The Biker's Fate Chapter 395

Grace

Grams was ordered to stay in the hospital for at least two days after her surgery, so Merrick and I were free to go to the pig roast. Dad had taken time off so he could stay with her which made things easier. I'd spent a few hours with her on Saturday, but she'd shooed me out when she wanted to sleep. I headed back to her house and got ready for a night of drinking and food with my man.

I heard the pipes of Flea's bike and grabbed my purse. I'd already fed the cats, but I made sure there was fresh water before heading to the front door. I pulled it open just as Flea walked up the walkway. "Baby, don't do that!"

"Do what?"

"Open the door before you know who it is."

I closed the door in his face and heard him laugh on the other side.

"Grace."

"Sir, I haven't determined if you are a stranger. Please knock and announce yourself."

"My name is Billy Jameson. My woman's bein' funny and cute, which means I'm havin' a hard time not gettin' hard, so it'd be good if she opens the door or I'm gonna have to take care of that on the porch."

I pulled open the door. "Hi."

"Hey." He grinned, leaning down to kiss me. "How's your grandmother?"

"Ornery," I replied.

He chuckled. "Good sign."

"Really good sign."

"You look gorgeous."

"Thank you." I licked my lips. "So do you."

He wore dark jeans, motorcycle boots, a black shirt and his leather cut under a leather jacket. I wanted to peel him out of each layer.

"Stop," he ordered.

"Stop what?"

"Lookin' like you want to lick me," he said.

"But I do want to lick you."

He closed his eyes briefly. "Get your shit, Grace."

I giggled and led him into the house where I grabbed my keys and bag. We locked up and he stowed my purse in one of his saddlebags while I shoved a helmet onto my head. I had a leather jacket and gloves on as well, but I was still a little cold, so I hugged him tight to stay warm. By the time we pulled into the compound, I was pretty sure I was frozen in place.

"Baby, why the fuck are you shakin'?" Flea demanded as he helped me off the bike.

I removed my helmet, then rubbed my gloved hands together, trying to get them warm. "Because I'm freezing."

He took my hands between his and frowned. "These gloves are shit, Grace. No wonder you're so cold. Let's get you inside and warm you up."

"Wine. I want wine."

He grinned, grabbing my bag and setting our helmets on his seat. "Okay. We'll get you wine."

Heading inside, Flea led me toward the stairs, bypassing the guests already there. He did a couple of chin lifts on the way, but otherwise, didn't acknowledge their existence. We were early, so there weren't a whole lot of people there yet, but I recognized a few of the brothers.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"My room."

We went up two flights of stairs, then turned right and walked down a long hallway. Flea pulled his keys out and unlocked a non-descript door, pushing it open and turning on the light.

"Top layer off," he ordered, closing the door.

"What?" I squeaked.

He grinned as he peeled off his jacket, then his cut. "Body heat, Grace. Get your shit off."

He pulled off his shirt and I couldn't breathe. "Oh, god," I whispered.

"What's wrong?" he asked, dropping his shirt on the bed.

"How many hours a day do you go to the gym?"

He shook his head. "Grace, we need to get you warm."

"Oh, I'm warm," I said, swallowing. "Rapidly approaching hot."

Apparently, he was not amused by the fact my pussy was now dripping at the sight of his perfectly formed chest. He let out a quiet sigh and began to assist me with my clothing.

"Lift your arms," he directed.

I did, and he slid my shirt off, then reached behind me to unhook my bra. "I hope this isn't a ruse to get a look at my sweater yams."

He cracked a smile, but didn't acknowledge my extremely funny joke.

Dragging a blanket off the end of his bed, he wrapped it around his shoulders, then pulled me against him. "Arms around me, baby."

I pressed into his warmth and he enfolded us both in the blanket, kissing my temple. I sighed, closing my eyes and letting his heat infuse my bones. He started slightly when I flatted my palms to his back and I grimaced. "Sorry."

"Fuck, baby, why didn't you tell me you were so cold?"

"You mean, stop the ride?"

"Yeah, honey. That is a thing."

"I just wanted to get here as fast as possible."

He gave me a gentle squeeze and I kissed his chest, unable to stop myself from tasting him.

"Fuck, Grace, don't do that."

"I can't stop myself. You taste good."

He shifted and used a free hand to raise my chin. "I can't handle you doin' that, baby."

"So, do something about it."

"Yeah?"

I nodded. "I'm ready."

"We do this, you're mine. I don't let go of what's mine."

I smiled. "Neither do I, so gird up your loins."

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me. "You warm enough?"

"So, so warm."

"You sure you don't wanna wait?"

"Until when?"

"Later? Next week… next month?"

I shook my head. "No, because tonight I want to drink, and I don't want that to impair me." I slid my hands across his back. "I want to remember everything. And, there's no way I can wait another month."

His mouth landed on mine and I squeezed him tighter to keep from falling. He broke the kiss, but kept the blanket around us as he yanked the comforter and blankets down the bed. "I want you to take your clothes off and climb under the blankets. I'm gonna get some heat going."

"So romantic," I retorted as I did as he told me.

He chuckled, stepping to the thermostat on the wall and adjusting it. I couldn't stop a gasp at the sight of his back. The Dogs of Fire logo spanned the entire thing and it was gorgeous.

"What's wrong?"

"Your back," I said. "It's awesome."

He smiled, sitting to unzip his boots. "You like it?"

"Yes. Why don't you have more?"

He sighed. "Scared shitless of needles."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Almost passed out halfway through this one."

"Why did you get one so big? It must have taken forever."

"Three fuckin' days," he said, kicking his boots into the corner, and crawling up the bed to me. "I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it."

I grinned, reaching for him as he closed the distance between us. "Well done, big man. You survived and got something beautiful in the process."

"I'm lookin' at somethin' even more beautiful right now."

"Even with helmet head?"

"Especially with helmet head."

"I'm nervous," I whispered.

"Understandable." He smiled. "We can stop anytime you want to."

"Why are you still dressed?"

"Gonna leave my jeans on for a little bit."

"Why?"

"To help you not be so nervous."

I stroked his face. "I trust you."

"I'm glad, Grace, but if you want to stop, we'll stop, okay?"

I nodded. "Okay."

He kissed me as he continued to hover over me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting the covers fall to my waist. His hand slid between my legs, cupping me and I squirmed at his touch. "Yes," I rasped.

"Open, honey."

I shifted so he could slide his hand further between my legs and then he slipped a finger inside of me as he threw the covers further off me and knelt between my legs. Gripping my thighs gently, he settled his face between them and kissed the top of each. "Gorgeous."

"Flea," I rasped as his mouth covered my core. I wove my fingers into his hair as he gently sucked my clit and I couldn't stop myself from bucking against his mouth. This made him grip my thighs harder and keep me in place, but he kept his mouth right where it was. I bit my lip when his tongue slipped inside of me and my stomach fluttered as he added another finger.