Page 108 of Protected by the Biker (Grim Reaper MC)
“They’ve been quiet for some time now,” Tank was the one who spoke now and Axel shrugged his shoulders.
“That doesn’t mean anything. In the meantime, we can’t be waiting around like a bunch of sitting fucking ducks, hoping that they don’t retaliate,” Axel said.
“How do we prepare ourselves for a retaliation?” I asked and Axel looked me directly in the eye.
“That is the exactly kind of question I want you boys to ask me. We have our first shipment of firepower coming in tomorrow,” Axel replied, speaking to me directly now and I nodded my head. I was pleased with the direction this meeting was taking. I’d been tired of sitting around and drinking ourselves to death. Just as Axel had said, I wanted to get up and get going; to prepare ourselves for a retaliation from the Dragon Knights. We all knew it was coming, and we could only hope that it would come later rather than sooner.
However, if Axel had already arranged for a shipment of firearms for our MC; it would mean that we would be well prepared. The Dragon Knights were already trading weapons, this way we would have the same strength as them.
“And in case any of you are wondering; with this first shipment, we will have more firepower than those assholes already do. There are four more on their way,” Axel continued and a collective cheer rang around the bar. Gunner and I exchanged looks and we nodded our heads at each other. He and I had discussed this already. We were on the same page as Axel.
“Gunner, Hunter and Tank; I want you boys to meet with our new associates. The weapons need to get safely into our warehouse,” Axel added and we nodded our heads at him.
“Long Beach?” Gunner clarified and Axel confirmed it.
“When is it due to arrive?” I asked, speaking through the frenzied chatter that had erupted in the bar now. I was conscious of taking Marco to the VA the next day. Our appointment with Kylie was at four.
“Two,” Axel replied and I tried to cover up the relief flooding my face. If I had to choose, I’d choose the MC over Marco and Kylie but I didn’t want to have to be in a position to choose. I was desperate to see that woman again. I was beginning to feel hungry for her already.
I heard the sound of bottles of beer clinking together. Someone had already started passing them around. When Tank handed one to me, I chugged the beer down thirstily because I needed something to numb my thoughts about Kylie.
“Steady on cowboy!” Tank laughed as he passed me another one. I started guzzling this one down as well. Anything to make me forget that I had met Kylie that day. The last thing I wanted to do was acknowledge the fact that a woman had a strange reaction on me. My brothers didn’t need to know that. Nobody needed to know that except me. Axel closed our church session and the rest of the MC started to gather around the bar.
I followed the others to our usual table and sat down, preparing myself for another night of mad drinking. I didn’t know yet how many beers it would take for me to forget about Kylie and her gorgeous body, so I kept drinking.
By the time it was midnight, I was laughing too hard and cheering too loud with my brothers. I could still sense Kylie’s presence in the back of my head, a burning desire for her body. That was probably what kept me away from Jessica and all the other chicks that night, but I was glad that I had decided to drink myself to sleep.
Eventually, just like the others, I passed out at the table with a beer in my hand sometime in the early hours of the morning. And thankfully, it was a blank deep sleep and I didn’t fantasize about Kylie. At least not till I woke up the next morning.
CHAPTER 6
Hunter
Marco clucked his tongue as I wheeled him back into the VA building the next day. The shipment of weapons had come in earlier without a hitch, and I was happy that I was able to grab Marco with enough time to make his appointment. At least he wasn’t resistant to going back there and I had a feeling that Kylie had something to do with it. She had managed to make him feel comfortable, without acting pitiful. She had treated him with respect and he had been able to sense that she genuinely wanted to help him. Kylie Aston was definitely good at her job.
Marco pushed open the door of the physical therapy room with his foot and I saw Kylie instantly. She was standing over her desk, reading the ledger she had been writing on the previous day and once again, I felt an electric shock run down my spine when I saw her.
She looked up when she heard us enter and then shut the ledger close with a thump. The action made some of her curls fly in front of her face, and I couldn’t think of anyone else who had looked this beautiful before.
