by KT Fisher
“Where are you off to?” Drew asks.
“Toilet.” I quickly add.
Maci tries to hide her laughter behind her hand and I widen my eyes at her. Luckily for me, Sketch chooses this moment to approach our table.
“Hey.” He greets us, and Drew forgets all about me.
“Go.” Maci whispers and I take my chance and disappear. I don’t look in Bomber’s direction as I make a run for it. Tiptoeing through the TV room, hoping nobody spots me and catches on to what I’m doing. My father may not be here, and Scrappy is being entertained by a bunny, but that doesn’t mean others won’t report back. When I finally arrive at the bedrooms and I immediately panic. Which one is Bombers room? Shit!
I slowly walk along the dark corridor, praying I don’t see anyone. Whenever I stay at the clubhouse, I sleep in my father’s old room, which is right at the top. If I’m caught, they will know somethings up and tell my father or uncle Franky and I do not want that! Having your dad and uncle ask why you’re sneaking around the mens hall is a total buzz kill.
Suddenly, a hand lands on my shoulder and I jump out of my skin. Spinning around and thinking of the perfect excuse as to why I’m here, I come face to face with Bomber. “What are you doing?” He smirks. “My rooms that way.” Bomber points in the opposite direction.
“Well I didn’t know which was yours.” I whisper, following him towards his room. I begin to think that sneaking around with Bomber is worse than doing it alone, and I hurry him along. Ushering him towards his room, giggling like children as we burst through the door, locking it behind us.
For a moment we look at one another, gathering our thoughts. Is this really happening?
Bomber steps away from the door, closing the gap between us and with his right hand, he grips onto my head and guides me towards him. His mouth captures me and the frenzy begins. I stand on my tiptoes because he’s so tall, but it doesn’t matter because I grip onto him tightly. I don’t ever want to let him go. All of a sudden, Bomber’s hands are on my waist and he lifts me, my legs automatically wrapping around him as he slams me up against the wall. All this happens without a pause from our kisses, nothing is stopping us tonight. Not even my own shortness. His groan makes my body vibrate, I want to hear more of that sound. It’s invigorating!
“Jamie.” I sigh against his mouth. Every time we kiss, I’m marvelled at how smooth his lips are. They’re addictive and I press into him more.
Bomber groans again and my eyes almost roll back, that’s how much I love that sound. It’s so fucking sexy.
“Fuck you drive me insane.” He growls against my mouth.
I grip onto his shoulders, his leather vest under my fingertips but I quickly become bored and I want to feel him.
“Take it off.” I tug at his vest.
He quietly laughs at my demand and swings us around, walking us towards his bed as he looks me right in the eye. His hazel pupils fill me with promise as to how good he’s going to make me feel, and clues as to how he’s going to get me there. My body breaks out in goose bumps as he lays me down onto his bed. I’m glad to see it’s a double and not a single, as some members aren’t that lucky and have to bring women back to a single bed. I lean up on my elbows as Bomber stands at the foot of the bed, watching him as he begins to remove his leathers, but he halts before it even falls from his shoulders.
“How about you take off that top?” He looks to my tightly fitted shirt, it’s the tightest one I own and I wore it especially for him. I haven’t got the biggest of boobs, so in order to make them more noticeable I thought this was the best option.
“Seems we’ve come to a deal.” I sit up and whip it off over my head. Not wanting to waste any time. Bomber’s eyes travel to my red, lace bra. Another thing I wore especially for Bomber. You never know when someone’s going to see your underwear, especially when there’s a man involved. I haven’t had to worry about this before Bomber returned, but since he has, I’ve taken Drew’s rule on board.
“Damn.” He whispers, not removing his eyes from my chest and I swell with pride. I’m pretty sure my breasts got a little bigger too, perhaps they like praise.
“Bomber.” I tease, reminding him that he needs to deliver on his end. With a snicker, and a wide sexy smile, he drops the vest down to the floor and as a bonus, he removes his shirt too.
