Rome's Chance (Reapers MC #6.6)(18)

“Hey, I’ll take those for you,” Rome said, standing up.

“It’s okay—I can start them. Just tell me where the washer is.”

“I got it,” he insisted, and for a minute I considered arguing with him. Then he got up, and I got distracted by the sight of his bare chest. All those muscles I’d only felt before were on full display, and they were glorious, indeed.

He smelled good, too. That’s when I noticed his hair was wet.

“Did you take a shower, too?”

“Yeah, there’s a little shower in the other bathroom,” he said. “But it’s really cramped and I haven’t cleaned it in weeks. Didn’t want to put you in there.”

“That was sweet.”

He smiled like an angel, and I considered swooning. I’d never actually tried swooning before, but this seemed like an appropriate situation. “I’m not sweet, Randi. Not even a little bit. Now give me your clothes and I’ll start the wash.”

I handed them over, thinking that whatever he said, Rome really was kind of sweet. I mean, how many guys did laundry for women who’d shut them down? He opened a closet against the same wall as the bathroom, revealing a stacked washer and dryer.

On the TV, Bowie and the puppets were singing about magic dances, and then he started throwing a baby around. I watched, feeling myself zone out. Rome casually strolled back to the bed.

“You know this one?” he asked, nodding toward the TV.

“Um, yeah,” I said. “I watched it all the time as a kid. My mom loved it, too. It’s cute.”

“That guy’s dick could poke your eye out.”

I shrugged, faintly embarrassed, because he was right. “Okay, so it’s cute in a pokey kind of way.”

“Want to watch for a while?” he asked. “The wash cycle won’t take long, but I don’t want to go to sleep until your stuff is in the dryer. Otherwise you’ll have nothing to wear in the morning. You can help me stay awake.”

Swallowing, I nodded my head, telling myself it’d be rude to expect him to stay up doing my laundry while I slept. And it wasn’t like I could do it myself. Not if he took the bed and I was on the couch.

Agreeing had nothing to do with the fact that there was a half-naked, gorgeous man right in front of me. Like a delicious cupcake just waiting for me to lick off all the frosting…

“You can sit on the bed,” Rome said, and while the words were innocent, there was nothing innocent about those eyes. Wait, was he still trying to hook up with me? “Nothing’s going to happen. We’re just waiting for laundry.”

Yeah, and wolves snuck up on sheep because they wanted to play hide and seek with them. He was totally still trying to hook up, I decided, refusing to acknowledge the perverse little thrill of excitement this gave me. If I was smart, I’d march right out to that couch and play on my phone until it was time to switch out the clothing.

Instead I sat on the bed, crossing my arms over my chest to give the girls some cover.

“That doesn’t look very comfortable,” he said after a few minutes. “Want a pillow?”

I glanced his direction, and my eyes caught on his abs.

“Sure, a pillow would be great,” I mumbled, forcing my attention back to the screen. Bowie gave a look that was pure sex, and I realized why Mom had let me watch it all the time as a kid.

She’d never been able to resist temptation.

Apparently, I couldn’t either.





Chapter Six



Oh, that was nice… I snuggled back into a set of strong, manly arms, savoring the warmth of his body against my back. There was something long and hard pushing against my ass—morning wood. Little thrills ran through me, and a hand squeezed my breast.

In the distance, birds sang good morning.

Just a hint of light teased my closed eyelids, and I shifted, burying my head deeper in the covers. I wasn’t ready to wake up just yet. This was way too comfy. I wiggled my ass against his stiffened dick, wishing this moment could go on forever.

A snore broke the silence.

My left eye flew open, the dream shattering. Except it wasn’t a dream. I stared at the strange wall in front of me in absolute shock. Where the hell was I? And more importantly, whose penis was currently digging into my ass?

The night came back to me in a run of confused memories.

The fight.

My black eye.

Watching a movie about puppets while waiting for my laundry to dry. I must’ve fallen asleep, and seeing as I’d insisted on taking the couch instead of the bed, Rome had gone to sleep right alongside me.

Crap. Crap crap crap!

Now I was cuddled up against a very snuggly, very erect biker, and my lady bits weren’t exactly unhappy about the situation. I could just roll over, I realized. Just roll over, reach down, and grab that gorgeous cock of his.

Not that I actually knew what his cock looked like.

Not yet…

That could change. No. I should leave. Right now. I’d decided last night for very good reasons that I wasn’t going to do this, even if I couldn’t quite remember what they were at the moment. In the next ten seconds, I would totally leap into action, grab my clothes, and head out the door. Mom’s place was just a few blocks away.

Ten seconds passed, and I settled back into his warmth.