The Biker's Fate Chapter 406

Grace

I had one more week before I began my time at PBC, which meant I had one more week to see Flea every day. After that… it was going to be a crap shoot.

This morning, though, would be the first time I'd seen him in two days, and I knew we were going to be way too busy for any time together. Hatch was still being "detained," and his brothers were finishing up a big construction project, so we were short-handed… again.

I saw Flea's bike as I drove into the parking lot and smiled. He'd beat me here. Maybe we would have a few minutes to reconnect.

I parked next to his bike and then headed inside. "Flea?" I called.

"Back here," he called, and I followed the sound of his voice to the parts room. Pushing open the door, I gasped. He'd pulled a folding table into the room and covered it with a tablecloth. In the middle of the table was a vase with a single rose, along with bagels, cream cheese, and the coffee pot from the kitchen filled with glorious fresh wake-up juice.

"What did you do?" I asked, setting my bag on the floor.

He slid his arms around my waist and leaned down to kiss me. "Figured we wouldn't have a lot of time over the next week, so want to make mornings a priority."

"You're kind of perfect, you know that?" I asked, looping my arms around his neck.

"It's not all altruistic," he said. "Miss you, Grace. Miss having my cock inside your pussy."

I giggled. "So romantic."

"It's been almost a week."

"And whose fault is that?" I challenged, running my hands through his hair. God, I loved his hair.

"How's your grandmother?"

"She's actually really good. She's up more and more, moving around on her own. The doctor's really happy with her progress."

"Good." He kissed me again. "Kate wants us over for dinner on Sunday. You think Finch or your dad can stay with your Grams?"

"Probably."

"Wanna stay at my place Sunday night?"

"I start the ballet on Monday."

"I'm aware."

"Do you think that's a good idea?" I asked.

He smiled. "Plan to get you home early enough to fuck you into oblivion. You'll be well-rested, so, yeah, I think it's a great idea."

I shivered, closing my eyes. "How early?"

"Early," he whispered, then his mouth was on mine and I was holding on for dear life. Way too soon for my liking, he broke the kiss and dropped his forehead to mine. "Fuck."

"Do we have to wait until Sunday?" I whispered.

"No. I'll figure something else out this week, just want you in my bed Sunday night."

"Okay." I kissed him once more, then broke our connection to grab some food.

"Hey," he complained, pulling me back to him. "I wasn't finished."

I giggled. "I'm starving."

His hand slid up my shirt and tugged down my bra, cupping a breast. "Me too."

"We're opening the store in less than fifteen minutes, honey. We don't have time."

He kissed my neck, running his thumb over my nipple. "We'll make time."

"Flea!" Train bellowed. "Where you at?"

"Asshole," he hissed, fixing my clothes. "You good?"

I nodded, and he kissed me once more, then walked out of the room. I grabbed a bagel and coffee before heading to the staff room.

By the time lunch time rolled around, I was dead on my feet. I hadn't been able to sit down for the past two hours, and I knew the rest of the day was going to be worse.

"Lunch, baby," Flea said, walking in from the back.

"Do we have time?" I asked, distractedly as I entered numbers into the computer.

"We're gonna make time. You need to eat."

I continued to enter parts numbers into our database. "I can just grab another bagel."

His arms came around me and he lifted my hands off the keyboard, kissing the back of my neck. "Protein, honey."

I sighed. "Cream cheese has protein."

He chuckled. "Come on. Train's gonna watch the front."

I saved my work, then logged out and followed Flea out the door. He held his hand out to me and I took it as we walked to the Chinese restaurant.

Despite the busyness of the restaurant, we were seated almost immediately, and it hit me that we wouldn't be able to do this again. I mean, after this week, anyway.

"Hey."

I met Flea's eyes and forced a smile. "Hey."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just a little sad."

He slid his hand across the table and turned it, palm up.

I laid mine over his. "I don't want to leave."

"I don't want you to leave either." He smiled. "But you're getting a chance to follow your dream. Nothing better than that."

"I just wasn't expecting to miss you," I admitted.

"It's not like you're leaving town, Grace."

"I know, but I'm going to be slammed. At least here I can see you every day."

"We're gonna make time, honey." He squeezed my hand.

"We better, or I'm gonna be really pissed at us."

He chuckled. "Me too."

"I have two classes this week, but I was able to schedule one on Wednesday."

"With Cass?"

I shook my head. "No, one of the principals teaches a few nights a week."

"Good way to network."

I shrugged. "That's what I'm hoping."

"Let me know the address and I'll pick you up."

"It'll probably be all over before church is over."

"I'll make it work."

I smiled. "Sounds good."

Finishing our lunch, we headed back to work, then said goodbye at my car since I had to get home and change before my class with Cassidy. Hopefully, we'd see each other tomorrow night, but I wasn't holding my breath.