Fighting to Stay (10 page)

“Think it would be best if you go to the clubhouse for the night.”

I feel my shoulders slump.  I knew as soon as I saw the writing on the rock that it was connected to the break in, but I just didn’t want to admit it.  “Yeah.  I will.”

“Good.  I’ll walk y’all out.”

I grab my handbag and Mitch walks Candy and me to our cars, which are parked side by side.

The drive to the clubhouse is short.  I call Jenn on the way and she offers to meet me there. 

The clubhouse is quiet when I arrive.  Jenn’s car isn’t in the yard yet, but I know she shouldn’t be too far away. 

“Hey,” I say to the Prospect, Louie, who comes over to meet me.

“Lacey,” he gives a small smile.
“Come on inside.  Roam wants me to ring him as soon as you’re settled.”

“Sure.  Thanks, Louie.  Oh, Jenn is on her way as well.”

“Already spoke to Switch.”

“Oh.  Okay then.”  He walks me inside and into Roam’s room.  On the bed, there is a bag of my clothing. 

“Roam asked me to get you some stuff.  I didn’t know what you’d want so I grabbed a bit of everything,” he says, pointing to the bag.

Well, I’m not sure how I feel about that…

Louie leaves and I pick through the bag.  Sweet Jesus he went through my underwear drawer.  I feel my face heat, knowing that he probably came across my vibrator.

“Hey, you okay?”  Jenn comes rushing through the door and crash tackles me onto the bed.

“I’m fine!  Gosh, woman, are you trying to suffocate me?”  I laugh, shoving her off me.

“Sorry, Lace,” she says, looking anything but sorry.  “This is scaring me.  Who do you think is behind it?”

“I don’t know,” I shrug.  “Roam thinks it’s my ex, but I’m not so sure.  He hasn’t really got enough brain cells to pull any of this shit off.”

Jenn bites down on her lip, looking worried.  “Just be safe, okay.”

“I will.  I think I’m going to tell Mitch that I’ll keep my distance until whoever is behind this is caught.  I hate that his property keeps getting damaged because of me.”

“Any other time I would tell you to ignore them and keep doing what you’re doing, but I think I have to agree with you.  This is scary shit and whoever’s behind it clearly doesn’t have any regard for the safety of anyone else who’s in the vicinity when they execute their attacks on you.  It’s just lucky no one has been seriously injured so far.”

“I know. I feel horrible about it all.  What if a piece of glass hit someone in the eye today, or something?  I hate that this is happening and I hate that I don’t know who’s behind it.  I just want it to stop,” I sniffle as tears start to fill my eyes.

“Lacey?”  Louie taps on the door, “Sorry to interrupt.  Roam wants to speak with you.”

He hands me the phone.  “Thanks.”

“I’ll just be out here.  I need to call Switch anyhow.”

“’Kay.”  I put the phone to my ear.  “Hey, babe.”

“Lacey,” he breathes a sigh of relief.  “You okay, sugar?”

“I’m fine, I promise,” he huffs again and I decide to change the subject.  “How was your day?  Did the ride go well?”

“Yeah, it did. 
I managed to source some new parts for the workshop, but I couldn’t close a deal on some custom made gear we were hoping to acquire, so I’ll finish that tomorrow and come straight home. “

“That’s great.  I hope the other deal comes through for you.  You don’t have to rush home, though.  I’m here at the clubhouse, I’m safe and I’m going to tell Mitch that I won’t be in for a while, at least until this stuff stops.”

“Good thinking, sugar.  I know it’s not ideal, but it will only be until this asshat is caught.  Stay at the clubhouse. I told Louie you’re not to go anywhere without an escort – that will either be him, or the other Prospect, Saint.  Okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” I agree, quietly.

“Good.  I’ll be home tomorrow night.  I’ll come by and pick you up and take you home.  Been a while, sugar.  I’m aching for you.”

“I’m aching for you as well,” I whisper.

“Better go before we have phone sex again. I gotta say, sugar, while that’s good, ain’t nothing that compares to the real thing.  When I come, I wanna come deep inside you, not in my hand.”

“Okay,” I breathe.

