Page 34 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
I felt tired all of a sudden. The day’s events were taking over me. It already felt as if I had been through so much. Extremes of anger and joy, and now I was afraid.
Seeing my window smashed, glass on the carpet, that brick with the note—I never thought something like that could ever happen to me. I didn’t think it was that serious. Why wouldn’t my father just tell me the truth about what was going on?
I pressed my eyes closed and thought about Spike and that kiss, about being on his bike. What was happening to me? This was a man who didn’t want me. Why couldn’t I just stop thinking about him? Why couldn’t I focus on something else? Such as the danger my life was probably in right now.
I felt the urge to leave the room, to go back out there and snuggle up with him on that couch. What would it feel like to have a normal evening with him? Beer and pizza and a movie. Wasn’t that what regular couples did? I’d never had that with anybody. I hadn’t thought I even wanted that with anybody. Not until I met Spike.
Now all I could do was fantasize about having a normal life with him. I didn’t want Daddy’s money or his power or position. I just wanted to be with Spike, and he didn’t even think of me that way.
Just go to sleep… I kept repeating to myself. Maybe when I woke up the next day, I’d realize this was all a dream. That would make sense. Spike was definitely my dream man.In my dream, I was running through a dark forest. I couldn’t see anything around me. Not even the thick tree trunks that surrounded me; I could only feel them with my hands. I tripped over something on the ground and fell on a pile of what felt like damp leaves. That was when I heard the footsteps behind me. Slow and steady, getting closer, not running, but I knew my life was in danger.
I screamed till my lungs hurt. I hauled myself off the ground and started running again. I couldn’t hear anything other than the footsteps behind me. I was cold. Was I naked?
I didn’t know where I was going and then I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. It was like a claw. I cried out again. I thought I was going to die.
But this time, I woke up.
I jumped up in bed and realized I was cold because I had been sweating. The sheets underneath me were damp. It was dark outside the window now. I could still hear the sounds of the TV outside. How long was I asleep? Spike was still watching TV?
I wanted to see him. I needed to see him.
I got out of bed. I was only in my crop top but didn’t care. That dream had left me feeling cold and alone, and I wanted to look at him. Just to be reassured that he was still out there.
I left the room and saw him on the couch. The TV was on and the pizza was half-eaten on the table in front of him. He was asleep. He was still sitting up the way I’d left him before, but his head was leaning over the back of the couch.
My throat was dry. For the first time, Spike actually looked a little vulnerable. I walked closer to him. He slept peacefully. He was so handsome, even more handsome now, although I missed looking into his eyes.
I wanted to touch him. My hands itched to touch him. If it wasn’t for the sounds of the TV, he would probably have heard me by now. Besides, how long had he been awake? I hadn’t seen this man sleeping before, even though we had been together for over a day now.
This was my opportunity, I took my time to study him closely. His neck was wide, his shoulders were broad. His chest fell and rose softly with every breath. There was nothing in the world I wanted more than to rest my head on his chest and snuggle up with him. To go to sleep like that. I wouldn’t have those bad dreams again if I were in his arms.
And just then, I could feel a sneeze coming. I was standing too close to him. I didn’t have time to step away. I lifted an arm up to cover my mouth and…achoo!
Spike’s eyelids moved. He was awake.Before I even knew what was happening, Spike had grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to the couch. I managed to squeal from the shock of it, but he put a hand over my mouth and pinned me down on the couch, straddling me, pushing into me with his body.
