“Around three in the morning while you were sawing logs.”
“I don’t snore.”
“Oh, yes, you do. But it wasn’t awful. It kind of soothed me. I don’t sleep well.” I twisted my lips. “Insomnia. A bowl of Cocoa Puffs helps sometimes.”
“I’ll send a prospect to the store to buy a few boxes.” He kissed my head, then went to the large shower and turned on the water.
“You don’t have to buy me any. I’m not staying that long.”
He stood there typing on his phone, ignoring me.
Oh, well. I wasn’t going to argue. I missed my usual comfort food last night. Too bad getting drunk hadn’t helped me sleep.
At night, I struggled to turn off my brain. In all these years, I hadn’t found anything that helped. Like my PTSD, the insomnia stemmed from my mom’s death.
Brushing my teeth in the nude it occurred to me that I’d never been naked in front of a man before. All my doctors were females. I checked myself out in the large mirror, admiring my curves and breasts. At the monastery, I didn’t have a full-length mirror in my room, so I had no clue what I looked like without clothes. I liked what I saw.
I spit, then rinsed. “Is it strange that I’m completely comfortable with you?”
Andy tilted his head and studied me. His dark eyes roamed over my body, and he licked his bottom lip. I leaned against the counter, letting him have his fill of me.
“No man has seen me naked before,” I told him. I always thought my husband would be the only one.
“They’re missing out.” He wiggled his brows. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Even with tissues between my legs.”
“I didn’t even notice.” He winked and nudged his head toward the steamy shower.
Wow, I liked how he made me feel all warm and gooey inside.
This biker was growing on me very fast. But I couldn’t stay. Miguel would find me, then what would happen? He’d probably kill Jefe…Andy.
I needed to leave the state of California to protect both of us.
But dang, I really didn’t want to.
8
El Jefe
I pussied out on giving her the memory stick. She seemed happy and I hated to blow up her world with the information I knew about her mom’s death.
One day I’d tell her everything, just not today.
Instead, it was time I had breakfast.
“You know, most chicks wax their pussy.” I dragged my tongue through her folds and inhaled her sweet, musky scent.
She popped up on her elbows. “They make themselves hairless?”
“Mhm.”
“Oh, wow. I like what you’re doing.” She fell back and pushed her pussy toward my mouth. “Like a lot, Andy.”
“Play with your titties, while I enjoy myself down here.”
“Okay, but how?”
