The Biker's Fate Chapter 314

I awoke with a start and sat up, realizing quickly I was in our bedroom in total darkness.

"Babe?" Maverick grumbled and pulled me back down.

"What happened?" I demanded.

"With what?" he asked, wrapping his arm around my waist and snuggling close.

"Flea," I snapped.

"Right." Maverick yawned. "He's good."

"What?" I squeaked, and sat up again.

"Baby, can we sleep a bit longer and talk about it later?"

"No, we absolutely cannot," I hissed, and smacked his leg.

"It was worth a shot," he grumbled.

"Start talking."

Maverick tugged me back down and kissed me gently. "Flea's fine. He's at the compound with the woman he's currently seeing." He kissed me again.

I growled in frustration. "Stop kissing me and tell me what the hell happened."

"He and Lori were at the Brass Frog. Apparently, some moron dumped a pitcher of beer all over Flea, which meant he had to take his cut off to wipe up. The cut was stolen, so obviously the asshat did it on purpose."

"Do they know who did it?"

"Yep."

I smacked his chest. "Who?"

"One of the Spiders. That's all I'm gonna tell you, baby doll."

"So they were sending a message," I deduced. "To me."

"To us."

I shivered. "Through me."

"Quit."

"No."

He pulled me over his chest. "This does not touch you, Lil."

"It has already touched me!" I countered. "That poor man, whoever he was, was delivered right to me. The Spiders know my schedule—"

"No one will touch you, Lily," he interrupted.

"You can't watch me twenty-four hours a day."

"Wanna bet?"

"I have to pee." I bit back frustrated tears and climbed off the bed. "Do you need to watch me?"

"Babe." Maverick flipped on the lamp next to the bed... obviously, so I wouldn't trip over something on the way to the bathroom. Because he was sweet and thoughtful and wanted to keep me safe... and I was a shrew.

After doing my thing, I headed back to the bedroom and found Maverick watching me. His chest was bare (technically, he was naked, but the bedding covered his lower half), and he had one arm behind his head which emphasized his muscles. I bit my lip when he gave me a tired smile then I climbed back into bed and kissed his chest. "I'm sorry."

"Babe, I get it. This sucks. But you have to trust I've got your back. Everyone does, but most of all me."

"I know. I'm just freaked. And tired," I admitted. "But I shouldn't take it out on you."

Maverick chuckled. "I'm the only one you can take it out on, Lil. No one else'll put up with it."

"Well, there is that," I agreed, kissing his chest again and then working my way south.

I dragged the cami I was wearing over my head and threw it into the corner then went back to kissing every inch of my man's body.

He gave me about three minutes before his hands were under my armpits and he was dragging me up his body. He rolled me onto my back, tore off my panties, and slid into me, kissing me deeply. Without warning, my stomach roiled, and I shoved at his chest with a whimper.

"Lil?"

"Gonna be sick."

He jumped off me, and I rushed to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time. Maverick stepped over to me and pulled my hair away from my face. "You okay?"

I shook my head. "I'm dying."

"Do you think you ate something weird?"

I shrugged. "Probably."

"It's not...?"

"No, baby, the cancer's not back," I assured him. "The blood tests came back normal, remember?"

He hunkered down beside me. "That was a month ago."

"It's not cancer." I leaned against the toilet. "Pretty sure it was the burrito I ate last night. Those trucks can be suspect sometimes."

"At least, you're not on tonight."

I nodded. "Sorry about your blue balls."

"I'm good, baby." He stroked my cheek. "Gonna get you some Sprite."

"We don't have any."

"I know. I'm gonna run to the store."

"Mom'll have some."

"You want her down here fussing?"

I sighed. "It's better than you having to tell Dad you're leaving. He'll be down here hovering."

"You've got a point." He rose to his feet. "I'll text her real quick."

"Thanks, baby."

He left me, and I decided to run a bath, figuring it might help. I already felt a bit better, which was a relief. God, I hated puking. It was the worst.

Maverick walked into the bathroom just as I sank into the warm water. He set an open Sprite on the side of the tub. "Your mom had saltines, too. You want one now?"

I shook my head. "I'm better now," I said and sipped the pop.

He sat on the edge of the tub and frowned. "I think we should take you in."

"I'm not going to urgent care for food poisoning, Möosh." He frowned, and I squeezed his knee. "I'm a nurse, baby. Trust me. It's nothing more than a tummy bug at worst. It'll pass in a few hours."

I was wrong.