The Biker's Fate Chapter 394

He raised an eyebrow. "Impressively hard, huh?"

I blushed. "Not that I have anything to compare you to, but, yes, you feel impressive."

His mouth landed on mine again and I raised my hips again. He linked his fingers with mine and dragged my hands over my head, pressing his hips into me. I moaned as I rubbed my pussy against his denim again and slid one leg higher. "Flea," I whispered.

"Yeah, baby."

"I want more."

He released my hands and stroked my cheek, kissing me quickly. "I fuckin' love how your body responds, Grace."

"You do?"

"I do."

"I don't really have much control over my reaction," I admitted. "Is that normal?"

"If I'm doin' it right, it is."

I cupped his face. "You're doing everything right."

He grinned. "Just wait until we have unlimited time and privacy."

"I don't know if I can wait."

He kissed me again. "It won't be long."

"How are you so patient?"

"I know you'll be worth the wait."

I kissed him, my heart melting. I was excited he'd be my first. Even if he didn't end up being my last, I knew he'd take care of me in the interim.

"Grace!"

I broke the kiss and pushed on Flea's shoulders. "What the hell is my dad doing here?"

We separated like guilty teenagers and Flea helped me sort out my clothing.

"Grace?" Dad called again.

"In here," I said, just as Flea snagged my panties off the floor and shoved them in his pocket.

I groaned, albeit silently, and headed for the front door.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I brought a new shower head and shower seat for Grams." Dad gave me an awkward smile. "And I wanted to check up on you."

"Flea's here. I'm good." I crossed my arms. "Shouldn't you be with Grams?"

"She's asleep. Her surgery's at nine tomorrow, so I'm going back early."

"Great. I'll see you then."

"Gracie," he whispered.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'm gonna say something, then I'll go."

I squared my shoulders and glared at him.

Where the hell is Flea?

"I love you, Gracie. I know I royally fucked up when I didn't take you with me and Merrick."

I stiffened. He'd never said this to me before.

"I had no idea your mom found my service weapon, honey. I swear to Christ. I had changed the code on the safe the day before, made sure it was inside and unloaded. I have no idea where she even got the bullets. They were locked up separately… with a new code. I changed codes every week, just in case."

I bit back the sting of tears.

"And I know I compounded everything when I shut down. It's why I sent you to Maisie. I wanted you to feel loved and protected, but I should have fought harder to stay present."

"Except, in the end, you refused to let me stay," I hissed.

"It was complicated, sweetpea."

"I need you to go now," I whispered, Flea's chest hitting my back and I realized he'd been close all along. I leaned back against him and took comfort from his strength.

Dad studied me, his eyes wet, his face tortured. "I want to make this right, sweetpea."

"Maybe let her process what you've told her," Flea suggested, sliding his hand around my waist. "Go from there."

My father nodded. "I can do that."

"I'll see you tomorrow," I repeated, and Dad walked out the door.

"Where were you?" I demanded, locking the door and spinning to face Flea.

"I was right here, baby, but he needed to say something, and you needed to hear it."

"My side!" I slapped my chest. "You're supposed to be on my side."

I stalked to the kitchen and angrily poured a glass of wine. Flea followed, slowly, and leaned against the island watching me.

"What?" I snapped.

He shrugged, but he had an annoying grin on his face that incensed me. It wasn't quite shit-eating level, but it was close.

I took a sip of wine. "He'd never said any of that before."

"No?"

I shook my head.

"How does that make you feel?"

"Fuck you," I growled, and pressed the cork back into the wine bottle. "I'm the one with the psychology degree. You aren't authorized to shrink me."

"Grace," Flea said gently. "You need to process this."

"You were supposed to be there."

"I was there."

"You didn't stop him from saying all that… shit."

"Tryin' to give you the space to fight your own battles, honey."

"Well, he is the exact definition of the dragon I require your assistance vanquishing."

Flea moved around the island and got in my space. Close.

"What are you doing?" I asked, stepping back.

He reached for me, keeping me from escaping. "Tending to my woman after an emotional evening."

I tried to pull away, but he held tight. "Flea."

"Baby, your dad's tryin'. And if I really believed you were done, I'd step in and tell him to fuck off."

"You don't know me well enough to say that."

"You don't think?"

"It's been, like, a month."

"It's been more than ten years."

I rolled my eyes. "I was a kid. We didn't know each other back then."

"You forget I was part of all of that. I was there when you and your brother came to the club that night. I was there when you woke up screaming in fear. I was there when you fell asleep against me, and I was there when Hatch and your dad sat down to figure out how to best handle you and Merrick so you felt safe."

"What?"

He frowned. "You didn't know?"

"Hatch hates my dad."

"No, he doesn't."

"I mean, he doesn't hate him, just doesn't trust him."

"Nope, not even that," Flea countered.

I frowned. "What am I missing?"

"I didn't hear the entire conversation, but Ryan came to the compound and asked Hatch to watch out for you guys. He was a mess. You know Hatch enough to know that he loves you like a daughter, so you know he was gonna do whatever he needed to do to protect you." He lifted my face and stroked my cheek. "You're an adult now, Grace. Try to see it through that filter. Not the filter of the traumatized girl. It doesn't mean you have to forgive him, but give yourself a chance to heal, honey. Completely. Whether or not you let him back into your life, you need closure."

I wrinkled my nose and dropped my head to his chest. "I was thinking I'd just grow old and bitter and push everyone I love away."

"I know it doesn't feel like it sometimes, but I've got your back."

I sighed. "Honestly, I shouldn't really expect that from you so soon."

"You don't think?"

I met his eyes. "You do think?"

"Grace, I'm in. I'm not goin' anywhere. I obviously can't predict the future, but we're friends… we're a hell of a lot more than friends, and I want to take this as far as it'll go. So, yeah, you can fuckin' expect anything you want to expect from me."

"Why can't you just be a dick?"

"Can't be somethin' I'm not."

I groaned. "I know."

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me. "Don't worry, I'm sure I'll rise to the occasion sooner than later."

"Don't go changing on my account."

"We gonna watch a movie and make out some more?"

"Yes, please."

He grabbed a new beer and we headed back into the living room to find a movie.