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.  Ride safely.”

I press end and gather my things to take a shower.  I can hear Jenn in the room next door, on the phone.  So I tiptoe down the hall and set about washing away a shitty day.

When I go back to Roam’s room, Jenn is already snuggled up in bed.

“Thought I’d keep you company tonight,” she grins ruefully.

“Good idea.” I smile.  “Move over,” I nudge her legs and climb under the covers.

“So, this is the second time you’ve been in this bed with another woman,” Jenn giggles.

“Oh my fucking god, Jenn
!  Do
not
ever mention that again,” I slap her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she pants out through her laughter.  I can’t help it, I laugh right along with her.  After the day, actually, after the
month
I’ve had, I need a good laugh with my best friend.

Six weeks later

“Oh my god, this can’t be happening.  Hand me another one.”

“Is that one positive as well?”

“Yes, now just hand me another one,” I snap, impatiently.

“Alright, al
right,” Jenn hands me another test to pee on.  I set it on the window ledge next to the others and stare, unseeing, at the four positive tests.  “Jenn, look at the instructions.  There’s got to be something in there about a false positive or something, right?”

“Umm, just let me check, HcG, morning, negative, false positive,” she mumbles as she scans the page.  “
Yes!
  There’s a false positive, just let me read it.”  My knee jigs nervously while she reads.  “Okay, it says there’s a possibility of a false positive and then there’s a bunch of reasons listing why it may happen.  It says the best thing to do is make an appointment with your doctor.”

“Okay, I need to do that, like
now.
”  I reach over and grab my phone, dialing the number while still sitting on the toilet.  I’m so panicked, I can’t think straight, or rationally.  I’m scared and I’m nervous.  The tests have to be wrong.  They
have
to be.  There’s no way I could be pregnant.

The poor receptionist takes pity on me, no doubt sensing the panic in my voice.  She schedules me an emergency appointment for the morning.

I gather all the tests and shove them in my handbag.  I’m not sure if the doctor will want them or not, but I’ll take them along to my appointment anyways.

“I better go, Lace.  Switch is due home soon and I want to show him how much I missed him,” Jenn winks.

“Okay. Thank you, for everything.”

“No probs.  Do you want me to come to your appointment, or will you tell Roam tonight and take him along?”

“Oh, no!  I’m not telling Roam.  I’m one hundred percent sure it’s a false positive.  I don’t want to scare him off,” I laugh, but really I’m petrified.

What if I am pregnant and Roam leaves me?

“I think you’re in denial,” Jenn chirps in a sing-song voice.  Then she says in her serious tone, “Roam is a great dad to Jasper, what makes you think he wouldn’t be a great dad to your baby?”

“There is no baby, Jenn,” I say sternly.

“Okay, miss know-it-all.  I’ll pick you up in the morning.”  She kisses my cheek and then she’s gone. 

Five minutes later, I hear the roar of Roam’s Harley pipes.  I listen as he shuts down the engine, then I hear his heavy booted feet hitting the path as he makes his way toward the house.

“Hey, sugar,” he pulls me into his arms and kisses me passionately.

“Evening, handsome,” I smile, when his lips leave mine.

“Somethin’ smells good,” he says, sniffing the air.

“Uh-huh,” I nod, “I made a chocolate cake today.”

“What’s the celebration?”

“My birthday,” I say, softly.

“What?”

“It’s my birthday, I’m twenty four today.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, because I don’t like to make a big deal of it, but I always make a chocolate cake on my birthday because it’s what my mom used to do,” I explain.

“You best go off and get yourself dressed, I’m taking you out.”

“You don’t have to do that, Roam.  Really, it’s not a big deal.  I’m happy so long as I get my cake.”

“Go get dressed, woman,” he orders.  “Don’t bother doing your hair, we’re taking the bike.”

“Yes, Sir,” I salute.  Then, I walk down the hall, shaking my ass as he laughs.

