BITTER SWEET CRAVINGS (The Kingsmen MC Book 6) (8 page)

“Uh… Harris?” I cross my arms conspicuously as he devours my tits with his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

He steps closer to me, with Dana shooting me death stares behind him mouthing “What are you doing?” under her breath.

The scrub-clad doctor with tired eyes and chin stubble moves closer to me, looking eager to touch what he’s been lustfully looking upon for the last few seconds.

“I heard you had some kind of car trouble last night. I wanted to check on you and make sure you’re all right” He slides his hands past my sides to clasp behind my back and bends down to graze my unresponsive lips with his own.

I unconsciously tighten my muscles as I feel his body begin to touch mine. My stomach begins to constrict with discomfort.

“I-I’m fine.”

He holds tight, continuing the faux affection I’d instigated the last time I’d seen him, although his intentions are
very
real.

“I was worried,” he whispers in my ear.

Dana’s mouth practically drops to the floor at the familiarity Harris is showing me.

“Um- you’ve met my sister? Dana?” I step aside, pushing my arms even tighter over my chest to conceal whatever they can.

“Just as gorgeous as her sister,” Harris reaches out for Dana’s limp hand and raises it to his lips before kissing the flat top like a gentleman from an old-fashioned movie.

She smiles awkwardly. “Thank you, Dr. Walker. You’re too kind. Really.”

Once the man is done with his admiration of my sibling and his attention is turned back to me, the reason for his visit, Dana wipes her hand exaggeratedly against her clothes, wrinkling her face in disgust.

I hold my breath and bite my cheek to keep from laughing and giving her away.

I take hold of Harris’s arm and lead him away from Dana before she unintentionally insults him. My place is small, so unless I want to take our little visit to the steam-filled bathroom or Dana’s room, formerly known as the guest room, the only place to guide him is my bedroom.

My gut is screaming not to do it, not to take him into the sanctuary that will only serve to offer more mixed messages, but I can’t have Dana eavesdropping.

Once the door is closed, Harris turns on his heel, pressing me into the door. His hands seize my breasts, toying aggressively with the pert nipples that have been regretfully enticing him since he walked through the door.

His mouth takes mine hungrily, forcing it to mold to the contours of his kneading lips. His tongue presses against my tight lips, demanding entry, but I’m able to avoid it by shifting to let him dip it instead into crease of my jaw as he begins to suck on the thin skin of my neck.

“I never thought I’d make it into your bedroom so fast. You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt about this, Charlie.”

I can’t help but roll my eyes, hidden from his view.

“Harris. My sister’s outside the door” I hope it works.

I feel his body slump in disappointment.

“When then?” he asks, desperate. “Tomorrow night. We’re both off. Let me take you out, show you how good it can be.”

His hold is tight, his stare is harder.

“I may have something planned. Can I let you know?” I ask, thinking I’ve secured an exit strategy to his invitation.

He nods. His grip is unrelenting, pressing me closer.

“How did you get here?” I ask, looking to break his attention from my body. “Isn’t your car still in the shop?”

His hand slips down, cupping my ass, squeezing.

I jump.

“I’ve got others. Driving the Bimmer today.”

Wow. I pull back, stretching my neck to give some space. “That’s quite a collection of cars.”

He laughs, his hand getting acquainted with every curve of my bottom.

“A man’s gotta have his toys. Gotta spend it somewhere. What about your Jeep? What kind of problems did you have with it?”

I blush from embarrassment. “I crashed.”

His eyes widen, snapping out of his lust. “Are you hurt? How bad was it?”

I shake my head, “No, no. I’m fine. It was so stupid. Crashed into a pile of garbage cans.”

He laughs. “Are you a bad driver? Because, don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind doing the driving, but maybe I should know if  you’re a hazard behind the wheel?”

I roll my eyes at him.

“No! I’m a good driver! Really, I swear. I-I just accidentally took one of your pills and it really messed with me.”

He breathes deep. “I was afraid they’d be too strong for you. I’ll get you something else, instead. Something a little easier to function with.”

I’m shocked at his quick offer. It’s tempting…
very
tempting. Instantly, I remember the vow I made to both of my siblings as well as myself.

“Harris, that’s not necessary” I hastily look for a reason to politely decline his offer before I change my mind. “They’re tracing scripts now. I don’t want you to get in trouble for writing me another.”

His hard lips plant themselves on mine again, doing their best to draw a response this time. I shy away once more.

“I don’t need to write a script this time. I’ve got my own stash, and I’ve got connections. I can get whatever I want,” he’s quick to inform me. “Besides… you can pay it off in trade.”

He slaps my ass and I fight the strong urge to hit him back.

Sensing I don’t have much time before losing my cool and kneeing him in the groin for his pawing me, I fumble behind my back for the doorknob, turning it and shimmying out of the way to allow the door to open.

“You’ve had a long shift, Harris. You should go home and get some rest. I’ll-I’ll call you later.”

He’s clearly baffled by my sudden lack of affection compared to our last encounter and I take advantage of his stunned state to escape his grasp and the bedroom before he eventually follows, reluctantly.

I take deep breathes of air, thankful for my freedom, but stop in my tracks, causing Harris to crash into me, as T.J. and Dana are waiting like two overbearing parents.

I cringe as the popping sounds of T.J.’s knuckles cracking breaks the silence.

~*~

T.J.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!

Does this asshole have a death wish?

Charlie looks like a deer in the headlights, clearly not expecting to have been caught. I never would have expected something like this from her. Ol’ ladies know better than to fuck around behind their men’s backs. This shit isn’t taken lightly.