“Seeing as I’m bare chested, I think you should be too.” He suggests, his voice think with arousal.
I follow his eyes, looking to my sexy bra and grin. “How about you take it off?”
“Always changing the rules.” Bomber rolls his eyes comically.
I shrug. “Well, if you want it off, you have to do it.”
Bomber doesn’t take any longer in thinking and is sitting in front of me, on the bed in no time. It’s so quick that I giggle a bit. Bomber leans in to kiss me, it’s sweet and caring but as soon as his hand reaches behind me and unhooks my bra with just the one hand, he turns hungry. He deepens the kiss as his hands travel towards my waiting breasts. I moan in return when his warm palm covers my left breast entirely, it’s either because my boobs are so small or his hands are quite large and I’d rather think it’s the latter.
His hands slightly push me down and I take his silent request, resting my head on his pillows. Bomber stares down at me, his eyes widening slightly as he gazes down. I’m about to ask him what’s the matter, but he answers my question before I can even ask it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groans and leans over me, kissing me again as his hands massage my breasts. They begin to ache and feel heavy, and when Bomber’s head leaves my lips and wanders down my jaw and finally latches onto my nipple, I release a longing sigh. His tongue swipes so softly and a vibration sends a delicious tingling towards my vagina. It’s as though I can feel him, right down there even though he hasn’t even touched me. I bite down on my lip as he plays with my right nipple while his tongue licks the other. I never thought I could get so much pleasure like this!
“Jamie.” I moan and he returns to my mouth. I bite down on his bottom lip and he laughs.
“You like it baby?”
All I can do is nod in return as he softly pinches one of my nipples. Bomber kisses me and I wrap my hands around his neck, letting my hands travel to his broad shoulders. I marvel at how much he’s changed. Bomber is all man now.
His hand leaves my breast after a few minutes and caresses my stomach, but as he continues to go further south I begin to come out of my cloud. Bombers kisses move towards my neck and behind my ear, and it would feel great, if I wasn’t so concerned with where his hands were going.
“You like that?” My body freezes. Demon?
He’s dead, I know that. So why can I hear his voice?
“You act all innocent, but I know what you’re really like and what you want.” He snickers.
I look around the room, but I can’t see him. It’s just Bomber and me. I should be enjoying this, but I’m travelled back to the Devils compound and diving into the memory I’ve buried so deep in my mind. I can’t go back there!
“You ok?” Bomber asks, I look into his eyes and all I can see in concern.
“Yeah.” I whisper, trying to calm my heart rate by taking in deep breaths.
Bomber sighs, his eyes closing for just a second. “Shit, I should have realised.”
Shit, does he know?
Bomber looks directly into my frightened eyes. “Elise?”
I take in a gulp of air, I need to tell him. I should tell him, but he wouldn’t want me when he learns my most hidden secret. The only secret I have and it’s disgusting. Bomber will look at me in repulsion if I tell him.
“Babe,” he continues, stroking my hair. “I don’t want you to get pissed like last time, and I’m not asking because I’m being a jealous idiot right now, but are you a virgin?”
He words take a couple of seconds to digest and I find myself nodding. Why am I nodding? I don’t know, but perhaps Bomber thinking that I’m a virgin is a bette
r outcome. It could even give me more times to adjust, I didn’t think getting close to someone, even Bomber, could take me back there.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He smiles down at me, he looks happy. Does the thought of me being a virgin please him?
“I didn’t know how to.” I answer in a small voice, feeling awful for lying to him. This is only adding to my lies.
Bomber sits up straight, frowning at me. “You can tell me anything Elise, I mean it.”
“Ok.” I breathe. I can hardy look at Bomber right now, I feel so bad for him. All he wants is to get closer to me and I really want that too but I can’t tell him. I just fear that my lies will bring us to an end.
“Right well, I’m not going to push you. I can tell you’re not ready.” He kisses my cheek and I let it soothe me but it just adds to the mountain of guilt I’m already climbing. “We’ll wait.”