~*~

Roam pulls into the
parking lot of a small Seafood restaurant, overlooking the beach.  I climb off the back of the bike and remove my helmet.  I try to tame my hair, but I know it’s a lost cause.  It’s no doubt sticking up everywhere, but I’m not in the mood to care.  He takes my hand and leads us inside.  The waitress seats us outside on the balcony, then she takes our drink orders and leaves us with the menu.  The waves crash down below us, and the sun is just setting off in the horizon.  It’s absolutely beautiful.

“Can I take your orders now?”  The waitress sets our drinks down on the table and takes out her notepad and pencil.

“I’ll have the Oysters to start and then the Seafood Chowder after,” Roam tells her.

“I’ll have the Shrimp
Cocktail and then the Seafood Chowder, as well please.”

“Sure thing.  Shouldn’t be too long.”  She flounces off and I look across at Roam.

“Happy birthday, beautiful,” he raises his glass.  I lift mine and clink it with his.

“Thank you.  This is lovely.”

“You deserve it.”

“So, any news on who was behind the attacks at Mitch’s bar?”

He shakes his head, “Nope.” 

It’s been six weeks since I stopped working at Mitch’s.  The attacks have stopped, for the time being, but I’m always on the lookout, waiting for the next attempt to hurt me.  Mitch was reluctant to see me go, when I told him of my plans.  After explaining, he agreed that it was for the best, but he promised he’d keep my position open, for when I return. 

Because I’m not working, I’ve spent the last month decorating Roam’s house.  Jenn and I have repainted throughout and I brought a bunch of new stuff.  Now, Roam has nice curtains and a comfy bedspread. I also put a large plush chocolate brown rug under the coffee table.  Jenn and I spent half a day in the SuperMax Homegoods store buying a bunch of new plates, cutlery and glasses,
and
I splurged and bought Roam a state of the art, brand spanking new, outdoor grill and smoker combo.  He was a little pissed at my extravagant purchase, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t used it almost every night since! 

“I’ve got eyes on your ex in Florida, but he’s too far gone from drugs, so I’m beginning to think he’s got nothing to do with it.  Is
there anyone else from your past, you think might be wanting to cause you harm?”

It’s my turn to shake my head.  “No.  I’ve been wracking my brain and there’s no one.”

“At least things have settled down for now.  The asshole might have gotten bored and moved on to someone different to annoy.”

“Hopefully they just grew a brain and will keep to themselves,” I say, on an eye roll.

“Yeah, that too,” he grins.

After we’ve finished our chowder, Roam calls the waitress over and orders a slice of their chocolate cake with vanilla bean ice cream. 

Roam takes his spoon and cuts down through the cake.  Scooping it up with a dollop of ice cream, he holds it across the table and puts it in my mouth.  I bite down on the spoon and drag my teeth across the metal as he pulls it out.  “Mmmm,” I moan.  “So good.”  I close my eyes and savior the rich, moist chocolate taste.

“Christ,” Roam whispers.

“What?” My eyes spring open and I look at him expectantly.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy.”

I feel my cheeks heat. “It’s really good,” I mumble, with a smile.

“Yeah, it is,” he agrees, but somehow, I
don’t think he’s talking about the cake.

Roam pays the bill
and we walk back out to the bike.  He place my helmet on my head and fastens the strap under my chin.

“Thank you.”  I kiss his lips, softly.

“Anytime, sugar.”

“Come on biker boy, take me home and give me a proper happy birthday.”  I slap his ass and jump on the bike.

“With fuckin’ pleasure,” he murmurs.

He climbs on, starts her up and then pulls out.  We fly down the
highway
and I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the wind rushing through my hair.

“It’s happy birthday time,” Roam grins as he parks the bike in the shed.

“Let’s go inside then,” I tug his hand and begin walking to the house.

“Uh-uh,” Roam pulls me back, shaking his head.

“Why?”

“Gonna lay you down and take you on my bike, Lacey,” Roam growls.

Sweet Jesus.
  A shiver runs through my body and warmth instantly accumulates between my legs.

He walks toward me and backs me up against an old wooden structure.  Then his mouth claims mine.  I wrap my arms around his neck and tug him toward me.  His hands go to my ass and he lifts me up.  Automatically, my legs wrap around his waist.  I rub myself against his obvious erection as he walks us backwards towards the bike. 