However bad this is gonna be for her… it’s gonna be a shit-ton worse for this guy. I crack my knuckles and feel the weight of the heavy rings that are about to do some irreparable damage to his pretty little face.

I’m about to do to him what I’d expect any other brother to do in my shoes if they came across the man trying to fuck
my
woman.

I feel the muscles of my jaw popping as I bite down on an imaginary bit, ready to lunge. I’m like a bull seeing the red flag being waved in front of me, but feel weak hands grabbing hold.

“T.J! This is Dr. Walker. He works with Charlie at the hospital. Just came by to check on her after her little accident last night.”

I whip my head to see Dana’s face as she speaks to me. I know her. At least I think I’ve gotten to know her enough to tell whether she’s hiding anything.

She widens her eyes and sends hard signals with her stare for me to back down.

“T.J., Dr. Walker was just leaving.” Charlie joins her sister in trying to diffuse the situation, knowing full well how quickly and easily this can get real fuckin’ bad.

“
Another
biker?” the doctor blurts out, unaware how close he is to a punch in the throat.

Charlie grabs his elbow and pulls the fool towards the door.

“T.J’s… T.J’s- uh, he’s my sister’s boyfriend. They’ve got some stuff to talk over so thanks for stopping by.”

Damn, that girl is strong! She’s practically shoving him out the door, closing it and locking the handle, deadbolt, and door chain.

“What the fuck was that?” I finally have an opportunity to ask. “There are so many things that are fucked-up with this, Charlie!”

The BMW that I passed while walking up the driveway is now pulling away, disappearing from the window. Figures. He looks like a douche. It’s no surprise he drives a pussy’s car.

“You’re practically fucking naked, in your bedroom, alone, with him. He’s rockin’ a boner and foaming at the mouth. I gotta tell your Ol’ man. You can do your explainin’ to him, not me.”

“Whoa!” she screams, waving her hands around defensively. “Listen to what you just said, T.J. I’ll take your word that he had a boner. I didn’t really care to look, but if I was secretly bangin’ him, ask yourself
why
would he be
leaving
with a boner? Do I really look like the kind of girl who doesn’t finish what she starts?”

I’ve always liked Charlie, but lately there’s been some real tenseness, most definitely from her, thinking I’m hovering and snooping on behalf of her pop and her Ol’ man. She’s right on that count, but it’s not like I got a choice. My prez gives me an order, I’m gonna make sure it gets done.

But, she’s too thickheaded to realize I’m here for her protection, too. She’s been going through some real big shit these last couple of weeks and Vince wants to make sure things don’t get out of hand.

By the looks of the douchebag that just left, I’d say things are steadily getting worse.

“Charlie, I got no choice. If it’s innocent and nothing happened, then you got nothing to worry about. Explain it to your Ol’ man.”

Her face is red, her eyes beading into little black orbs, trying to inflict as much harm on me as they can.

“He’s
not
my Ol’ man!” she screams at the top of her lungs, loud enough for Dana to jump.

I don’t know what kind of instinct it is, but I reach out to put my hand on Dana’s shoulder. It falls into place right behind her neck, offering her my strength and reassurance as she’s caught directly between her screaming sister and me.

Charlie can see that she’s not getting anywhere with me, so her frustration fixes itself on a new target. Dana.

“Is this really what you want for yourself? To get caught up in this? To be treated like property? It’s not worth it, Dana!”

“Don’t get all pissy and take it out on her, Charlie.” I’m stunned to hear my own voice interrupting to defend Dana.

“Don’t worry, T.J., I’ll go take it out on someone else. Don’t bother telling Clink, shit. I’ll tell him myself. End this ‘property’ crap once and for all.”

And with that, she disappears into her bedroom and slams the door hard enough to cause a nearby picture frame to topple over.

I reach deep into my pocket for my cell, and hold it out to dial Clink.

“No,” Dana’s delicate hand covers the screen. “Please, don’t.”

Her eyes are doe-like, her features soft, full of concern for the sister who just royally bitched us both out.

“Dana, you know you can’t get involved with this stuff,” I tell her as gently as I can without sounding like an asshole.

Her slender fingers wrap around mine, sealing the device in a cocoon. “I’m not asking you to
not
tell him. I’m just asking you to wait. Let her tell him like she says she will. Then if she doesn’t, you can. Haven’t you had a girlfriend before? You gotta let them try to straighten this out.”

There’s that word again.
Girlfriend
.
Boyfriend.
She doesn’t get it.

“Cupcake… I’m a biker. I don’t
do
girlfriends. If I find a woman worthy of riding on the back of my bike as well as on my cock, she’ll be my Ol’ lady. The real thing. Not some high school shit.”

For the briefest moment, Charlie joins us just long enough to scowl at the two of us in passing, grabbing Dana’s car keys before slamming yet another door, to no-doubt fulfill her promise and tell Clink in person.

Yeah, that should go well
.

Chicks are crazy. Every one of them.

“So, I’m going to assume you’ve never actually
had
a girlfriend, and by extension… never had an Ol’ lady. So my question to you,” Dana shifts, standing dangerously close to my cock, considering the urge it seems to get whenever she looks at me the way she is doing right now, “is maybe you don’t even see what’s right in front of you?”

Hey cherry-red lips practically glow and shine with the sticky gloss she likes to slather on them. I’ve gotten close enough to smell it before, but man do I want to taste it right now, imagining it tasting just like the cherry-pie she made me the other night. Damn it was good enough to practically make me cry.

I trace the plump outlines of each of her lips as they come closer, the buzz she’s giving me, intoxicating me, is bringing my dick to life.

“Why don’t you
come
find me when you want to talk about this some more.”