Chapter Four
“You’re not taking me for a shower. Pike, I mean it. Let go of me.”
“You’re miserable, depressed, and in a fucking pissy mood. You’re having a wash, and then we’re going to put you in something that wouldn’t fit a small elephant.” He tugged on her sweatshirt. “Who bought you these? They’re horrible.”
“I did.”
“They’re easily four sizes too big.”
“No, they’re fine.” She wanted to fight him, but if he released her she could end up on her ass all embarrassed. “I seriously hate you right now.”
“I thought you hated me before.”
“I did. Now it’s worse. Besides, I can’t go in the shower. I’ve got my cast.”
“That’s okay. I can wash you myself.”
“You’re not coming anywhere near me,” she said.
He pushed open a door that revealed a large bed. Pike didn’t stop there. He went straight through to a large bathroom. Pike placed her on the toilet seat near a large sink.
“If you even try to leave I will tie you to my fucking bed and wash you while you can’t move.”
“This is a form of abuse. I’m sure it is.”
“And what you’re doing to yourself, that’s a form of abuse. You’ve got to learn to take care of yourself.”
“I’ve been doing it all my life. I know how to take care of myself.”
“No, you know how to survive. There’s a big fucking difference.” He placed several towels around the toilet and filled the large sink with water. She watched as he grabbed a sponge and a bar of soap. “What do you think?” He placed the soap in front of her to sniff.
The vanilla scent was nice.
“Yes, I like it.”
He placed the soap into the water before he faced her. “You’re going to get naked, Mary, if you like it or not.”
“I don’t want to get naked.” She folded her arms over her breasts.
“I’ve seen it all before.”
“I know. It didn’t make much impression, remember?”
His jaw clenched. “I’m trying to take care of you.”
She lifted her head up to the ceiling, wishing for anything to happen but this.
“Mary, I’m going to wash your body.”
“I didn’t expect anything else. You need to understand, Pike, when it comes to you, I don’t expect anything from you.” She tightened her hands at the hem of her shirt.
It’s just a shirt and a wash.
She’d refused Holly’s help and Raoul’s when he offered. Cleaning herself had been difficult, and she’d really like to feel clean.
Pulling her shirt from her body, she placed it on her lap. Pike tugged it out of her hands, throwing the shirt in the trash.
“Hey, that’s my shirt.”
“It’s a horrible shirt. Trust me, the trash bin is being nice to it.”
“Why are you doing this?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. He was right though. The clothes she wore were the least attractive and horrible.
“Taking care of you?” She nodded. “Because I’ve been doing it for a lot longer than you realize. Get your bra off.”
“I’m not going to sit here naked in front of you.”
“I’ve seen it all before.”
“And I don’t want you to see it again.” She fumed inside. This was not going with her plan of ignoring him. It was too damn hard to ignore the man right in front of her when he looked as hot as he did.
Ignore the emotions. He doesn’t care about me.
“You don’t think I see you naked? I see you all the time, Mary. When I close my eyes I know how damn fucking full your tits are. I know what it’s like to suck them in my mouth and to give you unbelievable pleasure. No one is ever going to take away the taste of your cunt or what it was like to slide into your tight pussy, but it doesn’t mean I don’t imagine taking you again.”
She was in shock. There was no way she was going to fall for his shit or risk getting her heart broken.
Taking off the bra, she crossed her arms over her chest, staring directly at his chest so she didn’t have to look into his eyes. He knelt in front of her. His large hands going to her waist to slowly drag her sweatpants down. He couldn’t go anywhere with her sitting on them.
“You’re going to have to release those tits of yours, baby.”
“Don’t call me, baby.”
Come on, Mary, you can do this. He doesn’t mean anything to you. Just lift your ass up and treat him like this doesn’t matter.
She found a part of herself that she thought had died the night he broke her heart. The part of her that fought against her feelings for Pike and allowed her to get on with her life. She hadn’t sat around waiting for Pike to come to his senses and see her. No, she’d lived her life, had fun, and at times completely forgotten Pike existed. Okay, that last one was a little extreme, but it had happened. She didn’t need to care that he saw her naked. He’d seen a lot of women naked. There was nothing special about her.
Lowering her arms she stared down at Pike without any thought.
“That’s my girl.”
She didn’t respond.
Lifting herself off the seat he dragged down her sweatpants. She wasn’t wearing any panties, so she didn’t have to worry about that.
Placing her hands in her lap, she watched him get to his feet. He reached into the cabinet over the sink pulling out two grips. When he returned she didn’t fight him as he gathered her hair up and placed the grips inside.
“We’ll do your hair soon,” he said.
She sat still, trying to talk her body into not reacting to what he was doing. It was damned difficult as his fingers glided across her skin. There was something intimate about him taking care of her. Pike didn’t rush, nor was he rough with her. Instead, he took his time, washing her body. He’d lather soap over her skin then use the sponge to wipe it away. When he used the soap, he touched her the most. His fingers and palms were sliding all over her body.
Mary didn’t have a choice but to close her eyes as he washed over her chest. She’d not had any touch to her breasts since him. God, she needed to get more experience in before she lost her mind with ghost memories of him. He’d not even been that great. Their time together had started out hotter than anything she’d ever read before. Halfway through, it had fizzled out, and become nothing.
Shaking her head, she chuckled.
“What are you laughing at?” he asked.
“Nothing, really.”
He was using a towel to dry her body. Her cheeks had to be bright red from when he washed her pussy.
“I’ll be happy to hear it.”
