Biker Billionaire #1: A Wild Ride (6 page)
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Authors: Jasinda Wilder
I was sore all over, and had never enjoyed pain so much.
I woke up with afternoon light streaming down on me from a window, and Shane sitting on the bed next to me with a cup of coffee in each hand, the scent of the coffee having woken me up.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said, handing me the coffee as I sat up, not bothering to cover up with the sheets.
“You are a saint,” I said. “You even serve coffee in bed.”
He just smiled, and we sipped our coffee in companionable silence. I was tempted to kiss him, but I knew how I tasted, and I felt things squishing out of me that needed cleaning.
I was at the end of a long, luxurious soak in the shower when it happened. I felt the unmistakable clamp-gush of my period starting, and then something trickled down my leg.
I fell to the shower floor, tears of relief burning my eyes. Shane heard me and came running.
“Are you okay? What happened? Did you—shit, you’re bleeding.”
I shook my head in denial and took his outstretched hand to lift me up.
“No, I’m fine, it’s just my period.”
“Then why are you crying?”
I hiccuped and leaned against his chest. “I—because I thought...”
I couldn’t make the words come out, as if saying it would put me in danger of having it come true still somehow.
Shane’s eyes narrowed, and his gaze hardened. His arms didn’t tighten on me, but they went stiff. “You thought you were pregnant? And you didn’t tell me? And you let me—”
“Not yours, Shane. His. That’s what the argument was about. I told him I was late, and he just sat there. He didn’t react at all. Not angry, not afraid, not anything. And I snapped. I was so sick of him being so fucking
calm
all the time...and then I met you and I realized I didn’t have to live that way. And I
didn’t
lie to you. When I told you I wanted you bare, that I wanted you to come inside me, I knew I was either going to start my period or I was already pregnant, so it didn’t matter.”
He softened. “Oh. Well...just tell me the truth from now on, okay? If there’s one thing I can’t stand in any way, shape, or form, it’s being lied to, and that includes having the truth withheld. Okay?”
I nodded. “I didn’t want to think about that when I met you. I wanted to forget about it and hope it would go away. And it did, in a way.” I looked up at him. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
“Well, I’m also sorry because this means we can’t do anything for a few days. And you sort of started something inside me, like, made me realize how sexually frustrated I was...”
Shane chuckled. “Well, that’s okay, because we have a long flight ahead of us.”
I stepped back and looked at him with raised eyebrows. “A long flight? Where are we going?”
“I did some research on you while you were sleeping. I spoke to your supervisors at the hospital, speaking as the CEO and founder of Rescue Medic Enterprises. They all said you’re rock-solid under pressure, that you’re a certified paramedic and you’ve got extensive experience with field triage techniques. They also said they were doing cuts at the hospital, and you were in line to be let go.”
I rocked back on my heels. I’d suspected my job was in danger, which was another element to the stress that had likely caused me to be late. But what was he saying? I kept quiet and let him talk.
“My point is, if you’re up for it, I’d like to welcome you as the newest member of Rescue Medic Enterprises.”
“You’re hiring me?” I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“If you’d like to try something new, yes. Civil war has broken out in Sudan again, and my brothers are already en route. I’ve already booked us two seats out of Metro.”
My head was spinning. “Sudan? Africa?”
Shane nodded, his hand on my arm keeping me from falling over. “Yep. So get dressed, my sexy little lion. Your life’s about to start.”
I sucked a breath in. “Well then, if we’re going to Africa, I’m going to need something to put on my lady parts.”
Shane laughed uproariously. “That’s my girl. There’s a little box in the medicine cabinet. It’s my sister’s. She travels a lot, and whenever she passes through Detroit she stays here, so she leaves a little kit of things. The drawers have all sorts of girly shit in them. Help yourself.”
He kissed me quickly, squeezed my bottom, and left, pulling a cell phone from his hip pocket and hitting a speed-dial button.
The drawers did indeed have a very thorough supply of feminine-needs products. She had what I needed to take care of my old Aunt Flow, plus some makeup, a brush—which I wished I’d known about last night—and a top-notch hair straightener. I held the straightener in my hands, considering. I’d never really bothered with straightening my hair. I’d tried it a few times, but John never seemed to care either way. Now, about to start a new life with a complete stranger, I decided to go a little out of the box.
I straightened my hair, applied some makeup, and left the bathroom feeling sexy and fresh. My hair was now down past my shoulders, fine and shimmery and unlike any way I’d ever worn it. Shane had laid out my bra and panties, washed and dried, and a pair of jeans and leather bustier. They looked expensive, and just my size. I tried them on, and discovered that they did indeed fit me perfectly. I didn’t recognize the bold-looking blonde biker chick in the mirror, but I liked her.
Shane came up behind me and whistled, a low cat-call. “Damn, Leo. Look at you.”
I turned around. “I don’t recognize myself.” I ran my hands on the leather bustier, which was a little small, and thus made my already full breasts overflow. “Whose are these?”
“Yours.” Shane grinned, cocky and devilish. “I guessed at your size from your dress. I’ve been up since six, so I stepped out and bought you some clothes while you slept.”
My heart melted a little. It took some serious balls to buy a girl clothes, and talent to get it right.
“You’ve been up since six?” It was past noon, and I was still feeling woozy.
It didn’t help that I was feeling like I’d swallowed a watermelon with my nether regions. I was tender, but I relished the feeling, and looked forward to making myself sore all over again, as soon as I could. My gaze wandered to Shane’s bulge, and it was growing even as he looked at me. I wanted him then, and there was only one way to have him.
I approached him with a sway to my hips, feeling all woman and ready to take on the world. I touched his zipper with a fingernail.
He backed away, grinning. “No, no way. I’ve got to pack, and you’ve got to get a picture for your passport. I know a guy who can get them done quick. Our flight leaves at eight tonight.”
I chased him across the room until I had him backed into a corner. He gazed down at me, eyes burning.
“I thought you were...you know...”
I knelt down in front of him, unzipped him, and tugged his pants down so his lengthening cock sprang free. He gasped when I took him deep into my throat without so much as a warning.
“I am. That doesn’t mean I can’t do this,” I said, spreading my saliva on him, hand over hand.
He tasted clean and hard, like salt and skin and man. He came hard, and fast. I tucked him back into his pants and stood up, wiping my lips with the back of my hand as he leaned against the wall, gasping.
*
*
*
I’d never flown before, and I was nervous, gripping the seat arms with white-knuckled hands as the jet bucked and jerked to heavy turbulence.
Shane rubbed my leg, relaxed, reading a book. “It’s fine. It’s just some bumps.”
I glanced at Shane, wondering, not for the first time since boarding the plane, what exactly I was thinking, getting on a plane to Africa with a man I’d known less than two days.
What a wild ride this would be.
The End of Part One
Jasinda Wilder
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