Her Knight in Black Leather (13 page)

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Standing beside the hospital bed twenty minutes later, a mixture of anger and fear warred for supremacy in Michael’s gut. Lisa lay on her back, the bed in a reclined position, allowing her to sit somewhat upright. Nausea swirled in his stomach as he took in her face. Both eyes were black and blue and swollen shut. Her nose was broken and had been bandaged in white gauze. Ugly purple bruises covered her cheeks and lower jaw. Her entire face was swollen. According to the nurse who’d been in the room when they arrived, she also had several cracked ribs.

Cat stood beside him white as the sheet on the bed and every bit as stiff. What held her up, he wasn’t entirely sure, but she’d claimed a hold on his hand the minute she’d taken one look at her friend.

Cat reached out with her free hand and gently squeezed Lisa’s, where it lay on the bed. Sadly, the girl’s hand appeared the only part of her not bruised or broken. “How did this happen? Who did this to you?”

Lisa’s eyes filled with tears, and she gave a slow shake of her head. “I don’t know.” She winced and reached up to touch the cut on her lower lip. It had been split open and now contained three stitches. “I was asleep in your room. I was so tired when I came home from work, I must have gone in there by mistake again. I woke up in the dark with someone on top of me. She was hitting me in the face with something solid and cursing at me.”

Alarm skittered along his spine. Michael furrowed his brow. “She? Did you see her? Recognize her?”

Lisa shook her head again, her gaze shifting to him. “Just heard her voice. She wore all black and a ski mask. Bright blue … ” Lisa winced again and swallowed. “Eyes. She kept calling me a whore. Told me I’d pay for my indiscretions. She kept repeating that, that I was going to pay.”

Cat let out a quiet gasp, the sound filled with fear and recognition. He knew exactly what she was going to say before the words left her mouth. “The phone calls.” Her hand in his began to shake as she darted a glance at him. “Oh, God, Michael.”

Lisa squeezed Cat’s other hand then turned to him again. “She said something else. Said Michael was hers, and I had no right to him.” Lisa cocked a brow, her eyes staring daggers at him. “Jealous girlfriend?”

Cat’s body went rigid beside him, her hand going slack in his. “She thought you were me.” The words left her mouth on a bare, trembling whisper. As Cat turned to face him, her eyes wide and round. The pure vulnerability only added fuel to the fire that ignited in his belly the instant he entered the hospital room.

Over the last few days, he’d heard the rumors, heard them from the drunken men around him as he sat with his brother at the bar tonight. He could handle them talking about him. Hell, he was used to it, but it boiled his blood to hear the tawdry things they said about
her
. Only the weight of his brother’s hand on his shoulder kept him in his seat.

Add to it the threatening phone calls and now this … he shuddered to think what else could happen to her or her family. Somebody messed with her, and he was the reason.

Needing to ease her obvious fear, he released her hand and put his arm around her, pulled her against him. She went willingly, her soft body surrendering to his strength. Some part of him reveled in the closeness, but Cat didn’t just wrap her arms around him, she buried her face in his chest and clung to him, her body shaking.

After a moment, she turned her head to peer at Lisa, tears swimming in her eyes. Her lower lip wobbled; her voice shook. “Oh, God, Lisa, I’m so sorry.”

Lisa offered a brave smile and squeezed her fingers. “Not your fault, babe.”

“It’s mine.”

Lisa’s gaze snapped to his, her eyes narrowing. “I agree.” Her tone was hard and icy, matching the look in her blue eyes. “This all started the night she spent with you.” She shifted her gaze to Cat. “You need to stop seeing him, or he’s going to get you killed.”

Cat shook her head. “It’s not his fault, Lisa.”

Lisa’s anger-filled words hit home, lodged themselves in that dark place in his gut. He couldn’t ignore this any longer and hope it went away. He didn’t want to think about what could still happen to Cat. The night Trish and Kaylee died, he did everything wrong, but that wouldn’t happen this time. Even if it killed him, he’d make everything right again. Cat deserved peace, and one way or another, he’d give it to her. He wouldn’t allow a recurrence of what happened ten years ago.

