Page 56 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
19SpikeI spent approximately fifteen minutes at the bar, amongst my brothers, trying to get my mind off everything that had happened at the Wyndham mansion, and everything that had happened with Sabrina. It took me fifteen minutes to realize that I couldn’t stand around there doing nothing.
I needed to go and check on her. I needed to stop her from going back to her house.
I threw my beer to the floor and ran back upstairs. When I reached my room, I found my worst fears had come true. Sabrina was nowhere in sight. She had left.
Fuck!
I growled with frustration and ran out of the clubhouse. I knew the others had noticed but I didn’t stop to explain. I needed to find her first. I rode directly to the Wyndham mansion. I didn’t know how she would have even made her way there but if there was something I had learned about Sabrina in these past two weeks, it was that she was resourceful.
Everything looked peaceful and normal at the Wyndham mansion. Someone had even fixed the door that had been shot down by the fake attackers.
I knew the security cameras had already caught me riding in. The front door opened when I stormed toward it, jumping off my bike. Jim was standing there. What was he going to do? Block me?
I pushed past him without a word.
“Where is she?” I growled when I got in.
Some of the household staff came into the hallway to look.
“Sabrina!” I shouted her name and that was when Wyndham appeared.
He looked as if he was ready for bed, except he had a drink in his hand.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” he commented and took a sip.
“Where the fuck is she?” I growled, snarling at him. A streak of panic crossed over his face. Maybe he thought I would physically hurt him. Yes, I would have.
“She’s not here. She’s gone. For the first time in my life, I have no idea where she went,” Wyndham replied. I glared at him, clenching my jaws. One moment. Then two.
“You will never be good enough for her,” he said and he probably would have said more. I had no interest in waiting and finding out what more he had to say. I needed to find Sabrina.
I stormed back out of the house. I knew the rest of the household were peeping from the windows. I didn’t know where to start looking for her, but then an idea came to me.
I got on my bike and rode off in the direction of my apartment.
On the street outside my apartment building, I saw Mary-Beth’s car parked. So that was how she made her way around town!
I ran up the stairs, breathing hard. I really wanted her to be there. I couldn’t wait till I finally saw her.
She was sitting outside my door in the hallway. Her face was covered by her arms but she heard me and looked up. What I felt when I saw her was a mixture of relief and joy. I had never been this happy to see someone.
Sabrina had tears streaking down her cheeks but she stood up and we leapt at each other. I had her in my arms.
“Thank fuck!” I groaned and she kissed my neck.I pulled her into my apartment and we were kissing like two wild animals ready to devour each other.
“I fuckin’ love you!” I said when we parted for air.
I pushed her with my body till she fell back on the couch.
“Daddy planned everything. He staged the whole attack. He wanted me to be kidnapped for some time. For the media to report on it so he could gain the sympathy vote.” She was speaking breathlessly.
Sabrina was on the couch and I covered her body with mine. I held her face between my hands.
“He will never come anywhere close to you now. I am never letting you go,” I growled.
“Spike…if everything had gone according to his plan tonight. You would be dead. Or seriously injured. He hired you so you could be written off as a casualty of the incident. To make it seem realistic.” She sounded distressed and I didn’t want her to be. I kissed her mouth, and my hands stroked her tits, her stomach. I wanted to taste and touch every inch of her body.
“It doesn’t fuckin’ matter anymore, Sabrina. I’m fine. He’s not going to get to us.”
She threw her arms around me, clung to me, kissed my shoulders. My hands wound around her, traveled down to her ass and I pulled up her pretty pink dress. I cupped her milky sweet ass, tugging at the dainty fabric of her panties.
“I never should have doubted you, Spike. I will never doubt you again.”
“Are you sure you want this life?” I asked as my hands traveled to the front of her. She sank back in the couch, spreading her legs apart, inviting me in. I was stroking the wet spot in her panties, right in the hot center between her legs.
