~Chapter 5
~Peach
Moving outta the shower, I grab the towel to dry off as my thoughts stay on the man that hasn’t left my side these last days. Toweling off, I move towards the door wrapping the towel around myself as I go. Pushing the door open I’m startled by the man sitting near the door. Looking up I meet his gaze and a shiver runs through me after only a few seconds.
Mumbling I barely croak out, “Shadow,” grabbing tighter to the towel. I cling to it with the thoughts of what I was just doing to the thoughts of this man. “When did you come in?” looking back, I nod towards the door as I go on, “I must have missed you coming in while I was in the shower to freshen up.”
Catching his eyes, as I turn my head back, the glare that I see looking back at me is confusing. As a smirk comes to his face the chuckle that leaves him only adds fuel to my confusion.
“Oh, you were just freshening up huh? That’s not what it looked or sounded like to me, of course I was a little too pre-occupied to really pay much attention.”
“Preoccupied?” Is all I can squeak out as my mind again drifts. My eyes move towards the ground as I wonder what on earth he could be talking about.
“Oh yes, my little Peach.” Standing he moves slowly towards me stopping only a few feet from me before going on. “I thought I had control but when I heard my name spilling from those gorgeous lips, I couldn’t hold myself back.”
He leans in, lightly brushing a finger down my cheek before going on. “You have tried my patience each day, but walking in to see you touching yourself and saying my name was too much.” Gripping my chin, he turns my eyes up until I can only see his looking back at me. “You are not ready for a man. You need to get yourself in order and these last years behind you. My little Peach, you are most definitely not ready for me and what I would do to that ripe body of yours.” Releasing my chin, he slowly backs away saying, “Please do get those thoughts outta your head.”
At the loss of contact my body rebels with a shiver that noticeably rocks me. Hearing a groan, I look up to see Shadow stop dead in his retreat. Those brown eyes have only moved down my body as his hand starts a painfully slow journey towards his cock. It takes me long seconds to realize that not only has my towel started to unravel, but the cock that he is palming is big and rock hard in his jeans but I can’t seem to look away.
The gruff voice that finally breaks the awkwardness sends a jolt of pleasure rippling through me. “My Peach, grab up that fucking towel and fix yourself before something happens that neither one of us will be able to live with.” Turning around he goes on without moving the hand from himself. “Get dressed, we need to get the fuck outta here for a bit or I won’t be held accountable for what happens.” Moving back towards the table, he moves a chair to face the wall and falls into the seat. He quickly pulls out a smoke lighting it up before he goes on in that same gruff voice. “Now, Peach.”
As his words register, I turn back towards the bathroom. Reaching down, only then do I notice that the towel has fallen completely free of my body in these last few moments. Stumbling over it, I can’t quite catch myself on the bathroom door to keep from face planting into the floor before strong arms wrap around me from behind pulling me up. The heat that radiates from his skin touching me is something that I have never felt before. My mind doesn’t have time to register what’s going on before a moan spills from my lips.
When he is sure that I am steady on my feet, he releases me and moves back towards his perch. “Get dressed Rebecca, I’ll be outside waiting.” And with that the door swings open and slams shut and I am left wet and wanting, which will happen much more frequently if this tension between Shadow and I keeps up.
The next few days are much the same, nothing but tension and awkwardness between us. Each day we spend less time alone in the hotel and more time out and about or with Preach and eventually Gun. Until the day, about a week later, that Preach tells me I am healed enough and we will be heading back to Chicago. I am excited to be going home, that is until I realize that the nine-hundred-mile ride home will be made on the back of a bike. To be more precise, on the back of Shadow’s bike.
As I pack up the few clothes that I have gotten in the last few weeks, I’m hopeful that this trip home is quick. Preach says it usually would take them less than a day. He doesn’t want to push me too far, so we will be stopping for the night about half way. By the time, we do stop that night, I am so sore that I can only plead with the guys to stop at a place with a bathtub, wishing for a hot tub so I can soak.
As has been the case many of the last few weeks, my desires are met without exceptions. Pulling into the front of the hotel, I notice the cars in the parking lot and see a lot of expensive ones. I don’t see any other bikes and am sure that this is not the typical place that Shadow, Gun, and Preach would stay.
Standing off of the bike, I stretch tall as Shadow makes his way into the hotel. Coming out only a few minutes later he is holding two keys in his hand. Turning to Gun he tosses one of the keys to him saying, “You two are right next door. Remember that we are heading out early so don’t stay out all night chasing tail.” When his eyes hit me, he nods slowly and continues, “Peach, come.” Turning his back to me and moving away without another word.
Moving his way to the bike, he grabs up our bags and turns back towards the main entrance with me following in his wake. Passing through the front doors, the look on the front desk ladies face is priceless when her eyes hit Shadow and then pass to me trailing quietly behind him. It strikes me that this little old lady has probably never seen the likes of these men, my protectors, before.
Exiting the elevator on the top floor I see only a handful of doors as we make our way down the hall. Not like the typically hotel that I have stayed in during the past few years that’s for sure.
Stopping outside room 316, Shadow is pulling the key from the door and holding it open for me. Entering the room, I move around slowly seeing that not only does this look more like an apartment but, Shadow has made sure that not only do I have a bathtub to soak in, but a hot tub as well. The smile that creeps onto my face can’t be missed as I rush up to him throwing my arms and legs around him in excitement.
Grabbing me up, Shadow is quick to un-wrap my arms and legs from him, and sets me down to the side. Turning his back on me, the groan that leaves his lips isn’t missed before his hand reaches into his pocket grabbing up his smokes. The next moment, I hear the flick of the lighter before seeing the smoke cloud rise.
“Fuck Rebecca, get yourself together. You would try the patience of a saint.” Taking a few more puffs before he goes on the smoke starts filling the room. “It doesn’t take much to know that you are not used to riding and especially when we are covering so much ground in one day. I looked around before we left Georgia and found this place, it’s not like you don’t need it, or deserve it, after everything that you have already been through.” His voice quiets as he makes his way towards the balcony and I can barely make out his next words as he pulls the door open, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t fucking do for you it seems.”