“No, she’s right. This wouldn’t be happening if it weren’t for me, and I’m going to fix it.” He turned to Lisa and tucked his free hand in his pocket. “I’m sorrier than I can say that you were involved in this. I’m going to call the security service my father uses and have them send out two of their best men. I’m also going to have the locks on your apartment changed before they let you out of this place.”

Lisa regarded him carefully for a moment. “I appreciate that. Thank you. What about Cat? She’s the one they’re really after.”

“She’s not going to be alone.” He turned to Cat, reached for her hand and stroked his thumb across her knuckles. He prepared himself for an emphatic denial. “I can stay at your place or you can stay at mine. Either way, you’re going to be seeing a lot of me because, from now on, where you go, I go.”

Cat stood staring at him. He didn’t have to ask to know what she was thinking. Fear and uncertainty shimmered in her searching eyes. She was afraid to be seen with him lest they end up in the paper, triggering more repercussions to be heaped on her. The whole notion left a bad taste in his mouth.

He shook his head as he caught and held her gaze, imploring her. “I’m not taking no for an answer. I’m not going to sit around and wait until something worse happens. The only way I can really be sure of that is if you’re with me at all times.”

Michael held his breath. He didn’t want to push her, didn’t want to force himself into her life, but this was one area he wasn’t willing to budge on. She was being threatened, and he was the cause. It killed him to think it could be Cat lying in that hospital bed. It brought up things he didn’t want to remember anymore but that stared him in the face all the same. Namely that he cared about her. More than he wanted to. In the short time he’d known her, she’d gotten under his skin, and he liked her there. She’d become important to him. The thought of losing someone else he cared about ripped open an old wound inside him.

Finally, she nodded, and the knot in his chest eased. “I think I’d feel better, too.”

They arrived at Michael’s house an hour later. Cat stopped just inside the doorway. Moonlight streaming in through the windows gently illuminated the darkened space. Memories flooded her mind. She’d lost count how many times she made love to this man within these walls.

Now, as she stood on the small rug in the foyer, she became acutely aware of the man as he stepped in beside her. He closed the door behind him, set her small suitcase to the side, and flipped a light switch. Neither said anything for a long moment. Tension — fine and sweet and aching — rose between them. Pulled by the power of his presence, she glanced over at him. He watched her with those liquid eyes, soft and concerned yet filled with a palpable hunger that made her shiver with the power of his gaze.

“You can have the bed upstairs.” His expression remained blank and hard to read. “I’ll take the couch.”

She turned her head, eyeing the black, overstuffed leather couch he indicated. The safest alternative at the moment. “I hate to take your bed. The couch doesn’t look very comfortable.”

“You suggesting we share the bed?” The distinct hint of teasing in his voice made her turn to look to at him. Mischief gleamed in his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching as he held back a grin.

Perhaps it was his attempt at lightening the tense moment — and his bad boy side for sure — but the thought sent a sweet ache rolling through her belly. Those eyes told her she wasn’t the only one affected by her presence in his house. They dared her to step forward, to press herself against him and seize his mouth. She had to admit this protective streak of his made him incredibly sexy.

After a moment, an uneasy grin quirked up one side of his mouth and he hitched a shoulder. “Sorry. My lousy attempt to break the ice. You look as nervous as I feel.”

She twisted her hands together. “You’re right, you know.”

“About what?”

She caught his gaze. “I do feel safer with you. That’s what scares me about you. How easy it is to be with you.”

Heat flared in the dark pools, an undisguised hunger that flooded desire through every inch of her. The need to hold and be held, to return to that night, making love wherever and whenever the mood struck. Free to give in to their bodies’ desires. Nick had been her first love, but she couldn’t recall ever wanting him the way she wanted Michael. It was a hunger she couldn’t seem to slake.

She gave a miserable shake of her head. “You said it yourself, Michael. Eventually you’re leaving Crest Point, and I don’t do flings.”

Short-lived affairs weren’t her style. They were her mother’s, and she was
not
her mother.

He took a step toward her, settled his hands on her hips, and tugged her against him. Everything inside her sighed with relief.

