I don’t want to mess my sheets,” I whispered after what felt like hours. I could feel him inside me-- his release-- and knew there would be a hell of a lot of mess if I let him go now.
Don grunted and his hot breath skated across my damp skin. We stayed like that for a few more seconds before finally, he shifted and struggled to his feet. Frowning, I leaned back and said. “I’m not that heavy am I?”
Smirking, he said. “Let’s just say, I might have difficulty walking to the bathroom, huh?”
Understanding what he meant, I mirrored his smirk. One hand was under my ass while the other was around my waist. Don made sure I wouldn’t slip as we made our way to the bathroom. I loved the interior of my bathroom. It was pristine white, almost blinding, and big enough to fit the both of us. As we neared the bath, I reached back to switch on the shower while Don tightening his arms to make sure I wouldn’t fall.
Waiting for the water to be at the right temperature, I nodded and Don walked into the shower. It didn’t take long for us to get wet. Carefully, Don lifted my body. He didn’t put me down until his cock slipped out of me completely.
He tilted his head back as the water slid down his body. Glancing down mine, I saw his release trickle down my thigh. Fascinated, I stared a little longer until eventually I let it wash down the drain.
When I was done, I lifted my head to find Don watching me quizzically.
“What you said about being on birth control, you meant that?”
“Yes,” I answered and frowned. “Why?”
Pursing his lips, he shrugged, causing some water to bounce off his broad shoulders. “The last time I went bare, my ex said the same and, well, Leilani came.”
“I’m not ready,” I said immediately. “I’ve said that before.”
“I know,” he said, pressing his lips to my forehead. “I’ll wait out your entire twenties if that’s what you want.”
“You plan to be with me for that long?”
“You’re my old lady. Like I said, I don’t take that title lightly.”
We spent the next couple of minutes washing each other before the water ran cold. Don was first to head out the shower, particularly motivated by the ringing of his phone. I stayed back, taking time to dry myself off and fix my hair. Thankfully, this time I had them in twists so I did nothing else but check that my ends were intact.
Walking out the bathroom, I caught the tail end of Don’s conversation.
“Don’t worry, she’s with me. No, Il’’ be here for the weekend so you don’t have to do anything. Okay… thanks man,” he said and with that, he ended the call. He was talking about me. But who was he talking to?
Sensing my eyes on him, Don glanced over his shoulder, He smiled but it drooped a little when he took in my expression. I wasn’t the type of person to hide their emotions well. Whether it was fear, curiosity, happiness or anger.
Leaning against the doorframe, I folded my arms. “Who was that?”
He didn’t say anything. Instead, he continued to watch me. His face was unreadable and with his lack of response, it was frustrating.
“Don…” I said, closing the distance between us. “Do you have someone watching over me?”
Finally, something gave him away. His shoulders stiffened and there was a slight tick to his jaw. His eyes tracked me as I moved around his wide frame and grabbed the bottle of lotion on my bedside table.
Looking over my shoulder, I quirked a brow and said. “Don?”
“You weren’t supposed to know…”
Really? Clenching my jaw, I squirted a little too much lotion into my palms. Guess I’m gonna have to start with my legs. Sighing in frustration, I leaned forward and worked my way up my legs not missing the way Don continued to stare at my movements.
Glaring at him, I asked. “Was I ever gonna know?”
“I didn’t want to alarm you,”
“Not knowing the situation will alarm me,” I said, unable to hide my frustration. “What’s going on, anyways?”
“Nothing, it’s just a precaution,” he said and sighed. “You’re not the only one that’s being watched. Honey, Patricia and the kids have eyes on them in case something goes wrong. I’ve got eyes on Leilani and her mother as well.”
“You could’ve told me,” I responded, not knowing what else to say.
“I could have,” he said, his eyes intensifying. “I didn’t know if you’d feel comfortable being watched by guys you didn’t know.”
“I’m not but with the situation I would understand,”
“I can’t tell you everything,” he said. Witnessing my perplexed look, he continued. “Whatever goes on in the MC is discussed between the men—the members of the MC. Just like I don’t tell you a lot of things, Crey doesn’t tell Honey a lot of things. Patricia’s father is a fallen member. She knows how things are handled and knows Goliath wouldn’t tell her everything.”
Frowning, I took in a deep breath. Knowing I couldn’t fight him with this, I changed the topic. “So who is this friend of yours, huh?”
A ghost of a smile played on his lips. “His name is Dandelion,”
I stared with an incredulous look. “Seriously, Don, what are with these strange nicknames?”
“That ain’t a nickname,” he said and laughed. “His ma was high as hell giving him that name. Got a lot of shit in high school because of it. Although he goes by Lion now.”
“Lion,” I said aloud, trying to imagine what ‘Lion’ would look like. “Never thought I’d hear of a guy called Lion.”
“Trust me when I say he freakishly looks like one,”
Well, now I could only imagine a cross breed between a lion and a human being. The image didn’t satiate my curiosity.
“Get dressed,” he demanded, bending forward to grab his shirt and cut.
Curious, I asked. “Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you on a date,” he said, grinning. “And after that, we’re coming back for round two.”
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