Forever Faith: A Biker Romance Page 11
“Yes. I want to read for a while.”
“This must be some book. You can’t wait to get back to it.”
“Oh no. My bedtime book is different from the one I was reading outside.”
“So, you are reading two books at the same time, huh?”
“I guess I am.”
“Well, goodnight then, Faith. Happy reading.”
I can’t help but pout a little. I feel disappointed in how little time I got to be with her today. I feel like little by little she is distancing herself from me. In the beginning, it was obvious she was hanging around outside just waiting for me to come home. She would stay up until early morning hours with me just watching movies or playing cards. I was always the one to call bedtime. Not anymore.
After a few minutes, I walk down to her end of the hallway. She is standing in front of the bathroom mirror with damp hair brushing her teeth. She is wearing a white tank top with only panties. The door is standing open. She glances at me and goes back to looking in the mirror and brushing. Fucking tease. I lose it and slam the bathroom door shut as hard as I can.
I go back to watching TV. I hear her leave the bathroom and go to her bedroom. I feel like an ass. I want her to come back out here and ask me what my problem was. But no, that is not Faith. She just goes to bed quietly.
After an hour or so, I peek down the hallway again and see her light is on and her bedroom door is open. I half expect to see her packing her shit to leave me. When I get to her door I see her propped up in bed reading her book. Not just any book. Fifty Shades of Grey, bullshit book. What the fuck? Who gave her that? I know it’s tie-you-up and spank-your-ass shit. Every female was talking about that a couple years ago. She really doesn’t need to be reading that shit. Does she get off on it? Or does she get herself off? Oh Fuck. I hadn’t ever had those thoughts about her. Now I am going to be thinking of her down the hall from me every night getting herself off. Fuck me. This has to change. I need a woman. Fuck.
“Hey, Liam,” she says, looking at me over the top of the book.
“Hey.”
“Do you want me to read you a bedtime story?” she says, giving me the hot look with her eyes.
“No. I am good. I just wanted to say sorry about earlier. I was an ass.”
“Why did you slam the door? What did I do?”
“Nothing. Just...goodnight, ok?”Fucking pussy. I can’t handle a little teeny bopper? What the fuck has happened to me? I get out of there so fast like a goddamned little bitch. This girl. I swear. She fucking owns me.
Faith
It seems these days that Liam avoids me. I am so excited when Maria tells me Liam called to say he and I are going to spend the next four days at the clubhouse. It is a long weekend and the club has a picnic and a family day planned.
I am excited to spend so much time with him. Best of all, we will be sharing a bed again. He has gotten so cold towards me. A perfect example is the fact that he called to tell Maria, and not me. I now have my own cell phone, thanks to him. He doesn’t even want to talk to me on the phone. I admit I was pouring it on pretty heavy. Maybe I am not as good as flirting and seducing as I thought. Maybe instead of making him hot, I just made him uncomfortable. I have no clue. But now, I have four days and three nights back in our old room at the clubhouse.
I decide I better get ready, and call Gypsy to tell her I finally want to take up the many offers from her and her mom to take me to get waxed and groomed. Now or never. They are both very excited and promise to be out to pick me up within the hour.
Gypsy’s mom talks nonstop the entire time. I think she has thought about this a lot more than I have. She is full of “do this and don’t do that”. She seems like she is an expert at setting the trap. Gypsy is obsessed with making Liam jealous. She keeps throwing guys’ names out for me to flirt with. I don’t like that plan at all. I do like a lot of the advice her mom gave me. Like I should dress as usual for the ride in, and once we get to the clubhouse, it is one sexy outfit after the other. Be sure I don’t bring any other clothes with me.
This advice leads to another quick shopping trip. Short shorts and skimpy tops along with chunky-heeled sandals. Boy have I changed. Oh well, desperate times call for desperate measures.
They say I need to do something about birth control. I explained that when I was in the hospital, I had a bad period and at the suggestion of my therapist, I got the shot. I am good for three months on that. No side effects so far. I am good to go. They seemed surprised, relieved and happy about that. All set.
I make it home and in the shower just minutes before Liam arrives. I feel like an entirely different person standing in the shower almost hair-free with my new pedicured toes. I went with a thin white stripe at the top of each toe instead of colors or designs. I love them. I hope Liam does.
He raps on the door and it makes me jump.
“Come in,” I say. Nice try.
“Faith! Hurry up and get packed! We are eating dinner with the club tonight. Didn’t Maria tell you?” he growls through the door.
I shut off the water and say “Yes, Liam. I just didn’t know we would leave this early. I packed already; I just need to dress and we can leave. Give me ten minutes.”
With a towel tucked around my body, I pull open the door, and Liam is already entering his room. He must have run when he heard me touch the bathroom door knob. Gee. It’s like he is scared of me. Just wait, Liam. Just you wait.