“I wish I could say I don’t either, but it’s all I’ve got. The truth is, I haven’t had a real relationship in years. I don’t even know if I know how anymore. I just want to spend whatever time I have left in Crest Point with you. You give me this peace I haven’t had since Kaylee died. Despite all the crap that’s happening to you and your family, you’re still here with me. Frankly, I’m amazed by that.”

She laid a hand against his chest. “None of this is your fault.”

He smiled and stroked his fingers over her cheek. “I know, but I hadn’t expected to find acceptance here. Obviously there are people here that still hold a grudge. Hell, even my father hasn’t quite forgotten or forgiven yet. To find someone on my side for a change is kind of nice. I’d like to revel in it while I’m here.”

Confusion caught her in the chest. Did he know the effect he had on her? How easily it would be to fall into him? Into this? She yearned to. Everything inside her screamed for it. She couldn’t remember one damn good reason why she shouldn’t fling herself into his arms and beg him to make love to her. Fall into everything he offered and enjoy him while she had him.

He released her and stepped back, bent to pick up her suitcase, then turned and moved toward the stairs. When he reached the bottom step, he paused and looked back at her. “I meant what I said that first night, Cat. Sometimes you have to be willing to jump into the deep end. If you don’t, you’re not really living. Don’t think about it.
Feel.
Do something just for you, simply because you want it.”

He disappeared around the bend in the L-shaped staircase, leaving her staring at his retreating back. He wasn’t pushing but merely setting the offer on the table. The question was, could she reach out and take it?

• • •

Hours later, Cat lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling. The rest of the evening had been awkward. They sat on the small deck out back, watched the moon and stars shimmer along the surface of the water and listened as the waves slowly rolled into shore. It ought to have been relaxing, except the air between them filled with a fine, sweet tension. Any small talk they attempted was painful. She hadn’t been able to concentrate much past how desperately she wanted to insinuate herself into his arms. Michael seemed to suffer from the same affliction. Every time their eyes met, his filled with hunger.

Finally she feigned fatigue, said good night and went to bed, but she’d laid here for an hour now, unable to sleep. The bed seemed to have Michael’s scent embedded in it, and she couldn’t get her mind to shut off. Here she was, back where she’d been, still suffocating herself because she was afraid to live. She was letting her fear of becoming like her mother rule her life again while downstairs laid the man who set her free. Afraid to love for fear every man would end up like Nick.

Michael offered her something simple — himself — but he did it with his whole heart. All she had to do was reach out and take it.
What on earth am I doing up here? Alone?

God, could she do that? Allow herself to get lost in the here and now, in the man? She’d be taking her one night and extending it. Allowing herself the luxury of indulging in her body’s desires with a man who made her feel safe, who set her free with a simple touch. Deep inside beat a thought that refused to let go — if she didn’t take this chance, she’d regret it for the rest of her life.

Her heart hammering like pistons, she threw the sheet back and got out of bed, padding downstairs in a nightshirt and panties. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, her pulse skittering. Michael lay on his side on the couch, now pulled out into a bed. The soft moonlight bathed his bare chest and a white sheet slung low over his hips. Though the darkness made it impossible to see his eyes, she knew he watched her. She felt his eyes sliding over her. Every inch of her tingled in giddy anticipation of his touch.

“You’re right. I’m coming at this from a standpoint of fear. I’m afraid of what people will think. I’ve lived my whole life by these rules. My mother’s reputation followed us everywhere, and I taught myself to blend in with the shadows. If people couldn’t see me, they didn’t talk. Now this whole … fiasco, it brought it all up again. It’s instinct to want to run and hide.” Her hands trembled with nervousness. She lowered her voice with the ultra-vulnerable sensation that slid through her. If she was going to be honest, she might as well go all in. “I’m also afraid of falling in love with you.”

“Me, too.”

The soft intensity of his voice thrilled her. She still couldn’t see his eyes, but once again, the pull of his gaze held her bound.

“I haven’t allowed myself to love anybody since Kaylee died. If you ask me, I don’t deserve it. Frankly, sweetheart, you scare the hell out of me. I don’t know where this is going. Or if it’s going anywhere. All I know is I like how I feel when I’m with you. I’m done trying to resist you.” Michael pulled back the sheet in silent invitation. “Take a walk on the wild side, Cat.”