Turning around, he bends down and positions me on the bike.  I’m half lying, half sitting on the seat.  My back rests along the gas tank and my hands hang down beside me.  He swings his leg over and straddles the seat, where I usually sit.  His gaze roams over my body hungrily, then he slides his hands from my knees upward, moving my dress as he goes.  When his eyes find my naked flesh he hisses in a sharp breath.

“
Christ
, woman.  Have you been panty less this entire time?”

“Yes,” I whisper, quietly pleased with the reaction he is giving.

He smiles at me, then leans forward and pokes out his tongue.  His eyes stay on mine as he traces a line from my belly button to the top of my pussy.  He stops just short of my clitoris.  I writhe underneath him, desperate for his touch.

“Patience, sugar,” he murmurs.  His tongue travels back up to my stomach, where he dips and swirls it inside my belly button.

“Please,” I mewl.

He begins to drag a wet trail south again.  He licks across my pubic
bone and kisses my left thigh, before repeating the process and kissing my right thigh.  Then he kisses his way to the top of my core.  Then,
finally,
his tongue creeps out and he makes contact with my swollen nub.  My hips arch upwards, but he pushes them back down again.  He sucks my lips into his mouth one at time.  I moan and grab ahold of his hair, near his ears and I try to steer him to where I need him.  He chuckles and shakes his head, before using his thumbs to expose my wet flesh.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he mutters to himself.  Then, he snakes his tongue out and licks me from top to bottom and back again.  Again and again.  He grabs my clitoris between his teeth and sucks hard, then he releases me and spears his tongue inside me.  He licks and sucks, and licks and sucks some more until I’m screaming his name as I come in his mouth.  Just as my orgasm is fading, he starts pumping two of his fingers inside me, hard
and fast.  His stabs at my sensitive bud with his tongue and I’m moaning through another orgasm minutes later.

“Oh my Lord,” I sigh when I finally come down from my high.

He doesn’t respond, he just wipes my glistening arousal from his mouth and grins, licking his lips.  The zipper on his jeans goes down and his jeweled cock springs free from its denim confines.  He strokes it a few times, as I watch mesmerized.  He lifts my thighs and slides me down the bike a little.  Then he stands and spreads my legs as wide as they will go.  Positioning himself at my entrance, he slides effortlessly inside.

I sigh.

He groans.

Then he begins to move.  My back arches off the bike again and my legs wrap around his waist, holding him to me.  My hands find his neck and I bring his mouth down on mine.  His hips continue to slam against mine and I struggle to maintain our kiss through my panting.
  His thumb slides down my side and snakes in until he finds my clit.  He presses hard and then rubs.  My entire body coils tight and then pulses as my orgasm washes through my body.  Roam shoves his head into my neck and groans as his cock throbs, spurting warmth inside of me.

He rests his body weight on me as we both find our breath.

“Hmm,” I hum, “I
love
motorcycle sex.”

Roam body begins to shake as he laughs at my comment.

I wince as he pulls out of me.  He stands and lifts me into his arms and carries my jelly-like body inside to the shower.  He strips off my dress and then his own clothes.  He turns the spray on and waits until the temperature is right, before guiding me in and tenderly washing my body.

I wash my hair and then we step out.  Roam wraps a towel around my body and pulls me into him.

“What’s wrong, sugar?  You seem a bit down.”

I so desperately want to tell him about the pregnancy tests, but I’m convinced it’s a false positive, so is it really worth telling him something that most likely isn’t even true?  I don’t want him to worry over it, like I am, so what’s the point of sharing?

“I’m fine.  Just tired.”

“Let’s go to bed then, birthday girl.  I might even give you a back massage.”  He slaps my ass and we walk into the bedroom.

I towel dry my hair and the climb into bed naked, Roam follows me.  He rolls me onto my stomach and then straddles my back. 

“Oh, god, that feels so good,” I groan, as his fingers and palms knead my shoulder blades.  He moves down my sides, over my rib cage and back in to my lower spine.  He rubs the knots out of my back using almost painful pressure, and then he eases up and gently massages the entire area.  I don’t know how long he continues for, because my eyes slowly close and sleep claims me.