Uncover Me (4 page)

She wasn’t a stripper and I wasn’t a liar.

We were a couple making love, cherishing each other. The fairytale wasn’t in the cards for either of us, but for right then, I’d live in the delusion I’d painted in my mind.

Chapter 3

Even as he undressed me, I could see that something inside him had shifted. Blue was always intense. Closed off like a vault, hiding his true feelings away.

He’d changed since he’d come back from Daytona. He didn’t have to tell me—I could read his emotions as easy as I could read my own.

Tonight felt different. I felt his love pouring out through his kiss. I sensed him losing himself in me…in this moment and us. Rarely did I see sadness in his eyes, but tonight, it was etched across his face.

Is he in danger?

The thought of losing him, having him ripped from my life, had me in a panic.

What if he vanishes?

No one had shown me love until Blue had entered my world. I had been drawn to him; unable to stop the silent pull he had over me. I’d given in and opened my heart to him.

Tears began to sting my eyes as he removed my clothing. I blinked a couple of times, pushing my sadness away.

This isn’t the end, is it?

Blue wouldn’t just abandon me. He wasn’t that type of guy.

Who the fuck was I kidding? I’d spent my life inside the MC. I wasn’t a club whore or old lady, but I had been brought into the fold at an early age. I knew how women were treated, their value minimal at best. Blue seemed different, though, and that was the reason I had given him my body—and, ultimately, my heart.

Standing before him naked, I removed his clothing bit by bit and savored the feel of his skin, taking mental pictures of his body and locked the memories away. Even if it were the last night I’d spend with him, I’d look back on our time together with nothing but happiness.

He’d shown me that love was possible—and that I was worthy of it. I wasn’t a piece of trash to be ogled by anything with a prick.

It’s easy to forget your value when you’re paid to take your clothes off. I’d become an object to men, and I’d started to believe it.

That was until he’d made me feel more.

I deserved a happily-ever-after. I wanted the fairytale I’d been sold as a child.

Blue carried me to the bed, gently laying me down against the mattress. Sliding his hands down my skin, he nestled between my legs, staring down at me as if soaking in the memory just as much as I was.

Crouching over me, he rubbed the tip of his cock against my wetness, sliding in easily. Air escaped me as he seated himself inside me, filling me with a delicious stretch only he could deliver. Without thinking, I wrapped my legs around his torso, drawing him deeper inside. Burrowing my face into his neck, I held tightly to him, holding my body against his.

His hands drifted down my back, leaving a trail of heat as he slipped them under my ass. Cupping my cheeks, he shifted my bottom, giving him better access. I moaned, digging my face deeper into his neck, feeling my body shake in his arms.

“Blue,” I whispered against his neck, feeling his pulse beat rapidly beneath my lips.

“Roxy,” he moaned, thrusting into me in a slow rhythm, stroking my depths.

I wanted to profess my love, beg him to be mine, and ask for him to never leave me, but I didn’t. If he didn’t say the words back, I’d be crushed.

Cradling his face in my hands, I watched him come undone. As his weight collapsed on top of me, I snaked my arms around him, feeling the heaviness against me.

He’d forever changed me. There was no looking back. Even if he walked out of my life right then, I’d have to figure out how to dust myself off and move forward without him.

It was easier said than done. I knew it even as I thought it.

We usually laughed, teased, and the conversation was easy. Tonight, however, there was a silence that was more deafening than I could bear.

Rolling onto his back, he slid his arm underneath me and pulled me to his side. I propped myself up on my elbow, resting my head in my hand, and stared down at him.

“Sleep, baby,” I whispered, tickling his chest with my nails as I traced the contours of his pecs.

The sheet was draped around his waist, small peeks of hair sticking out above the white cotton. He closed his eyes, but I didn’t dare. I didn’t want to waste a moment of tonight sleeping. I ran my fingers over every inch of his body, memorizing every line and ridge of his torso as his breathing grew heavy and he slipped into a deep slumber.

My eyes began to burn as they filled with tears. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen.

Moonlight drifted through the window of my tiny bedroom, illuminating his body. His chest rose and fell with each breath, whispers escaping his lips as the minutes passed.

Planting soft kisses against his velvety skin, I let the tears fall.

I’m not this weak girl.
Fucking shit.

I never let myself dream of a forever. I had known that this wasn’t that when it had begun, but over time, it had grown into more than I’d ever dreamed.

He was my rock. The one person I could count on. My everything.

Laying my cheek against his chest, I listened to his heart beat in a steady rhythm. There was a comfort in the sound, listening to him breathe and knowing he was there. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to dream of our future—a house full of blue-eyed children with their father’s rugged looks and my red hair.

I wanted a family. Something I’d never had growing up. My mother had been absent most of my life. Being an only child, I knew I wanted a large family. I wouldn’t do that to my children. It was either none or a house full. No in-between and no singles. I wanted bulk.

