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Nelle was in his clubhouse. In his room. She was welcomed here for the night. With an agreement. Nelle was Slade's for the night. That meant looking, touching, feeling, kissing, sucking, fucking. Everything.
Slade heard Nelle start to wiggle around, trying to stand up. The wet bathtub was going to make it even more impossible.
“Have to pick you up now,” he said.
He reached for a towel and tossed it over his shoulder. When his fingertips touched hot skin, Slade felt a lion-like roar ready to escape from his mouth.
Nelle felt heavenly. Nothing like the feel of a woman’s body. Something about how they were created. Designed to drive a man to the brink of insanity with just one look or feel.
Once standing, Slade opened the towel and placed it around Nelle’s body. She then fell back against him. She looked up at him. His jaw flexed. Her drunk eyes demanded a kiss. Slade spun Nelle around and he grabbed her jaw with his right hand. She gasped and clutched the towel tight around her body.
“Let me get you a T-shirt to wear to bed, sweetheart.”
Chapter Fourteen
Get Real about Freedom
Morning came and brought with it a fierce, well-earned headache for Nelle. She realized she was in nothing but a T-shirt that didn’t cover as much as she had hoped down past her hips.
Slade was already wide awake, functioning, dressed and ready for another day of outlaw living. When he saw her awake, he nodded to her. “We have a lot to talk about, sweetheart.”
“Not sure what you expect,” she said, rubbing her head. “I told you last night…”
“You gave me bits and pieces. I need everything. Someone took out your sisters. And I think they’ll come for you next. Right?”
“Wow. What a way to start the morning. Not even a cup of coffee?”
Slade curled his lip at her. “Coffee is out at the bar. You remember Maggie?”
“Yeah,” Nelle whispered.
“I’ll be back in a little bit. Then I want the whole story.”
“You don’t have to be a hero here, Slade. I don’t need to be saved.”
“I never said I was saving your ass, sweetheart. I’m saving my club from the heat you brought to it.”
That made Nelle swallow hard and feel two inches tall. She watched Slade rip the bedroom door open and leave. That’s when she quickly jumped up out of the bed and ran to the bathroom to find what she could of her own clothing. When she felt like she was going to puke, she ran to the bathroom sink and splashed water on her face.
She left her panties on the bathroom floor but put her bra back on. She put the T-shirt over that, but she still needed pants. Her black jeans had dried vomit on the knees…
“Gross,” Nelle whispered.
She had no choice but to wear them. She did take a towel, wet it and wipe the knees. She also found a bottle of cologne and sprayed her jeans. Now she smelled like Slade. Her nose tingled at the scent and her brain sent instant signals between her legs.
“Fuck,” she whispered, remembering how it felt last night when Slade stripped her. Showered her. Picked her up out of the shower. Touching her. Yet nothing else happened. That made Nelle feel even better about herself.
I can’t even get a biker to fuck me… wonderful.
She tucked a small part of the end of the T-shirt into her jeans to give herself somewhat of a more normal look. The hangover still pounded in her head as though there was an active construction site set up just behind her eyes.
When she finally made it out to the bar, she plopped down and recognized Maggie. The two women nodded at each other.
“You look like shit,” a woman’s voice next to Nelle said.
“Thanks,” Nelle said. “Glad I asked for your opinion.”
“Watch your fucking mouth near me,” the woman said.
