Page 22 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
I wanted him to take me. Fuck me. Touch me.
Once again, I pressed my cheek to his back and closed my eyes. Riding on the bike with him, the wind blowing my hair, lashing against my face sharply, I felt free. I could say whatever I wanted. I could laugh or cry or curse, nobody was watching. Spike would keep me safe. I didn’t have to follow Daddy’s rules.
When we returned to the house, I saw there were cars parked in the driveway. I knew exactly what this meant. Daddy had some people over. People he would want me to entertain and make small-talk with. Spike helped me off the bike and I turned to him.
“I think I should get changed. Daddy will want me to meet the people he’s brought over.”
Spike nodded.
“I’ll be right here,” he replied, and that filled me with warmth.I was done for the evening. There were four men and two women who Daddy had invited for cocktails tonight and they were still in our lounge, laughing loudly at all of Daddy’s old jokes. I’d played my part, said interesting things about Paris and paid compliments, and looked the other way when one of the men touched the small of my back.
But now I was done.
When I walked out of the lounge, excusing myself, saying I had an early start the next day, I found Spike waiting right there in the hallway. Was I the only one whose eyes lit up? I wasn’t sure if he was as happy to see me as I was to see him. He came toward me and I forced the lump down my throat.
I wanted to tell him how tired I was of all this.
This life I had grown up in. The one Daddy wanted me to live. How was I going to escape it? Maybe I shouldn’t have come back here from Paris.
“I think I just want to go to bed,” I said to Spike instead.
He didn’t want to listen to me vent about my dad. It was important for me to remember that he wasn’t here in the capacity of being my friend. He was here to do a job, and he wouldn’t appreciate it if I got in the middle of that.
He didn’t actually owe me anything, least of all owe me his time to listen to my sob story.
He followed me around the hallways of the house till I was at my bedroom door. Was he going to follow me in like he did last night? I wanted him to. I so wanted him to!
I turned to him, standing at some distance from me.
“You seem tired, so I’m going to let you go to sleep. I’ll be right out here.”
“When was the last time you slept?” I asked and Spike smiled.
“You don’t have to worry about that.”
He was right. He was doing a job, and it wasn’t my job to worry about his welfare. I said nothing more, but went into my bedroom. We stared at each other while I shut the door on him. I was waiting till the last moment for him to stop me. Force his way into my room and pull me to bed.
Once the door was shut, I could feel my body burning up. Why wouldn’t he just do it? Make a move? Couldn’t he feel how much I wanted him? Was I really that wrong about the vibe between us? Or did he have an actual thing with Sophie? Some other girl I didn’t know about?
There was so much I didn’t know about Spike. I didn’t even know his real name or anything about his family. But it seemed as if he knew everything about me.I was lying in bed in my lingerie again. Maybe I was expecting Spike to walk into my bedroom, or maybe I was just beginning to really like the feeling of going to sleep like this. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fall asleep. My mind was buzzing.
I couldn’t get him out of my mind, especially knowing he was right out there. Standing outside my door. Was he going to sleep tonight? What was the worst that could happen if I stepped out of my room and pulled him in here right now?
He could reject me. He would reject me. I would never be able to recover from that kind of humiliation. No man had ever rejected me. Realistically, Spike had already rejected me.
The way I felt with him when we rode on his bike today was something out of this world. I knew I had never experienced that with any other man before. Spike was different. Daddy had no idea what he was pushing me into by bringing Spike into my life.
And it wasn’t just him; I couldn’t get Fifth Gear out of my mind either. Spending that much time at the bar today, drinking and eating and observing. Talking to Sophie, overhearing the snippets of conversations around me—I knew it was a different world but I felt a crazy sense of belonging there. I knew I didn’t fit in. I knew everyone was looking at me funny, and maybe most of them wouldn’t believe me—but I felt something there. I wanted to go there again.
