“Why not?” Confusion etches my voice as I pick my head up and glare at him.
“’Cause, sweetheart, you’re in my room.” He shrugs his shoulders. I take in his profile from the smirk still lingering on his handsome face, down to his chest muscles that are covered in tattoos, to the delicious V leading to a promise land that, by the way my thighs ache, can definitely deliver.
“Well, close your eyes or something.”
He cocks an eyebrow and stares right at me. “Why?”
“So I can get dressed.” God, does he have to be a dick? I’d roll my eyes if it didn’t hurt.
“Woman, I’ve seen you naked. I’ve had my tongue, my fingers and my dick in all your intimate places. No need to be shy now.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “By the way, name’s Wolf,” Sexy biker man smirks again and keeps his blue eyes on me.
I huff and yank the covers off the bed, wrapping them around my body. Wolf doesn’t move. Just lies there with his hands behind his head, his naked body on display for anyone to see, and a grin on his face.
“Dang, girl. You gonna be able to ride home today?” Allura asks, not taking her eyes off Wolf’s massive package. It’s only semi-hard and it makes me want to jump him again. Even if he’s acting like a dick.
“I’ll be fine,” I snap. Snatching my clothes off the floor, I stomp into the bathroom and slam the door.
After relieving myself, getting dressed, and making my long black hair presentable, I open the bathroom door. Allura is leaning against the dresser with her arms over her chest and a smile on her face. Wolf, thankfully but disappointingly, is fully dressed. He has on dark jeans, a white t-shirt, and his Royal Bastards cut.
God, I hope this doesn’t affect Allura and me rising through the ranks in Royal Harlots.
“Ready?” I ask Allura.
“Ready.” She responds, handing me my cut. I slide the leather on, and it fits perfectly against my body.
“Oh fuck. Really?” Wolf barks out, running his hands through his dark hair.
“What’s the problem?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Fuck. Nothing. Come on. I’ll walk you out.” Wolf’s cocky attitude fades away and there's panic on his face.
“Hold up.” I put my hands on Wolf’s chest to stop him from opening the door. “Wolf, what’s the problem? Are you in trouble for having sex with me?” The sheer panic on his face sends warning bells through my head. “Wolf, listen. We didn’t do anything wrong. Two consenting adults having fun. What’s the problem?”
Wolf releases a deep breath and scrubs his hands down his face. “You’re off limits. I’ve fucked up. Fuck.”
“What the hell does that mean? Why are we off limits?” My voice raises a few octaves.
“You are off limits. Not your club.”
“What the fuck? Why?”
“I don’t know. My Prez warned me you were off-limits last night. I didn’t know who you were. I’m so fucked.”
“Wolf.” Allura steps forward, her voice calm. “Here’s what we’re going to do if anyone asks. Calypso and I are going to head out before you. You bump,” she air quotes bump, “into us in the hallway and walk us out. If anyone asks, we both got shit faced and couldn’t ride home so we crashed in one of the empty rooms together. No one ever has to know you fucked my best friend’s brains out last night, several times. One and done. Can you handle that?”
The panic on Wolf’s face fades away the more he listens to Allura. She has that effect on people, hence her road name.
“Ok,” Wolf cracks his neck side to side and the cocky confident mask slips back into place. “Let’s do this. Calypso,while it was a fantastic night welcoming me home with your delicious body, this cannot happen again. I’ll have plenty of memories to get me through for a while.” Wolf taps the side of his head and winks at me.
My face turns three shades of red, and I huff while my former best friend for the moment laughs behind me. “Thanks. I think.”
I straighten my shoulders, hook my arm through Allura’s, and together we sneak out of Wolf’s room. We reach the top of the carpeted stairs, trying to be quiet when Wolf’s door slams shut.
“Ladies, are you lost?” Wolf’s voice booms, and I cringe. We descend the stairs, and a bunch of Royal Bastards are up and around, eating breakfast or drinking coffee. Their eyes are on the three of us.
“No, we’re just leaving,” I respond, playing along.
“Here, let me walk you out,” Wolf answers loud enough for everyone to hear, not missing a beat.
