She reminds me of a scared bird who doesn’t realize they’re no longer caged. Everything about her has my gut screaming that she’s running from something.
The need to find out what she’s hiding, and what has her running scared, has been riding me hard from the moment I noticed her at family day. I want to protect her. If I came on too strong and made demands, she would shut down.
She’s definitely a runner.
If she were to run from me, I already know I would give chase. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.
Ryker arches an eyebrow, the challenge written all over his face. “I thought I was going to have to get a napkin to wipe away the drool on your chin,” his eyes dance with amusement.
It takes everything in me not to squirm in front of my best friends. They know me too fucking well. Sometimes it comes in handy, considering we’re brothers who have to trust each other, especially in dangerous situations. We can anticipate each other, our moves, and our needs.
“I wasn’t drooling,” I grumble.
“Sure,” Sidewinder throws out there.
“She looks like she was going to bolt at any moment,” I drawl lazily. “Or crumble and fall to the floor crying.”
Even though my words ring true, they taste wrong coming out of my mouth. I was worried she was going to burst into tears orlock herself in a room somewhere, but it was because of fear, not the weakness my words imply. It was written all over her face.
I wasn’t the only one who saw it either. Dad noticed. He even stepped closer to her as if his big body could shield her from her own fears.
The way Graycie looked around with her wide hazel eyes had protectiveness roaring to life inside of me. It was so strong it almost took me to my knees. I have no idea how I was able to stay upright.
When she stepped through the backdoor of the clubhouse, I saw her immediately. She was curled in on herself as if she wanted to make herself smaller. I hated seeing her like that.
Even the way she was trying to shrink couldn’t take away from her beauty, or the way the gentle curves of her body were calling to me. I swear I could almost feel the way her legs would wrap around my waist while I was sliding deep inside of her sweet pussy. There’s no doubt in my mind she’d be tight enough to squeeze me like a fist while begging me for my cum.
A fucking bomb could have gone off, and I wouldn’t have looked away from her. I watched her for far too long before approaching. She was so fucking captivating.
When I saw her and Mom talking, it felt like the opportunity I was waiting for. I started walking across the yard without paying attention to anything else. It wasn’t until I stopped that I realized Ryker and Sidewinder were with me.
While I was tempted to tell them to back the fuck off, it would have only given them more ammunition. I wasn’t sure what the fuck was going on and why I couldn’t look away from her until I was close enough to really look into her eyes.
Then I felt it.
A pull I can’t describe.
A need to be close to her at all times.
A desire to make her smile.
A plea to be the person who can make her feel safe.
Honestly, it freaked me the fuck out.
Now, it’s been a few days, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. I want to run my fingers through the strands of her dark brown hair. I want to watch her lips part in pleasure. I want to know the sounds of her breathy moans. I want to hear her say my name. Not my road name,my name.
When that realization slammed into me, I knew what this was and what had happened to me.
I heard about it enough when I was growing up because Dad experienced the same reaction when he met Mom for the first time.
But I’ll be damned if I admit a damn thing to these assholes. Not before I’ve had the chance to have a real conversation with her.
She was on edge at the party, even if she was pretending not to be. It’s the only reason I gave her some space. But you better fucking believe I kept a close eye on her.
All my brothers were respectful, but I could see appreciation on a few of their faces. The only thing that stopped me from beating their asses is that they didn’t make her uncomfortable and kept their distance.
“She did look like a scared little mouse,” Sidewinder lazily points out his eyes studying me closely.