“Thanks.” I smile, keeping my emotion back as I twiddle my thumbs.
“You don’t need to thank me.” He laughs, and he’s right. I don’t, but I want to. I feel like I have to considering I’m being such an awful person.
Bomber stands and as soon as he does, I feel alone. In reality he’s only a couple of steps away but I miss the comfort of his body so close to mine. I watch him remove his jeans and I try to look away from his bulge in his boxes. That really is an impressive sight. Bomber looks up and follows my gaze and laughs, “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’ve ruined tonight.” I look down at my hands, hanging my head in shame.
Bomber is quickly back at my side, wrapping and arm around me. I don’t even care that I’m half naked, I let him comfort me because I’m being selfish and I need it.
“No you haven’t.” He orders, reaching down to collect his shirt that was laying on the floor. He passes it to me and I slip it on over my head, I am enveloped in his scent. Bomber goes to stand by his TV, flicking through the channels. “Get comfy and we’ll watch some films.” He winks.
How did I get so lucky with Bomber? I remove my jeans and place them beside my top and bra that are on the floor. I look down at them, remembering when I threw them off that I did want this, I wasn’t afraid but maybe the thought of keeping something from Bomber has Demon taunting me in my head. As Bomber finds a film for us to watch, I settle under his covers.
“I can’t find any decent films.” He sulks and then quickly turns to me with bright eyes. “I’ve got a suggestion.”
Bomber runs over to his drawers in the corner and holds up some DVD’s. “Ok.” I laugh, trying to shake my troubles from me.
“Baby borrowed me The Sons of Anarchy set, I wasn’t keen seeing as we are bikers.” He laughs, rolling his eyes. “But what do you think, shall we try them together?”
I can’t help but smile, I’ve already watched the first two seasons and I fucking love Jax, not that I’m going to tell him that. “Sure.” I nod, “I’ve heard great things.”
Bomber gets straight to it, setting them up and jumping into bed beside me. He holds up his arm, waiting for me to cuddle up next to him and I quickly scoot closer. His warmth quickly calms me and we begin season one. He doesn’t know it, but he’s taking my mind from my worries and nightmares of my past. Every day that I don’t tell him makes me feel awful, especially as we’re getting closer each time we see each other.
I’m still feeling slightly shaken up after hearing Demon’s voice in my head, but as Bomber laughs at the show, picking out points that he thinks are stupid and unrealistic, I laugh along. He has no clue that he’s healing me, he’s just being his charming self and I’m treating him like an idiot. Hearing Demon’s voice was shit scary and I pray it doesn’t happen again because I want a repeat of tonight. Of course I do! I still love Bomber and as much as I tried to keep him back at arm’s length, he crept right back in and I couldn’t fight him. Not that I put up too much of a fight.
“No wonder Baby said this shit is hilarious.” Bomber laughs. I look up at him and smile as he laughs at the show.
I do need to tell Bomber what I’m hiding from him and everyone else, but I will wait. Not because I’m scared, which I am but because I want to enjoy what is happening between us a little longer. I’m not stupid, I know that as soon as Bomber hears of what I need to tell him, he will run. I don’t hate him for it, because this is all my fault.
It’s the shit reality that when the man I love learns my secret, he will want nothing more to do with me. There’s plenty other women who want him that aren’t damaged like myself and I really don’t blame him for it. So I’m going to keep quiet a little longer and enjoy my time with Bomber. That’s not a crime is it?
Chapter Ten
Elise
Today is the day!
Last night I hardly slept and this morning I was out of bed and ready before my mother. Now that is an accomplishment I won’t forget for a long while. The reason for me being so excited and not at all sleepy? Well, today is the opening of my little boutique!
