Page 12 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
That wetness between my legs was beginning to drip down the insides of my thighs. I could feel the dampness in my panties. My loins stirred. I could feel my nipples achingly erect in my bra.
“What do you want?” I asked. I dared to ask.
He brought his face even closer to me then. I could touch him if I had the courage. Every cell in my body wanted to touch him, but Spike moved away. He straightened up, giving me one last once-over.
“I want to do my job and then get out of here,” he replied. I watched as he took long steps to my bedroom door. That was it? He was going to leave now? Leave me hot and heavy, panting for him under the covers?
“Where are you going?” I cried out. Just a few minutes ago, I’d been trying to get rid of him, and now I felt panicked at being left alone.
“You don’t have to worry, I won’t go far. I’m still going to be watching you. You should rest.”
Spike left the room, gently shutting the door behind him.
This was the moment I had been looking forward to all day. The chance to finally be alone in my room. Now, it felt different. I wished he hadn’t left. I wished he made a move.
I had never wanted to be touched by a man as desperately as I fantasized about being touched by him.I should have been able to fall asleep easily. I wanted to sleep so I didn’t have to think. I was jet-lagged, tired and I’d had a headache since before I got on the flight from Paris. Now, as I lay alone in my bed, I couldn’t remember any of the reasons why I should have been sleeping. Instead, I was trying to make sense of what was happening to me. Why Spike was here. Why daddy picked him to be my bodyguard. Why he was lying to me about the real reason behind it.
Why, why, why?
I threw off the covers and got out of bed. Now, I felt like a fool for parading myself around him when he didn’t even make a move on me!
Not many men would be able to resist a display like that. I knew the kind of reaction my body was capable of causing in men. I didn’t enjoy using it like that before, but I wanted a reaction from Spike. He refused to give it to me.
I walked over to the tall mirror on the other side of the room. I stared at myself in it. Long shapely legs. Narrow waist. Black lace lingerie with my big breasts spilling over the top. I had an hourglass figure, the kind that fit vintage dresses perfectly. My long shiny dark hair tumbled down my shoulders. I looked at myself in profile, then faced the mirror again, trying to make sense of it.
Was Spike really that honorable? Was he afraid of Daddy? Neither of those two things seemed real. I didn’t know much about bikers but Spike didn’t seem like he had a strict moral compass when it came to women and sleeping around. And he was definitely not afraid of my father.
Then what was it? Why was he resisting me?
Was this job really that important to him?
I returned to the bed and lay back down. The more I thought about him, the more I wanted to touch myself. I was still wet. I considered taking off my lingerie and having a cold shower. Maybe that was what I needed. Just to cool off.
Instead, I rolled over till my hand was wedged between the bed and me. My clit was swollen, and my fingers traveled down my panties till I could feel myself. I moaned into the mattress when I thought of Spike. The way he stood over me. His eyes roaming all over me, taking me in.
How was I going to get any sleep tonight?
But there was one thing I was sure about—I definitely wasn’t thinking about Brett anymore. It was good to be back home.5SpikeIt took every ounce of willpower still left in me to walk away from that room. I deserved an award for not pouncing on her and taking her right then. As I stood outside her bedroom door, I swung between moments of feeling utter regret for not taking the opportunity when I had it, and then feeling relieved that I was able to walk away.
I knew full well that it was a provocation. She didn’t strip down to her underwear because she wanted me; she did it to provoke me.
She knew exactly what she was capable of doing to a man, and she wanted to watch me suffer.
She thought she was untouchable. She thought she could do whatever she wanted because of her daddy. She clearly didn’t want me around. She wanted privacy, and was trying to do everything she could to get me out of the picture, including seducing me.