The early evening ride in to the clubhouse is great. I have my arms around Liam’s waist. He places his hand over mine a few times and once on my knee like he did on the ride from the hospital. He jerks it off of me when he realizes what he is doing. I am so tired of him and his hot and cold stuff. What is his problem? I want to ask him and get it out in the open.
Liam left me with our things in the room. He says for me to not be late for dinner and almost slams the door upon his exit. I think he just realized we will be sleeping together again, in the same bed. When we first came in, he just froze and stared at the bed. How could he have not thought about it before? It is all I have been thinking about.
I change into one of my new sexy outfits. I try to wait until everyone is ready to eat before I go out to the dining room. I miss helping the ladies in the kitchen, but I don’t want Liam to have a chance to make a scene with me over my clothes. My tummy is full of butterflies when I enter. Liam is already sitting at the table, along with most of the guys. No Gypsy or Megan in sight, so I am more nervous. I head to the chair I always sat in before, and quite a few of the guys are up and over to where I stand. Everyone is saying how much they missed me. How beautiful I look. How hot I look. It is a line of them lined up to hug and kiss me. I spy Gypsy’s mom smiling over one of the guys shoulders and I am pretty sure she set this up. The entire club is in on getting Liam to make a move on me. I hear a growl from Liam. I ignore him and make a fuss over a few of the guys just to rub it in. Finally he stands up and calls a halt to it all. The guys keep it up with the hugging and joking about Liam’s comment. We are all laughing and the room is happy and alive. I feel like I matter to these guys. Then Liam has a complete temper tantrum.
“The next motherfucker that touches my woman is getting fucking shot in the fucking head. Sit down! Everyone! Now!”
It is suddenly silent. I look at Liam and he looks pissed at me. Why does he ruin everything? I am feeling like maybe I should give up. He did just call me his woman in front of everyone. But he is so mean.
Everyone is sitting and eating now. Crisis averted.
I feel Liam watching me and I know he is going to make a fuss over the way I am dressed. I think about it and decide I am going to do what it takes to win.
“Liam, did you just say I was your woman?” I ask loud enough for everyone to hear.
He only growls.
“You could have told me. I had no idea,” I say, and bat my eyes a little, just to show how innocent I am.
He slams his hand down on the table and I jump.
Uh oh. I have maybe embarrassed him in front of his guys. I drop my head and get busy eating my supper. The noise is gradually picking up as everyone goes back to eating and joking. I think I just ruined the entire weekend. I take part in some of the conversation, and feel Liam watching me like a hawk, but refuse to look back at him. Dinner, as always, lasts long into the night. I hope to slip away and leave Liam to drink and hang out with his guys. As I raise up from my seat, he grabs my arm and stops me. In fact, he pulls me down to sit on his lap. I feel myself turn red from the neck up. Everyone is watching us. He carries on with his conversation and eating with his one free hand. His other hand lays flat against my bare stomach. I feel myself get excited. I worry I may be wet and try to see if I detect it and feel his hard erection under me. Oh, God, this is all too much.
He is staring at me and I feel his breath on the side of my neck. In my ear he says, “Don’t ever poke the bear, Baby, unless you want him to wake up and attack.”
Still looking down, I ask quietly, “What do you mean?”
“I mean you are finally going to get what you have been begging for all these weeks.”
I suck in my breath and feel like I am going to have a heart attack.
We spend a few hours in the main living area. I am on his lap. In fact, he has never let me go. When we got up from the table, he held my arm until he sat in the big chair and pulled me on his lap again. I have squirmed and moved around trying to keep us both comfortable until I discovered the effect it was having on him.
Liam has drunk a lot and even smoked weed. He never offered anything to me, yet I saw most of the other old ladies doing both. I am not interested in that, but I feel like he is treating me like a child again by not offering it to me. I am sure everyone else my age has done both of those things and probably more.
Liam places an open mouth kiss on the side of my neck. Ok. This is public. Not like Liam at all. Maybe he is high or drunk. I have no excuse for wanting it no matter who can see us. He knows the effect he is having on me and whispers, “Soon, Baby. Soon.”
Am I desperate? Is it obvious? I continue to squirm.
Like the other ladies, I get up to get more beers, or ice, or whatever someone needs a few times over the next few hours, but each time I return, I am right back to sitting on Liam.
Finally, Liam is the first one to get up and say we are going to turn in for the night. He pats my leg for me to stand and I realize he is holding my hand and coming with me instead of sending me on alone first. I hug a few of the girls on my way. Liam leads us into the kitchen first and as soon as we enter, he grabs me and kisses me deeply. I am confused for a minute, and his kiss catches me off guard. I melt into it and it crosses my mind that maybe he wants to be kinky and have sex in the kitchen? What do I know? He is still holding my hand in his when he goes to the refrigerator and takes a couple of bottles of water out for us. I am still in a haze over that kiss when we get to our room. Finally.