I couldn’t sleep because I was running over everything in my head. Did I have everything, was my security up to scratch, have I got enough stock or did I have too much stock? My brain would not shut up, even when I decided to stick on some classic Gilmore Girls episodes. Every other normal day, those two would put a smile on my face and have my worries melting away, but it seems my grand opening is so much bigger than Lorelei and her problems how to fish to catch herself a man and that’s saying something, it really is.
Dad drove me this morning, he wouldn’t let me drive alone even though I was impatient and practically jumping up and down at the front door waiting for him. Seriously, I never thought he took long getting ready but when I’m bouncing and waiting, he sure does like to make me wait.
I laughed as I opened the door, my mother and father following me in with huge smiles. I couldn’t believe the day was here. I even did a little twirl in the middle of the shop and my parents laughed.
Drew and Tasha even came by first thing this morning, before opening to wish me good luck and it really meant a lot to me. They had to rush off to work, but it made it even sweeter. I know how busy they are lately and they made an effort for me.
“The guys will drop in throughout the day.” My father informs me after I serve my first paying customer. It felt amazing!
“What?” I ask, dread filling me. “Bikers will be in my shop?”
The thought of their leather vests, some grubbier than others with the possibility of oil and grime on them rubbing against the brand new clothes that hang beautifully have me panicking.
“They won’t stay long.” My mother assures me, seeing the obvious stress this information is causing me. “And it’s not everyone.”
“Only some are allowed in, and they can’t leave their bikes outside. They will scare away customers.” I point in my dad’s direction.
“Shall I park down the street then?” My brother snickers as he walks in, a group of three teenage girls eyes him as they walk past with great interest and he sends them a wink. “I think me being here will be great for business.”
“But not for my sanity.” I snap back.
“Easy.” Scrappy holds his hands up. “I just want to pop by and wish my baby sister good luck on her new business adventure.” He pulls something from behind him and I see a large box of chocolates. He waves them in front of my face, knowing perfectly that I want to snatch them from his hands because he knows the chocolate addict in me. However, I smile politely and take them from him slowly so I don’t scare away the two women who just walked in.
“Thank you.” I reply, tucking the box under the till.
“Anything for my baby sister.” He says mockingly and pinches my cheek.
I shrug him off as my mother looks at us in pride. Dad shakes his head and goes to stand outside, Scrappy thankfully follows.
“I’m so proud of you.” My mother hugs me and it’s embarrassing because one of the two women who stepped in has now approached the counter with some accessories she wa
nts to buy.
“Hi.” I smile at them.
“This is an adorable place.” She says admiringly looking around.
“Thank you.” I answer delightfully as I bag up her things.
“This is her opening day.” My mum adds in. “She’s been so nervous.”
The lady looks shocked. “Oh there’s no need to be darling, this shop will do marvellously.”
“Thank you.” I say, repeating myself. “And here’s a voucher for the salon a few shops down.”
She smiles widely. “Why thank you! I was just thinking about having a trim.”
She turns around and leaves the shop looking very happy.
An hour later a few members have arrived to show their support, my uncle Franky is one of them. I watch as he walks around, a huge smile in place and before he leaves he gives me a huge hug and leaves me to it. Yet another reason I love Franky so much, he lets me breathe.
I must add though, as much as I didn’t want club members in here, they sure do look funny. Huge men dressed in leather vest and jeans standing around a dainty shop full of girly treats. I have to fight back the giggles.
Finally, around dinner everyone leaves me to it, including my parents. I love them and I know they’re proud but I want to be left alone and deal with everyday work all alone. Once the bikers have gone, business picks up and it’s while I have a shop full when Bomber decides to show up.
“Well look what we have here.” He saunters in, ignoring the admiring looks from the number of women in here.
“Shut up.” I laugh.
Bomber stands beside me, gifting me the biggest kiss in front of everyone. I would complain and say that it’s not very professional, but I want these women to know Bomber is mine. So I let him get away with it. After what happened in his room a couple of nights ago, I feel guilty for leaving him hanging like that and I want to make it up to him.
“Having fun?” He asks when our mouths are apart.