Kylie was in the same scrubs as the previous day. Nothing was different about her appearance other than the color of the shirt that she was wearing underneath. Also, her green eyes looked brighter, less tired today and maybe I was imagining it, but there was more color on her lips. Like she had put on a colored lip gloss today. Was Kylie trying harder with her appearance? Now that she knew I was going to turn up? There was no harm in fantasizing, I thought to myself.
She had the same kind smile on her face as she walked towards us.
“How are we doing today?” she asked, in her genuinely polite tone and Marco smiled at her. I realized that Marco was smiling more now since he had met Kylie. One of the other positive effects she was having on him!
“Are we ready to get started? I don’t want to keep you too long,” Kylie said and she took the control of the wheelchair from me and walked Marco towards the levers. I noticed how she hadn’t greeted me and how she was trying to avoid my eyes. I was getting the sense that Kylie was trying to keep her distance. She was resisting her attraction to me, which only made me want her more.
I stood at the back as I watched the two of them together. Kylie helped Marco out of his wheelchair and on to the levers. Just like the previous day, Marco had to put in his full force to be able to balance himself using the levers. But he wasn’t giving up yet and Kylie encouraged him to take the steps, one at a time.
Marco was clearly in excruciating pain, and I knew that he was a fighter. But the fact that he was pushing himself so hard also had something to do with Kylie. I knew that he wanted to impress her, for her to think more highly of him. And if that was going to help him get better, then who was I to divert his attention from her? After all, didn’t I want my friend to get well?
But the more I watched Kylie, the more I couldn’t help hoping that she would look at me again. She was concentrating on her patient though, she had barely looked at me once since I arrived and I could feel myself getting desperate for her attention.
I thrust my hands into the pockets of my jeans as I stood there. There was nothing else for me to do but to stare at her. I had to have her. I felt like I was going to burst at the seams if I didn’t do something about it. I had already endured one entire day of thinking about nothing else but her.
Even when I went with Gunner and Tank to the warehouse, to take care of the shipment; I felt like a zombie doing work mechanically. If I was hungover, I couldn’t feel it. If I was bored, I didn’t know it. All I could think about was how angry my cock was that I wasn’t inside her. It was like my crotch had a mind of its own and it had taken complete control over the rest of my body and mind.
I saw Kylie and Marco laughing. They had fallen into a natural comfort in each other’s presence as they worked. The more I watched them, the more I could see the marked difference in Marco’s demeanor. The man wasn’t as enraged as he was ever since his injury. Neither did he look depressed and he spoke casually, making jokes and flirting lightly with Kylie. And as glad as I was that he was in the capable hands of a therapist like her, I also couldn’t help but want her at the same time.
This wasn’t just about Marco anymore, this was also about me and what my cock wanted. And it wanted her.
I had no idea how long I’d been standing there, staring at her move and work. It was only when she started helping Marco on to the wheelchair and began bringing him back towards me that I looked at my watch. Twenty minutes had
just flown by, and I had done nothing else the entire time other than stare at Kylie and fantasize about her.
“Just one day and your friend is already making amazing progress,” Kylie said, in her usual airy light voice and I felt my cock move in my pants again. Marco in his wheelchair was beaming at me too.
“Kylie’s signed me up for a support group,” Marco’s voice interrupted my thoughts and when I looked at him, I saw that he was still beaming. Marco wanted to go to a support group? It was as ridiculous as flying pigs. He must have seen the shock on my face, because he tried to justify his actions immediately.
“Kylie thinks it will help me cope. There’s one in half an hour. Will you drop me there, man?” he said and I shrugged my shoulders.
“If Kylie thinks it’ll help,” I said and looked at her. She had been staring at me, and now her cheeks flushed but she held my gaze.
“Marco needs to surround himself with people who will understand what he’s going through,” she explained. “Not that you’re not being an immense help to him already,” she was quick to add and I nodded at her.
“I know my limitations,” I said to her and Kylie looked away from me and at Marco again.
“I’ll see you in a couple of days, Marco. Take care of yourself,” she said to him and Marco already started wheeling himself out of the room, leaving me behind. I couldn’t drag my gaze away from Kylie, especially since she was looking at me too. Almost like she was trying to tell me something.
