Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance (11 page)

There’s
only one thing I can say that has a chance of convincing her.

The
truth.

“There’s
no one in the world that knows the truth about both sides of my life. Keeping
that secret on my own is… hard. And I’ve been doing it for a long time.”

“Alone,”
she says. Her voice is quiet, but the word resonates in my head as if it’s
echoing inside of the Grand Canyon.

“Alone,”
I agree. I didn’t realize it until I was talking. Until I was finally admitting
what I’ve been doing for the past decade. It was only then that I realized how
much of a relief it was to tell someone. How much of a relief it would be to
finally not have to hide it from at least one person in my life. But even so,
I’m still not convinced as to whether her coming to work for me would be the
best idea I ever had, or the biggest mistake of my life.

“Okay.”

When
I finally look up at her, I notice that she’s moved off of the chair and is now
standing right in front of me with a little smile on her face. I raise my
eyebrow, confused for a moment at what she’s agreeing to.

“Okay,
I’ll come and work for you,” she clarifies. “I’ll be your EA.”

I
stand as well, coming up almost a full head taller than she is, and look down
at her face, lifting one of my hands and placing it on the side of her cheek as
I brush against the mascara that is still lining her face.

“I’ll
work for you,” she says with a serious look, although she makes no move to push
my hand away. “But I promised myself that I wouldn’t make the same mistakes
that I made with Edward. I can’t sleep with my boss again.”

“Then
it’s a good thing I don’t need you to start until tomorrow. I won’t be your
boss until then.”

I
dip my head down and crush my lips against hers. I feel a moment of hesitation
in her response, but then she returns my kiss just as hard. My tongue just
slips between her lips when a sudden knock at the door causes us to both jump
back in surprise.

“The
pizza,” she breathes.

“Let
me take care of that…”

CHAPTER
TWELVE

EVELYN

The pizza is still lying
on the floor where Bash dropped it as soon as he closed the door, but I’m not
hungry anymore. Not for pizza, anyway.

The
site of his leather-clad figure standing in my door was a shock, especially
given the fact that I had just convinced myself he was probably going to kill
me, but it didn’t take long to realize that didn’t make any sense. He’s too
smart to walk through security downstairs, with all of the cameras, and
announce which apartment he’s going to, just to kill me. He’d never get away
with that. Which means I’m safe, at least for now.

Of
course, as absolutely gorgeous as he is every time I see him, his mouth hasn’t
stopped spouting the same crass nonsense as it always does. That dichotomy
keeps my feelings split between wanting to fuck this guy and punch him in the
face. Yet when he opened up at the end, it all made a kind of sense. Even
though the situation he’s in is his own doing, he’s so very alone in all of
this and has been for years. Right or wrong, he feels like he has to keep
everyone away, and that attitude is probably the best way he knows how to do
it.

As
soon as I realized that, I felt an overwhelming urge to kiss him again, and
when he made the first move, my brain offered no good reasons to stop him.

Of
course, there are good reasons. Plenty of them. But I just can’t think of any now
that his teeth are nibbling my neck and one of his fingers is under my shirt in
a quest for my hard nipples. I gasp as soon as he reaches his prize, and he
answers that sound by clamping his jaws down against my collarbone.

My
squeal seems to only delight him more, and he bites a little harder as his
fingers close down on the swollen nub beneath my shirt. I was expecting a night
alone, so there is no bra to slow him down. And there are no panties, either. Something
I know he’ll figure out soon enough.

Suddenly
he’s pulling my shirt off, rearing back for a moment to watch as my tits bounce
free. “Fucking gorgeous,” he growls. He slides his large, calloused hands under
my ass and then lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist almost
automatically when I lose contact with the ground, and Bash swings me around to
press my back up against the wall. Our lips meet again, and now he uses only
one hand to hold me by the ass while the other squeezes my bare breasts once
again.

