Luckily I was in my oldest dressing gown. I might not look like I was sick but I knew I looked rough. Rough enough that I could fool someone who didn’t know me anyway.
“Your brother and Cali wanted me to bring you this.” He passed me the plastic bag, his eyes barely lifting to me.
“Thanks.” Muttering my eyes fell passed him as the throaty roar of a bike filled my ears.
Wicked came into view. I knew his bike anywhere. Eyes darting between the two men I scrambled for something to say.
Some excuse as to why Wicked was at my door when he was meant to be going out of town.
The last thing I needed, we needed I reminded myself was for the prospect to tell my brother. Ruin was suspicious at the best of times. It wouldn’t take much for him to figure things out.
“Hey.” Wicked didn’t miss a beat though and he didn’t look guilty as he pulled the bandana from around his chin. “Ruin said you were sick, thought I best check in before I left.” He eyed the prospect before dropping his eyes to the bag in my hand. “Looks like the prospect is looking after you though.”
Wicked smile never left his face but I could hear the jealousy in his voice. It would have made me grin if I wasn’t meant to be sick with flu.
“Ruin sent me.”
He was nervous. And he had every right to be. I kept forgetting that Wicked was his President.
“Ok,” Wickeds voice was even but his eyes never left my face. Something unspoken going between us. “Well, I’ll be going… I just need…”
He was trying to think of an excuse as to why he should stay longer than the prospect.
“You know where the bathroom is Wicked.” I opened the door wider, as he slipped past me. The smell of him filling my nostrils. As always it had an almost physical reaction to it. One I was quick to hide.
“Can you tell my brother thank you.” I wanted to get back into the house. Back to Wicked who was no doubt waiting for me. And our weekend of being together without having to hide.
“Of course Chelsea. I hope you feel better soon.” He didn’t look over my shoulder. But I knew he wanted to. He wanted to know what Wicked, President of the Black Aces was doing. Why he was taking so long.
“No chance of that with Wicked stinking out my bathroom.” I forced myself to cough. And it came out more realistic than I thought it would. “I…”
“I’ll be going, you look like you are about to fall down.”
I smiled even though I wanted to punch him in his face. I knew I was meant to be sick but I wasn’t actually. I just didn’t have makeup on. Which meant the prospect was an asshole.
“I thought you would never get rid of him.” Wicked was there, hovering in the kitchen doorway when I clicked the front door.
“I didn’t want to make him suspicious…..” I squeaked as Wickeds hand closed around my throat. He didn’t squeeze it was a malicious act. “How about making me suspicious?” He walked me backwards until I bumped into the wall. His hand still curled around my throat. His other hand trailed down my body, tugging at my dressing gown so it fell open on either side of my body.
His eyes took me in.
“Anyone would think you are jealous?”
“I am. And I think you like it. I think you like the idea of me being jealous. And do you know what else I know?
My eyes met his. “What Wicked?”
“I think you are going to like me reminding you who the fuck You belong too more.” His lips came down on my bare stomach as he dropped to his knees in front of me. My hands reaching for him I tangled my fingers into his hair.
“Do you think so?”
Whiskey brown eyes met mine as he glanced up at me. His hands already at the waistband of my shorts.
“I know so.” His lips trailed downward. And each kiss drove me crazy. My skin felt flushed, my breathing rattled in my chest.
My bed shorts were pushed down my legs, right there in the hallway with the evening sunlight streaming through the stained glass of the front door and Wicked pressed his mouth to my clit. His tongue swirling around.
It sent shockwaves through me.