The Biker's Fate Chapter 387

I nodded. "I think we should call it a night."

"At the risk of being intrusive, I'm not goin' anywhere."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not leaving you here alone until I know you're okay."

Well, shit. I wasn't okay, that's why I wanted him to leave.

"I'm good," I lied.

"Nice try, Grace."

"Flea, I need you to go."

"Why?"

"Because I need to freak out and melt down without an audience," I hissed.

He waved his hand, motioning me over. "Come here, Grace."

"Nope." I emphasized the "p" as I shook my head.

"Baby. Come here."

"I'm good right here."

He stalked toward me with a grin that probably just melted my panties off.

"Flea," I warned, stepping back.

He didn't stop, and I felt the front of the sofa hit the back of my knees and realized I had nowhere else to go. I raised my hands to ward him off, but he just kept advancing until my palms connected with his incredibly muscular chest. "Flea."

He smiled, sliding his hand to my neck and tugging me gently forward. "Gonna hold you for a bit, okay?"

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him, forcing me to either crush my arms between us or slide them around his waist. I chose the latter.

I breathed in his scent and closed my eyes, nuzzling into this chest and holding him tight. God, this felt good. Too good.

Flea

Fuck me, having this woman burrow into me was almost more than I could handle. Her hair smelled like mangoes and I wanted to wrap it around my hand and bury myself inside of her… but I couldn't.

Not yet.

But soon.

I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted anyone. She was beautiful, yes, but there was something else. Something that pulled my soul toward hers. She was the strongest person I'd ever met, and I wanted to go deep and find out what made her tick. She fascinated me.

This shit with her dad was concerning, though. The man seemed to really care about her, but she was still traumatized, and I didn't like that. She should have a relationship with her dad if he was a good man. I was probably going to need to find out what that was all about, just gotta do it quiet and under the radar.

For the moment, I'd hold her when she was scared, and listen to her when she needed to talk. We would have our day to move to a different level. I might not be patient, but I could give her the time and space to figure out she couldn't live without me.

Until then, I was happy to have her tiny body pressed up against mine, because I knew it made her feel safe.

Three hours later, I walked into my apartment, having left Grace when her brother got home. I'd seen yet another side of her that drew me ever closer to her and she was working her way into my heart.

I grabbed a beer from my fridge just as my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and smiled. "Hey, KitKat."

"Ohmigod, Billy, you're fuckin' Grace Lundy?"

I rolled my eyes. "Not havin' this conversation with you, little sister."

"By twelve minutes," she growled.

I took a swig of beer. "Is that the only reason you called?"

"You can't fuck with her," she said.

"Not fuckin' with her."

"You like her?"

"Kate—"

"Seriously, brother, she's one of my favorite people. You can't fuck her up."

"I like her, KitKat. She means somethin' to me, so I'm not gonna fuck her up." I frowned. "And to that point, baby sister, not happy you think I'd do that."

"Don't get all sanctimonious on me," she countered. "The broken hearts you've left in your wake are staggering."

"Every woman I've spent time with knew exactly where I stood. Never lied to anyone."

She let out a long, dramatic sigh. "I know, but they fall in love with you, regardless, and then you get tired of them and find someone shinier. I just don't want you to do that to Grace."

My hackles rose, and I set my beer on the counter. "Gonna say this once, sis. I care about Grace. I've got her back, which means you don't have to worry. Got it?"

I heard the smile in her voice as she said, "You're falling for her."

"I'm hanging up now."

"If you don't give me something, I'm coming over and following you around your tiny little postage stamp of an apartment until you tell me how much you love her."

She would, too. Goddammit.

"Yeah, I'm fallin' for her."

She squealed so loud, I had to hold the phone away from my ear.

"Kate."

More squealing.

"Kate."

"I want nieces and nephews."

"I'm hanging up now."

"Okay, but Sunday dinner. Soon. My place. Bring Grace."

"Soon's not an option. Maybe in a few months," I countered. "If we get to that place, I'll talk to her and let you know."

"I'm really happy for you," she whispered.

"Thanks, sissy."

"Talk to you tomorrow."

"Talk to you tomorrow," I confirmed, and we hung up.