He kisses me for a few minutes and when he raises his head he looks me over from my feet up.
“Where did you get these clothes?”
“Umm… I bought them today. Why?”
“It’s just a different you. I never saw you like this before.”
“Do you like it?”
“Everyone likes it. Too much.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
“Just don’t dress like this in front of anyone but me from now on. I don’t want to have to kill someone.”
“Sorry. I don’t understand.”
“I like the way you are usually covered up. You stand out. It makes you special. This way, you look very fuckable. Too sexy for your own good.”
“Thanks. I think.”
He kisses me deeply again and tells me to use the bathroom first. So I go in there quickly. I do as much as I can, as quickly as I can. Clean my face, brush my teeth, use the restroom, and freshen up. I am so excited and I really, really want this, but I find myself unable to open the door and face him.
“Faith, don’t make me come in there and get you,” Liam says from just on the other side of the door, making me jump. I open the door quickly.
Liam puts his hands on my shoulders and asks, “Are you ok?”
“Yes.” And I think, oh no! He can’t call a halt to this again!
“I am fine, Liam. Please don’t do this to me again. I can’t go through the hot and cold thing again. My heart can’t take it.”
“I can’t stop now. Don’t worry. You have been driving me insane for weeks now. I tried to not be that guy. That old guy sleeping with a young girl. I hate that shit. But I can’t help it. You are so much more than your age. You are perfect. So, all of my plans to hold off for a year or two and let you fall for some more appropriate guy went to hell. I have to do this,” he says and his mouth takes control of mine for what feels like forever.
“Thank God,” I whisper into his mouth before he kisses me.
He raises his head after the kiss and says, “Yeah. Thank God.”
He leaves me and walks away into the bathroom. I look through his things and find one of his Harley tee shirts and slip it on for sleep. I feel uncertain about what to do. I decide to sit on the side of the bed and not lay down in it. I hear the shower and know he will be a few minutes and get more and more nervous. I just hope he isn’t sobering up or over thinking things. I really can’t take the whole rejection thing again.
He comes out of the bathroom, leaving the light on, but slowly walking by the other lights in the room and turning them off before finally coming to me. He has a towel around his hips and my hands itch to reach out and untie it. He stands me up and shaking his head he says, “I didn’t say you could wear my shirt," as he begins pulling it up. I say nothing and raise my arms so he can take it off of me. As he looks at me, I am glad I didn’t get waxed completely bare today. I feel thankful that I went with a very neatly trimmed look. At least I have some coverage. I resist the urge to cover myself in front of Liam.
He takes in a sharp breath and says, “Well, this is different. When did this happen?”
So he knows the before and after. I guess it does make a difference.“Umm, today.”
“Really? So I wonder why? New, slutty clothes, landing strip on your pussy, looks like you were planning this all day long.”
“No. Not really.”
Liam laughs a little shaking his head and says, “I think you are the one in charge here, and I don’t like it. I think you control me and everything that happens. This is new for me. I like to call the shots. Now I realize you have been leading me by my nose since day one.”
“Liam!”
He places both hands on the sides of my head, pushing my hair back and says “Now it’s my turn. I’m in charge from here on out.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Liam groans when I say that. I think he likes the sir thing. He does take charge and I am lost in the wonderful way he makes me feel. One sensation after another, each one getting better and better leading me to that familiar edge. I want more of whatever this is. Wherever this is leading.
Liam has both hands grabbing my hair in the back of my scalp tightly, just this side of painful. He lifts his mouth off of mine and looks into my eyes.
“I am a dirty fucking biker. You were safe from me when I felt paternal and protective over you. Now that we are going here, you’re gonna find out just how fucking dirty I am. I am going to make you as filthy as me. No turning back now little girl. You had your chance,” he says in his low, gravelly voice.
“Good,” is all I can whisper. This is hotter than I ever imagined.
He returns to kissing me and I am on the edge of coming already. My God. I don’t know exactly how, but we end up laying on the bed. My hands are gripping his hair as his face is buried in between my legs. A few swirls with his large tongue flattened against my bundle of nerves and I am screaming throu
gh my orgasm. Oh my God. I don’t know where all of the words are coming from, but I can’t seem to control them and stop speaking. Liam has not lifted up yet and still has his tongue pressed flat against my most sensitive spot as I am returning to where I am and what is happening. I want to tell him that was amazing, but before I can get the words out, he ever so softly begins moving his tongue again.
“Oh God. No,” I whimper and immediately begin shaking and convulsing around his face again. That took only a few seconds. I am ecstatic with pleasure like I never knew existed, but at the same time I am pulling at him to get him away from there. No more. No more. No more.
He kisses his way up my body and is taking little, nipping bites of my neck. My hands are running over his shoulders and around his back. I want him to feel the way I do. I am not sure what to do. I feel like I need to get inside his very skin. I can’t get close enough to him.