myself. I thought I could control myself around her but I couldn’t. I was wrong about everything.
The right thing to do would have been to walk over to Ghost right now and tell him I was quitting. He would just have to find someone else to do the job.
But instead, I ordered her to get on my bike and I was going to take us back to the house. Lock her in her room and force her to stay in there till I was able to figure this shit out.
Professional distance, right? I needed to put some professional distance between us.
I was expecting Sabrina to react badly to my command. She looked like she was having fun. When I got back to the clubhouse, it seemed as if she had formed some kind of connection with Sophie, maybe with the other girls too. In fact, since the first time I saw her—this was when she’d actually looked happiest.
Who would have thought that working behind a bar in an MC Clubhouse would make Sabrina Wyndham content?
But she didn’t fight me on this. When I told her we were leaving, she just hung her head down and followed me out of Fifth Gear. I told her to get on the bike and that’s exactly what she did. No protest, no fight.
I could still feel her lips on my mouth and it was driving me crazy.
Then she wrapped her arms around me on the bike. I hadn’t taken this into consideration. How close we were going to be, forced to be, on our way back to the house. She was stuck to me. We were stuck to the bike.
As much as I tried to forget about it, I couldn’t. She was right there. I could feel her breasts pressed to my back. Her hands on my abs. The warmth of her body. I wanted her more.
Kissing her had been even more explosive than I expected it to be. She was soft and delicious. My hands were on her ass. That perfect round ass. I was seconds away from grinding my cock into her. Unbuttoning her jeans. Pinning her to the wall right there in the middle of the bar.
I made a fool of myself. Now, everyone who saw us would know I wanted her. The girl I was supposed to protect. This was supposed to be my job. I couldn’t even do this right.
We rode into the house’s premises and Sabrina was already getting off the bike before I’d parked it. She jumped off, making a run for the house. Now I could see we were going to have a battle. I knew it was coming.
“Sabrina!” I thundered as she stormed away from me. I jumped off and ran after her.Sabrina was zooming into the house, hurrying up the stairs. For a moment, I was worried that she might trip and fall.
“Stop!” I growled and lunged at her. She cried out when I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to myself. She struggled for a moment, thrashing her arms about, and then punching my chest lightly with her balled-up fists.
“Calm the fuck down!” I shouted.
I wasn’t sure if the house was completely empty. The housekeeper had to be around, right? But she hadn’t made an appearance. Maybe she was purposely giving us our space.
Sabrina stared into my eyes, her chest heaving, her nostrils flared. She was close to me now. I wanted to kiss her. We had the house to ourselves. I could fuck her right here on the stairs if I wanted to.