“You
have phenomenal tits,” he murmurs, tone thick with lust, but his kisses resume before
I can respond, the ever present stubble on his face scratching my chin as he
presses hungrily against me.

Bash
is wearing tight jeans again, and pressed up against me hard enough to hold me
against the wall, I can feel the hardness underneath them. His bulge is rubbing
at just the right spot, and I do my best to wiggle my hips in a way that grinds
against him.

“I
need to fuck you,” he says. The hand he was propping me up with drops away as
he moves from the wall, but my legs are holding tight and I continue to grind. I
know he expected me to let go and drop back to the floor, but now that I know
he can feel me, I want to tease him a bit. His other hand leaves my breast and
both of them hook into the elastic of my sweats, but he can’t pull them down
with me wrapped around his waist like this.

Now
it’s my turn to drive him crazy, so I feather soft, wet kisses along the artery
in his neck and grasp the leather of his jacket for leverage, trying to push my
hot center even harder against his proud bulge.

Undeterred,
Brash finally slips his fingers past the waistband of my pants and slides them
against my bare cheeks. He can’t get my pants off while I’m like this, but that
doesn’t mean he’s out of ideas. His rough, warm fingers slide against my skin,
scratching and tickling even as goose bumps of pleasure spark out along each
inch of flesh that he touches.

I
bite down on his neck now, in exactly the same place that he bit me, and smile
into his shoulder at the sound he produces. But his gasp is followed by an even
louder one of my own. His searching fingers haven’t stopped, and now they’ve
pushed all the way back along my ass and then in between. I squirm, but he
isn’t at his final destination just yet. Pushing even further with his long
arms, his fingertips finally touch the bottom of my pussy and slide in,
penetrating me without the slightest hesitation on his part, or resistance on
mine.

Bash
spins me around again, and this time he’s facing the couch. I know what he has
in mind. It’s the only thing on mine as well, but not here.

“The
bedroom,” I squeak, tilting my head toward the door to my room. Bash just
grunts a response and pivots, before walking quickly in the direction I
motioned. He uses my back to push open my door and crosses the room in two
strides before letting us both fall down onto my mattress. I don’t even care
that my room is a mess, my clothes from today’s interview piled upon the floor.
He hasn’t noticed, and I know he wouldn’t care, anyway.

The
moment my back lands with a bounce onto my bed, my legs release him and he wastes
no time. His hands are still in my pants, and with a yank, he leans to the side
and almost tears them off of me as I work on pushing his jacket off of his
shoulders. With my pants joining the rest of my clothes on the floor, he helps me
by shrugging off his leather and then peeling his shirt off. My eyes instantly drink
in the tattoos that flow along his upper body, moving in waves along the
contours of his chest and abs.

“You’re
so hot and wet, but this time, I have to taste you,” he says, and then his body
disappears as he pushes himself back down along the end of the bed to drop onto
his knees. He doesn’t even give me a moment to prepare myself before his mouth
is against my folds, spreading them with his probing tongue.

“Holy
shit!” I can’t help but cry out at the urgency of his wet kisses, and I grab
onto his head to hold him in place. His hair is short, but long enough that I
can tangle my fingers in its dark strands and hold on. That’s important,
because a moment later, Bash has me bucking against his face in one of the quickest,
and most intense, orgasms I can ever remember having. Even the burning of his
stubble against my thighs isn’t enough to distract me from coming so fast.

I
don’t even notice that my eyes are screwed shut until I jump in surprise as
Bash’s body slides over me again. I open them, but I don’t need to see to know
that he’s shucked his own pants. His cock is hot and hard against my thigh, and
ready to move forward.

“Hold
on,” I whisper. My nightstand is within reach, and I hand him a condom from it
as quickly as I can. I need him inside of me before the burning pleasure
sparkling through me begins to subside. Luckily it only takes moments for him
to get it on, and then he’s on top of me, the tip of his cock nudging me open.
No
more teasing.
I grab his ass with both hands, all but pulling him up and
inside of me.

