Danny
Closing the door behind me, I watch as Sara clumsily attempts to kick her shoes off. She manages to get one heel off before tumbling onto the bed with a drunken giggle.
“Do you know how sexy you are?”
She stares up at me with fire in her eyes. A fire that only burns for me. I’m a lucky son of a bitch. I can’t believe in a few days she’ll have my ring on her finger and be coming home with me for good.
“I know you make me feel sexy.” Her hand glides up her arm and to her neck to undo the string of her shirt. The deep green against her creamy freckled skin paired with her gorgeous red hair is picture fuckin’ perfect.
The scrap of fabric that qualifies as her shirt slips down her torso, but her hair hangs over her shoulders, shielding her breasts from me.
The love I feel for her hits me square in the chest as my heart thumps wildly with raw passion. I never knew love could feel so good. I’ve never felt anything like what I feel for Sara. There have been times in my life I never could have imagined someone so pure and beautiful as her loving me.
But she does.
Sara has such faith in me.
It kills me to know that our marriage will start in a lie, but I can’t tell her about the shit with Tiny. It would crush her.
I won’t do that to her. Besides, it’s club business. She understands there are things I can’t discuss.
The less she knows the better.
If something were to happen to me, at least she’d remember me like this…as simply Danny and not Hades.
I’m not ashamed of that side of me, but that part of me knows dark shit. Hades is the man I became after I lost my hand. I went down a dark path, doing anything Marek asked me to. I turned off the part of me that felt anything until Sara. She woke up the good in me. She’s the flame that keeps that part of me burning.
She’s my Flame.
Kicking my boots off, I shrug my shirt over my head and toss it to a nearby chair.
I take off my jeans and my woman licks her lips with pure hunger and need.
It’s been too damn long since I’ve had her. Her mother has made damn sure I haven’t been able to get her alone long enough for much more than sneaking off in dark corners and feeling her up.
It’s been fucking hard, but I have stayed faithful. There have been temptations, but I would never hurt Sara in that way. I would rather cut off my other hand than do that to her.
“Fuck you are killing me, Sara.” Her shirt falls to the floor and her fingers move to the button on her jeans. “Stop. Let me. Want to take my time and enjoy having you to myself.”
“I want you, Danny. I need you.” Raising up to her knees, she hooks an arm around my neck, bringing my mouth down on hers. So fucking sweet. The sweetest of sins.
Her tongue slips between my lips, tasting of liquor and lemons.
My good hand moves to the button of her jeans and it takes me a few tries to get it undone. I’m out of practice but I try not to get frustrated. Once we’re married, I’ll be making love to her every damn chance I get.
Her dainty fingers go to work, sliding up and down my swelling shaft. The need to be inside her takes over and I pull her jeans down her legs and fight like hell to get them off when they get caught around her ankles.
Sara is laying back on the bed as I kiss my way up her thighs, teasing at the heart of her desire.
“Danny…” she croaks.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“The room is spinning, and I think…I’m gonna be…” Suddenly she jerks upright and tries to cover her mouth a little too late as puke spews from the corners of her mouth.
Shit!
I go for the trashcan, by the bed, getting it under her chin just in time.
Holding the can for her with my prosthetic fingers, I attempt to pull her hair out of the way with my good ones, but the effort is futile.
Tears threaten to fall as she looks at me with embarrassment coloring her cheeks.
“I’m gonna go get you a washcloth, you gonna be okay?”
She nods meekly.
“I’ll be right back.”
I hurry from the bed to the bathroom and get one of the cloths hanging from the rack, running it under the cold water, and squeezing it out.
When I get back to the bed, she’s lying back on the pillows, clutching her stomach.
Without a word, I clean her mouth and attempt to wipe the vomit from her hair. She needs a shower, but I don’t think she is quite ready for one yet.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“Don’t do that, Sara. Don’t apologize because you got sick. It happens to the best of us.” I smile at her. “Try to get some rest. I’m gonna go to the vending machines and see if they have some crackers.”
She nods, and I turn on the lamp, then flip the light switch off. Pulling my jeans back on I get out my wallet, hoping I have change on me.
Sara
I wish this bed would swallow me up. I am so embarrassed. I can’t believe I nearly puked all over Danny and right when things were getting good no less.
We haven’t slept together in months. When he showed up tonight and told me he had a room…I was hoping we would connect. Not that we are lacking in that department. I just miss him. I guess it is silly being we only have two more days until we are man and wife.
We’ve waited this long. What’s a few more days? I think it is sweet he came to watch over us instead of sticking around his clubhouse for his own party. It tells me that Danny is truly devoted to me. A lot of men wouldn’t do that. He could have sent one of his prospects to watch me, but he didn’t.
It means so much to me.
More than he knows.
While he’s gone to the vending machines I jump in the shower to get the puke out of my hair and make sure I brush my teeth. I don’t want to go to bed with puke breath.
When I emerge from the bathroom Danny has stripped the comforter off the bed and cleaned up after me.
Who would have thought a mean ass biker would have such a gentle heart?
On the nightstand is a bottle of Gatorade, a pack of crackers, and a package of aspirin.
“Have I told you lately how wonderful you are?” I sink down on the bed wrapped in only a towel with my damp hair dripping down my back.
He smiles at me. “Yeah, but you can tell me again.”
I manage to get down a few crackers and take the aspirin, washing it down with my drink.
Danny sheds his jeans and curls up behind me, spooning me.
A heavy yawn passes through my lips as Danny runs his fingers along my side.
“Get some sleep, baby,” he whispers, brushing his lips over my ear.
“Good night,” I whisper back.
*—*
“Mmhmm. Good morning,” I moan as Danny kisses my shoulder.
“You feeling better?” His hand comes up my side, palming my breast.
“Much.” I press my butt into his morning wood.
“Good,” He murmurs kissing down my arm, and rolling over top me.
Tossing the towel out of the way, Danny covers my body with his own.
Those sensual lips of his meet mine as he starts to make love to me.
Our reunion is quickly interrupted by a loud banging on the door to our room.
“Let’s go eat. Fuckin’ starving.”
Danny growls and bites my shoulder as another round of knocks sounds on the door.
“He isn’t going to go away, is he?”
“Nope.” Danny pops the P.
“Think we are gonna have to save ourselves for marriage,” I tease as Danny rolls away from me.
“Give me a minute, fucking cockblocker,” he grumbles at the door, going for his pants.