Page 41 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
“You look like you regret it,” she said, lowering her mug.
“Regret what?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” she replied.
“Sabrina, I don’t do anything I regret. I own up to all my actions, take responsibility for my decisions. If you’re talking about last night, then no, I don’t regret anything.”
There was a smile tugging the corners of her mouth.
“I don’t regret it either,” she added.
“You should put some clothes on.”
“Okay, but what are we going to do now?”
“Go back to your place. You can’t stay here forever. You need to be in your home.”
Her gaze hardened.
“I don’t want to go back there.”
She almost sounded like a child when she spoke now.
“Your father will be expecting you there. Your housekeeper is there, other members of your father’s staff. If they see you’re missing, alarm bells are going to go off and he’s going to have other people look for you.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be found, not by him.”
“Whatever is going on with your father right now, whoever is threatening you, we need to get to the bottom of that shit first.”
Sabrina glared at me, clutching the sheets up to her breasts tightly, and then with a flourish she released them so they fell down to the floor. Her breasts were in full view now. Every inch of her flawless naked torso.
My cock hardened in my pants immediately. She did this on purpose. To tease me. To remind me what I’d be missing if we left the house now.
A part of me wanted to lunge at her. Push her back. Pin her to the couch and keep her there so I could take her again. And again. Did we really need to leave now? Face the real world?
She stood up and swayed her hips as she walked toward the bedroom. She knew I was watching her, and definitely knew what was going through my head too. At the door, she looked over her shoulder and caught me staring at her ass.
“I want you to think about this all day,” she said. Her voice was sizzling. Her eyes were glowing.
Then she went into the bedroom and I felt as if I needed a cold shower. This chick knew how to set me on fire.14SabrinaThere were three guys in leather jackets on bikes patrolling the estate when we rode in. I knew instantly that they were from the same MC as Spike. When we got off the bike, I asked him.
“Did you get your friends to watch my house?”
Spike was looking around as if he was scanning the premises. He grabbed me by my elbow and started hurrying me inside the house.
“Yeah, of course I did. Your house was broken into. Your life has been threatened.”
Once we were inside the house, he locked the front door behind us. Cherie rushed into the hallway. She had heard us come in.
“Ms. Wyndham!” she cried, sounding a little worried.
“Hi, Cherie. Sorry if you’ve been looking for me. I got caught up with a few things.”
“I went to clean your room this morning and you were missing. Your window was broken,” Cherie said nervously, looking at me and then at Spike. “I tried calling Mr. Jim but he didn’t answer his phone. Sorry, Miss, I didn’t know what to do.” She was kneading her fingers together.
“Cherie, seriously, you don’t have to worry. It’s fine. I have Spike watching over me.”
She nodded and looked at him.
“Did you see or hear anything suspicious?” he asked her.
“There are some men on bikes riding around the estate. They have been here all morning.”
“Yeah, they are with me, did you see anyone else?”
Cherie shook her head.
I was trying not to worry so that Cherie wouldn’t get a fright, but in reality, I was worried too. Being back in this house gave me the chills. There was no warmth here. The rooms were too big. The ceiling was too high. There were too many expensive artworks on the walls.
Especially now that I had been in places like Fifth Gear and in Spike’s apartment, I could sense the stark difference here. This was hardly a home, it was a museum. I didn’t even look forward to going to my bedroom.
“I’m going to fix that window,” Spike said.
“I can show you where the supplies are,” Cherie said and he nodded. Before he left to follow her down the hallway, he turned to me.
“Are you going to be alright? We have eyes on the premises now. Nobody goes in or out without me finding out.”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I said and then watched him leave.
He had no idea how it was physically painful for me to watch him go. We hadn’t been separated in so long that I missed him the moment he was out of view.
I looked up at the winding stairs. Spike expected me to be in my bedroom. I could use a change of clothes! But I didn’t want to go up there. I just wanted to get on the bike and go back to Spike’s apartment instead.