I
need this now. The pounding of his hips. The hardness of his cock as it moves
in and out, nearly splitting me in two. The panting of his breath in my ear
that tells me he wants me, maybe even
needs
me—or at least, the pleasure
my body can give him. There’s no big joke being played on me this time. Bash is
here because he wants to be. He’s inside of me because he desires me, even if
it’s just at this moment. And none of the lies that Edward has been spreading
about me has stopped Bash from showing up at my door. Or from leading to this
moment. He doesn’t have control over all of my life. He doesn’t have control
over this. Over Bash.

Which
means he doesn’t control everything. There’s still hope for me yet.

I
trace my fingertips along the biker’s muscular back as he stretches and bends
above me, and then dig in my nails as he hits just the right spot. One of his
arms drops and slips under my leg, bending it up until he hooks it at the knee.
He adjusts his own body now and resumes moving at a new angle that lets him hit
me even deeper. No sound escapes my open mouth now. I want to scream in rapture,
but I can’t even concentrate enough to do that. I’ve never felt bliss like this
before.

When
Bash finally groans with his own release, I let loose some sounds of my own,
but at this point they’re merely strangled pants as my chest heaves, trying to
get enough oxygen to my lungs. I didn’t even realize I had been holding my
breath that whole time, and I could only breathe again when he stopped slamming
so deeply inside of me.

I
feel his last few shudders as he straightens his arm, letting my leg drop,
which yanks him out from inside of me. I almost cry out in protest as his
warmth and hardness disappears. He’s breathing just as heavily as I am, and
although we’re no longer connected between the legs, a thin sheen of sweat
still joins us. Heat is coming off of him in waves and making me drowsy.

We
lie together quietly for a few minutes as our breathing starts to normalize. Bash’s
mouth is next to my ear, and each fervent gust of air causes a wisp of my own
hair to tickle my ear.

“I
can’t believe we just did this again,” I finally say, wondering if he feels the
same way.

He
doesn’t answer right away, and I start to wonder if he’s fallen asleep. “Oh,
right, I forgot. You’re Evelyn Silver, the girl that likes to live life by the
book. I guess the books you read don’t include hot sex.”

“That’s
not what I mean,” I protest. I really didn’t mean it as a regret this time. I
think the first time might have been a mistake, but we’d already crossed this
bridge, doing it again doesn’t make anything worse, does it? “I just… I didn’t
expect this would happen again. With you.”

Bash
rolls off the bed and bends down to slide his pants up his legs. “You and me
both. I gotta get to Axle’s. The club is expecting me.”

“Of
course, sure.” I don’t expect him to stay the night. Maybe a few minutes would
have been nice, though.

He
barely looks at me as he finishes getting dressed and walks to my bedroom door.
“So I expect to see you tomorrow morning. Check in with Catherine when you get
in. She’ll have all the paperwork you need to get started.”

I
sit up, watching and waiting to see if he turns around. He does, eventually—sort
of. He turns his head to the side, and I know he can see me out of the corner
of his eye, but he doesn’t look right at me. He looks like he wants to say
something else, but then he seems to think better of it and starts to turn away
again.

“So
that’s it, then?” I say. I’m not sure what else I expect there to be. We both
pretty much agreed this would just be a one last fling if I’m starting to work
for him tomorrow. I don’t want anything else from him, but I don’t like the way
his personality just switches so easily back to ass mode.

He
pauses again. Turns, but still not quite all the way around.

“Yeah,
that’s it. Just make sure that I don’t regret giving you this job.” That’s all
he says as he leaves, his footsteps the only sound left until I hear the front
door close.

That
image on the back of his leather cut blazes in front of my eyes like an
afterimage, all aglow in the dim lighting of my bedroom. That armored skeleton,
grinning at me, mocking me, daring me to come just one step closer.

Armor.
Now that’s fitting, considering the defenses Bash has put up against me. I’m
left with just two questions about that: do I have it in me to take it off him,
and more importantly… do I want to?