14. Roxy

Chapter 14

Roxy

H e leaves his bike at the Heartlands Garage and borrows one of the cars there. He drives me over to his house after stopping at my apartment for some clothes. I grab one outfit and while I went to the bathroom to grab my toiletries, he empties half my closet into a suitcase. I look at him questioningly, but all he says is, “Just in case you stay awhile.”

I think about those words the rest of the night. It feels like everything is happening so quickly, but the true fact is, the last three years have been leading up to this.

He helps me unpack, making room in his drawers and his closet. I know I should ask him, or at least talk about it, but I’m afraid to. If he’s doing this because of the baby, I know I’ll have to leave. He’s always had some sort of inclination to protect me. Is that what this is?

“You looked wiped out. How about a bath? I’ll make us some sandwiches and then we’ll go to bed,” he says as he pulls me into the bathroom.

He turns the knob on the bathtub, testing the water with his hand. “I could go for a bath. And I’m hungry, but not for food,” I tell him honestly.

The smile he gives me tells me that he feels the same way, but when he curls his arms around me, he just kisses the top of my head. “You’re tired. Rest and eat. Then we’ll see how you feel.”

Already, I’m afraid he’s going to forget earlier and start treating me like his responsibility again. I don’t want him to look at me like I’m someone he has to look out for and take care of. I want him to look at me as someone he desires. I shed my clothes and even though he had planned to go and make food, instead he stands in the doorway and watches me.

I’m not used to being naked in front of people, but the lecherous look he sends my way gives me confidence. Arching my back, I stretch my arms over my head. I smile, but he doesn’t notice; he’s not looking at my face. I stick one toe in the water and moan at the warmth. I get in, sloshing the soapy water, but not caring. I sit up, soap dripping off my chest and he licks his lips.

Picking up the loofah, I hold it out to him. “Can you get my back before you leave?”

He walks toward me, shedding his clothes on the way. I scoot up, allowing him to get in behind me, his legs encasing mine. When he’s seated, he pulls me backwards, my back to his chest. He takes the loofah from my hands, running it across every part of my body. I’m so worked up, I’m moaning and whimpering at his ministrations. My body feels like it’s on an electric charge, because everywhere he touches, I feel it all the way down to my toes.

He drops the loofah, sliding his hands down my body, parting my legs and slowly working the hard nub at my core. He brings me to the edge and back again. Over and over, until I’m begging him for completion. When I can’t bear it anymore, he finally gives it to me, allowing me to come, and I convulse around his hand.

Satiated, I lie back against him. We lie there for I don’t know how long. The water starts to get cold, but he lets some out and starts running the hot again. It’s like neither one of us want to move; we’re completely happy just like this.

“You awake?” he asks me.

“Yeah,” I say huskily. His hand is caressing my belly and it’s doing all kinds of odd things to me.

“Are you excited?” He cups me then, gesturing to my pregnant belly that’s not showing yet.

I tell him truthfully, “Yeah. I am. I want to be a mom.”

His other hand lazily tweaks my nipple that is bobbing in the water. “You’ll be a great mom.”

That’s something I’ve been worried about. I know I want to have this baby. There’s no doubt about that, but I’ve never had someone else that depended on me. What if I screw it up? “You don’t know that.”

He tilts to one side, turning my head to face him. “I know you will be. Look at how you look out for everyone at the club. You’re like a momma bear to all of us. I know you’re going to be a good mom, Rox.”

His words almost bring me to tears. He’s taken a worry I’ve had and completely fixed it with just a few words. “What about you?” I ask him.

“What about me?”

I turn around then, not wanting him to read my face. “Do you ever want to be a dad?”

His hands tighten against me. “Yeah.” His voice is deep and husky. He clears his throat. “Yeah, I want to be a dad.”

Do it, do it now , Tell him he’s the father , I say to myself. But I don’t have the guts to say it out loud to him. I lean back, pulling his arms around me. “You would be a great one.”

He doesn’t say anything to that. We sit there for the longest time, until I finally fall asleep against him. The next thing I remember is him waking me up and caring for me. He dries me off, pulls one of his T-shirts over my head, and props me up in the bed. He brings the sandwiches to me and we have a picnic, lounging on the bed. He’s so sweet to me. I’ve loved this hardcore biker for as long as I’ve known him. And this soft side that he’s showing me is pulling me in even deeper.

When I fall asleep, I’m held in his arms. He’s pulled me so close to him, I’m almost lying completely on top of him. “I’m too big, I’m going to smother you.”

His hands slide down my back, pulling my shirt up as he cups my bare ass. He holds me to him. “No. I want you close. I want you just like this.”

With my head resting on his chest, I fall asleep just like that.