The Biker's Fate Chapter 390

Grace

I sat on the floor and untied the ribbons of my toe shoes, removing the slippers and wrapping them together in said ribbons before shoving them into my bag. I was exhausted. I'd worked a full day, rushed over to Cassidy's brutal class, and now I just wanted to take a hot bath and drink a bottle of wine. Maybe I'd drink a bottle of wine in the bath.

Standing, I pulled on a pair of sweats, shoved my shoes on my feet, and looped my bag strap over my shoulder before heading to where Cassidy was doing the same. "Thanks, Cass," I said. "Adequate butt-kicking as usual."

She grinned. "You need to get workin' on those feet."

I rolled my eyes. "God, I know. I'm rusty. But I'm sure that'll all change in a couple of weeks."

"Are you still going to continue to work for Hatch?"

"I'd like to. The ballet gig's part time for the moment. I need the money."

"I hear that." She hugged me. "Proud of you, honey."

"Thanks, Cass. I couldn't have done any of this without you."

"You're sweet."

"Just speakin' the truth."

"I'll email you the food plan I've been using with my students. It's a good one, lots of protein, but the occasional cheat. It'll keep you lean and strong, without being anorexic."

I nodded. "That'd be good. I hate when I drop too much weight."

Movement on my right pulled my focus and I let out a quiet gasp.

"Flea here for you?" Cassidy asked.

"Apparently," I said, smiling back at Cassidy. "He's early."

She chuckled. "He changed the plan."

"I guess so," I said. "Thanks again."

"No problem. I'll see you on Saturday."

Cassidy was married to Ace, one of the members of the Dogs of Fire, and the club was having a family pig roast on Saturday.

"Can't wait," I said, and headed to where Flea stood speaking with Ace. "Hey guys."

Flea grinned, taking my bag from my shoulder. "Hey."

Ace gave me a quick hug, then went to join his wife.

"I thought we were meeting at my brother's," I said.

"Had to help Ace with somethin', so figured I'd stick around," he said. "You looked good."

I smiled. "Thanks. I'm super rusty… which is why I now feel like dying."

"You want a rain check?"

I shook my head. "You promised me chocolate and wine. I'm adding foot rub to that list."

"I can do that, baby. Come on, I'll follow you."

We headed to the parking lot and Flea dropped my bag in the front passenger seat while I climbed behind the wheel. Closing the door, he walked back around to my side, so I lowered the window. He leaned in and kissed me gently and I couldn't help but smile.

"I'm gonna be right behind you."

I nodded. "I'll try not to lose you."

He chuckled. "That'd be good."

Kissing me once more, he walked to his bike and I pulled out of my parking space. My brother's place wasn't far from the studio, but there was traffic, so it took a little longer than normal. By the time I parked in my allotted space, I just wanted to curl up on the sofa and sleep. But… wine, chocolate, and a foot rub were the proverbial carrots at the end of the stick, so I grabbed my stuff and climbed out of the car.

Flea was close, so I handed him my bag and led him into the building. As we waited for the elevator, he wrapped an arm around my waist and I leaned heavily against him. "You wiped out?"

I nodded, biting back a yawn. "Exhausted."

He kissed my temple. "We can hang out tonight and talk tomorrow."

I shook my head and we stepped into an open elevator car. "I'm good. Can't say how I'll be after wine and a foot rub, but we can play it by ear."

"Okay. We'll play it by ear."

We didn't speak again until we walked into the apartment and I was relieved to see my brother wasn't home. It meant Flea and I could actually talk.

"Do you mind if I take a quick shower?" I asked.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Open the wine, Casanova. I won't be long."

I rushed through my shower, towel drying my hair and throwing it into a messy bun on top of my head, then I pulled on sweats and a tank top and headed back to the living room.

Flea stood at the kitchen island, and I licked my lips. He had opened wine, poured me a glass, and sliced me off a piece of the most incredible looking chocolate cake I'd ever seen. "Ohmigod, you bought this for me?"

"Go big or go home," he retorted.

I grinned. "You know, in a few weeks, I won't be able to eat like this."

My time at PBC will have started by then and I would be back on a strict regimen with exercise and food.

"Better take advantage of it now, then."

"Good advice." I took the plate with the biggest piece, grabbed a fork, and he followed me to the sofa with the wine and his beer.

I settled onto the couch and Flea sat in the oversized chair next to me. I took a bite of the cake and moaned with pleasure.

"Grace," Flea growled.

"What?"

"You wanna keep those noises to a minimum?" Flea asked, shifting in his seat.

I raised an eyebrow. "You bought the cake. It's delicious. What did you expect?"

"Didn't expect you'd sound like you were being fucked thoroughly while eatin' it. Don't wanna hear that until I'm fuckin' you thoroughly… cake can be part of it at some point, but I'd like the honor of your next orgasm."

"Technically, you'd be my first."

"Come again?"

Might as well get it all out.

I took a deep breath and set my cake aside. "I'm a virgin, Flea."

His nostrils flared slightly, and he closed his eyes for a second, then turned them to me. "Say again?"

I grimaced.

God! It's true. I'm the last American virgin.

"Hymen intact. No fucky, fucky."

His expression went from confused to amused, then back to confused again. "Are you seriously sayin' that in all your time away at school, some asshole coed didn't try to get in your panties?"

"I'm not saying that at all," I countered. "I'm saying that I have never met anyone I was interested in going that far with. In case you haven't noticed, and outside of the fact I barely have time to sleep, I'm kind of fucked up. I've never wanted to pile that stress onto anyone else before… well, until now. You're welcome."

His eyes flashed with both desire and laughter, and then he was in my space, pulling me on top of him as he kissed me… thoroughly… sliding his hands into my hair.

I stroked his face. "You taste like beer and chocolate cake."

He smiled, studying me. "You seriously offering this to me, Grace?"

"Well, not right now. I want to get to know you a little better, but I like you, Flea. A lot. So, if you promise not to break my heart, then, yes, I'm offering that to you."

"Fuck," he whispered, his eyes growing soft as he studied me again. "Fuckin' beautiful, Grace."

He kissed me again. This time it was sweet and really slow. Without breaking our connection, he rolled us so we were face-to-face, sliding his hand to my pulse and stroking my neck.

"Fuck," he whispered again, dropping his forehead to mine. "We need to talk before this goes any further."

I frowned. "That sounds bad."

He chuckled. "It's not bad, honey. Just want us both on the same page, because when I fuck you, that'll be it for us. It'll be close to permanent."

"That sounds quite definite," I deadpanned.

"No doubt about that."

I nodded. "You know what I realized?"

"What?"

"I don't even know your real name."

"Billy Jameson."

"Wait." I tried not to show my shock. "Seriously?"

He grinned. "Yeah. Why?"

"I guess I just figured you'd have some fancy name… you know, like, Fabio or something."

He burst out laughing. "Fabio?"

"Fleabio?"

He continued to laugh as I watched his beautiful face relax into happiness. God, he was pretty.

"I can't keep calling you Flea," I said, once he'd calmed his mirth.

"How come?"

I wrinkled my nose. "Because it's an annoyingly disgusting insect that bites."

"I bite…" His teeth nipped at my neck. "But only when you ask nicely."

I giggled. "That's good to know."

"You comin' with me on Saturday?"

"What do you mean?"

"Want you at my back."

I smiled. "I can come with you, if you want me to. But it's out of the way to pick me up, isn't it? I can just meet you there."

He shook his head. "Makin' a statement, Grace."

"Oh?"