I could see it—his face lighting up as he laid eyes on our first baby, kissing my head and thanking me for bringing his son into the world. The idea was sweet, and thus…just a dream. Falling further into the fantasy, I let myself get lost in his warmth, enveloped by the only man to have ever stolen my heart.

The bed shifted, waking me. Throughout the night, I’d woken and checked that he was still by my side before drifting off again.

After slowly opening my eyes, I found Blue sitting on the edge of the bed, half dressed and staring at me.

“Hey, baby.” I stretched, rolling to my side to face him.

“Morning, angel.” Reaching out, he ran the backs of his knuckles down my arm before settling his hand against mine. “Thanks for last night.”

Is he really thanking me?
“What’s wrong, Blue?” There was something he wasn’t telling me, and it gnawed at me like a disease.

“Nothing for you to worry about.” He flashed me a quick smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Why don’t you stay with me today?” I wasn’t ready to let him go. Squeezing his hand, I gave him a sweet, lopsided smile, patting the empty spot next to me.

“Can’t, babe. I have shit to do, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.

“Will you come back tonight after I get off work?”

Please say yes. Please say yes.

“I’ll be here if I can.”

Denied.
That wasn’t the answer I had been hoping for. It wasn’t a yes or a no—it was a way to appease me, and I knew it.

“Okay,” I said as I sat up and pressed my front to his back, relishing the feel of his skin.

He gripped my hands as I squeezed him. Turning to me, he said, “Hey. Stop that.”

My eyebrows shot up. “What?”

“I can see your wheels turning. I’m here, babe. I’ll be back.”

I sighed, peppering his shoulder with kisses. “Is this the end?” I asked against his flesh. “Just be honest with me.”

He shook his head and placed a kiss on my nose. “No. I’ll be back. I’m not done with you yet.”

Warmth bloomed inside me and happiness filled me. Maybe I’d read the signs wrong.

“I just can’t promise tonight. Shit has been getting heavy at the club. Be patient with me, Rox.” He ran his nose against my hairline, taking in my smell.

Tiny goose bumps dotted my flesh and the wisps of hairs on my body rose. “I’d wait a lifetime for you, Blue.” I climbed into his lap, resting my body against his.

“I’ll text ya later. I’ll let you know either way. Okay?”

“Yes. As long as I know you’re coming back.”

“Angel,” he said, grabbing my chin, forcing my eyes to his. “I’ll be back. I give you my word.”

Nodding, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him quickly. After releasing him, I crawled to my feet and stretched. The worry I’d felt vanished.

Looking at the clock, I noticed that we’d slept later than we normally did. “You better get your fine ass out of here before the guys wonder where you are and come looking.”

He grabbed his shirt off the floor, where I’d dropped it the night before. “Eh, those assholes can wait for me,” he muttered as he pulled it on, adjusted himself, and rose to his feet.

“We all wait for you, Blue.” I gave him one last quick kiss on the lips before I opened my closet to slip on a robe.

“Talk later?” he asked, yanking on his boots.

“Yeah. Now go.”

He nodded with a smile and headed for my bedroom door. Before he disappeared, I slapped him on the ass. His loud laughter echoed as he closed the door and walked down the hallway.

Collapsing onto the bed, I let myself finally breathe. I felt like I’d been holding the air in my lungs since we’d sat on my patio last night. Then I closed my eyes, said a little prayer, thanked God, and fell back to sleep.

Before I went on stage, I checked my phone, but there was still no message from Blue. I wanted nothing more than to text him, but I didn’t want to be
that
girl. Being needy was outside my comfort zone, but he had my head all fucked up and twisted.

After analyzing my makeup, I plastered on a fake smile before I headed for the door. No guy wants to throw money at a stripper with a sad face. I didn’t want to seduce the men, but I wanted to captivate them enough that they’d feel inclined to offer up some of their hard-earned cash.

“Hey, Foxy,” I said, stepping toward the stage.

She counted her last bill and looked up with a smile. “Hey, Roxy. You’re looking—”

I held up my hand. “Don’t say it. I know I look like shit.”

“Get it together, mama. It’s a good crowd tonight. Best tips I’ve had in a long time.”

I sighed, knowing she was right. Keeping my work and personal life separate was a must. The men came here to feel like I wanted them. They were here for a show, and come hell or high water, I’d give it to them.

“Game face.” I giggled as I tried to give her a sexy I-want-to-fuck-you look.

“Close enough.” She laughed as she shook her head. “Go get ’em, tiger.”

“Catch ya when my set is done.” I waved as she walked away and I headed toward the stage.

I stood behind the curtain, listening to my introduction. Pushing back my shoulders, I gave myself a pep talk.

I can do this shit. They are here to see me. Pretend you’re giving a show only to Blue. Every man in the audience is him—no one else.

Once I heard my name, I stepped past the curtain. Then I took the stage, commanded their attention, and let myself think of only him. Clearing my mind, I gave the number my all, climbing the pole, twirling in the air, and bending myself in ways that weren’t natural.