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“Your house is beautiful,” she said. Sprite didn’t imagine that it would be so big. Chains had told Savage that he bought a small house, but this place was huge.
“Yeah, it’s quite an upgrade from my tiny apartment,” he admitted. “I found out that I’m going to be stationed at Redstone Arsenal for a while now. I have earned the right to pick where I serve out the rest of my time.”
She giggled, “You make it sound like you’re in prison,” she teased.
He shrugged, “It’s kind of like being in prison,” he admitted. “Although, I do like my job. When I found out that there was an opening at Redstone, I jumped on it.”
“How long have you been here?” she asked.
“A couple of years. I joined the Royal Bastards when I got here and well, this place kind of grew on me. I have to admit, the summers were brutal. We didn’t have this kind of heat in Oregon.”
“Is that we’re you’re from?” she asked.
“Not really,” he said. “I was an Army brat, and my father moved us around a lot. I learned to feel at home wherever we landed. I was born in Connecticut, but we moved from there when I was just three months old.”
“Wow, you’ve really been all over the place,” she said.
“You have no idea,” he said. “But it feels good to finally put down roots. I hope to retire from Redstone and stick around Huntsville.” She liked the idea of Chains sticking around, even if that was none of her business.
“Would you give me a tour?” she asked. “I’d love to see your house.”
“Sure, but after I show you around, you have to tell me about you,” he insisted. She wasn’t going to have much to share, but it was nice of Chains to ask.
“Well, it will be a short conversation,” she admitted. “I’m not very interesting.” She wasn’t trying to be pitiful, just real. Sprite had always been the girl everyone had made fun of in school. They’d call her trailer trash, and other horrible names that made her feel like the lowest life form on the planet. As she got older, boys seemed to take notice of her, but the girls were mean as hell. They saw her as a threat and didn’t let her forget where she came from, as if she could forget the shitty trailer park she lived in. When she became an adult, she learned to blend in and stick to the corners of a room. She felt as though she had no voice—well until she found the Harlots. They became more than her friends. They were her family, and she found herself forgetting the insecure girl she was and started becoming the woman shewanted to be. She found her voice, but every once in a while, she fell back into that same old pattern of hiding in the corner.
“I doubt that,” he said. Chains took her hand into his and tugged her into the house. “I’ll show you around first and then, I’ll bring your stuff in.”
“I can help with that,” she offered.
“Nope,” he said, “I’ll take care of it. You just make yourself at home.” Sprite had a feeling that it was going to be very easy to make herself at home in his place.
“I’d love a bath,” she said. Sprite hadn’t had a real bath in years. Her mother’s trailer had a shower, but Sprite was a bath girl. Soaking in a hot tub with lots of bubbles was a dream for her.
“Well, the master bathroom has an oversized jacuzzi tub and it’s all yours,” he said.
“I couldn’t take your bathroom,” she insisted.
He stopped halfway through the door and turned back to face her. Sprite nearly ran into him as he wrapped his arms around her. “I was hoping that we could share the master bathroom and bedroom,” he whispered.
“Oh,” she breathed. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be in your way.”
“I’m more than sure,” he said. Chains pulled her hands down to his erection and she gasped. She wasn’t sure if he was actually going to take her up on her offer of just sex, but now, she had no doubts.
Sprite let her hands trace his shaft and loved the little moan that he gave her. “If you keep that up, we’re not going to get into the house,” he breathed. He took her hand from his erection and pulled it up to his mouth, kissing her palm. “Come on,” he ordered.
She followed him through the house as he quickly showed her through the first floor. “There’s not much in the fridge, butI’ll grab some groceries tomorrow on my way home.” Sprite nodded and smiled, thinking about how much she didn’t care about groceries at the moment. She couldn’t wait to see the second floor of his house and sink into the bath that he had promised her. Hopefully, she’d be able to convince him to take one with her.
“Come on,” he ordered, tugging her up the stairs with him. “That’s a spare bedroom there,” he said, nodding to the door in front of them. “This is a room that I use as an office, and that’s the master bedroom.” He opened the door to the room and stopped in his tracks. “If you don’t want this, say so now. You can stay here with me and use the spare room, Sprite.”
“You sound like you’re trying to talk me out of this, Chains,” she whispered. Or maybe he had just changed his mind and didn’t have the nerve to tell her so.
“I’m not trying to change your mind, Sprite,” he assured. “I want you more than anyone I’ve ever wanted. I’ve been watching you for weeks, trying to come up with the courage to ask you out,” he whispered. Sprite wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled into his warm body. His musky scent made her want to climb him like a tree and take what she wanted from him, but she was sure that would scare the poor guy off.
“You seemed so self-confident at the bar when you asked me for my phone number,” she said. At first, she believed Chains to be just another one of the bikers, hitting on her to see if she’d agree to go home with him for the night. But she never did. Chains was the first guy she had gone home with. He was the first guy who offered her more than just a hot night in bed. He seemed to want to protect her and right now, she needed him.
“Well, it took me four weeks and a lot of rehearsal in front of the bathroom mirror to work up the nerve to ask you for your number,” Chains admitted.
“No way,” Sprite breathed. “You were that nervous about asking me out?” she asked.