Letting out a sigh, she glanced over at him. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, I was thinking about the time we … fucked.” Lifting her hand in the air, gesturing between them, Mary started to ramble. “Well, I was thinking how hot it started out. I mean it was off the charts, at least for me it was. I don’t know what happened, but it sort of died in the middle and grew lame by the end. Kind of boring, nothing like the earth-shattering sex I’ve read about. But then, stories lie, don’t they?”
She tilted her head to the side to smile at him.
The grip he held on the sponge would have killed a human if he could get his hands on them. Mary was thankful it was just a sponge.
“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” she said, getting it. Holly and Duke screwing at their home, there was no dying lust in the middle. Holly cried out, begging for more up until the final peak.
Pike didn’t say anything.
“Wow, you took my cherry, which is what you wanted, and you couldn’t even give me a good time.” She shook her head at his selfishness. “You know what, you’re right. I’m done. I’m totally done with all of this. I’ll be here for you to take care of me, but you don’t have to worry about me at all, Pike. Seriously, I’m totally over you. I won’t act like Holly did with Raoul. I’ll still come to the clubhouse with her. I won’t make your time uncomfortable. I’m done.”
She gripped her thighs, begging herself not to let the tears fall. He’d not even made it a memorable first experience in a good way. No, Pike only gave her the worst of memories.
Mary wasn’t lying. She was done caring about him and what he did.
****
Once Pike finished cleaning her, he washed the bathroom putting away the soap and sponge that he used. Glancing at Mary, he couldn’t help the arousal flooding to his cock. She looked so beautiful as she tapped her fingers on the counter near the sink. Mary wasn’t even trying to cover up her body. In fact it was like she wasn’t even naked as he looked at her.
Her tits were exactly like he remembered them, large and full. The red tips of her nipples were calling for him to suck, lick, bite.
He placed a towel around her, leading her back toward the kitchen.
“I’m naked.”
“I know.”
Placing her on the chair, he moved toward the fridge. He had already fully stocked his home with everything he’d need to take care of her. Glancing toward her, he saw she was checking out the kitchen. Smiling, he set to work on making them both sandwiches. He couldn’t cook, never enjoyed it, never wanted to, yet his kitchen was filled with all of the top of the range equipment. Neither Mary nor Holly knew that he’d broken into their apartment to find what Mary would need. He saw Mary kept a wish list of items she always wanted along with a catalogue.
Pike had spent the morning at their place writing out every item and design that she’d scribbled over. When he got home, he’d ordered everything.
“This is nice,” she said.
“Thanks.”
Buttering slices of bread, he placed a square of cheese on each sandwich before adding a slice of ham followed by a pickle. This was the food he lived on when he was alone.
He placed the finished sandwich in front of her, liking her naked in his space.
She picked up the food without complaint, biting into it.
Pike watched her eat. The way her plump lips went around the sandwich, biting down. His cock thickened as he imagined those lips on his cock, taking him deep. She wouldn’t know the first thing about sucking a man’s cock, but he could teach her. There was a lot he could teach her.
There were a few crumbs at the side of her mouth. She brushed them away before he got a chance to touch her.
“You know what, you’re right. I’m done. I’m totally done with all of this.”
Her words echoed around his mind making his gut clench. He didn’t want her to be done with him. The thought of losing her made his chest hurt. Mary had been his for so long that the thought of not having her gaze following him around made him sick to his stomach.
“You don’t cook.”
“I know.”
Tilting his head to the side, he looked at her.
“Everything here, it’s like a dream.” She smiled, taking the second sandwich and biting into it.
“Yeah, I was thinking if you’re a good girl and get well then this could be your reward.”
“What?” Her gaze landed on him.
“I’ll never use this kitchen, but it’s all fully stocked.” He got out of his chair and started walking around the room, opening cupboards to show her how well stocked everything was. “I’m not going to use it.” Going to her side, he wrapped an arm around her waist, helping her up. “And I know you will. Between you and Holly, this could work for you better than that apartment.” He moved to the door and opened it, switching on the light. Pike had installed a large pantry fit to serve royalty. None of the brothers knew he’d spent his time researching everything Mary would need, flours, sugars, baking powders and sodas, chocolate, all kinds. Everything was there for the baker and cook.
“Why would I use this? I’ve got a kitchen of my own.”
“Not like this. Your kitchen is so small. I wouldn’t mind you working here, testing out your recipes.”
“What do you get out of this?” she asked.
“I get to see you get well and I get to taste everything you’ve made.” And I don’t have to worry about Mac giving you better.
“This is, wow, it’s amazing.”
“No conditions either. All you’ve got to do is get better.” While she was getting better he’d make sure her apartment was emptied and then he’d spring other things on her as well. All in good time. Pike didn’t expect this to be an overnight success, just the start. He’d hurt her too damned bad to expect her to forgive him instantly. It had taken him a long time to come to the conclusion that he couldn’t live without her. Pike was going to make her his. “What do you say?”
“I say yes. A fool would turn down this opportunity, and I can promise you, Pike, I’m no fool.”
She shook in his arms, going giddy.
He laughed along with her.
“This is like Christmas has come all at once. Sorry, I’m a little excited.”
He chuckled, pleased to have finally done something to make her smile. There were times when they were growing up where he had made her smile.
“I don’t suppose you’ll help me wash your hair now?” he asked. The long brown length was shiny with grease, and it wasn’t a good shine either. He wanted her to be happy.
“Yes. Please, I can’t stand the way my hair feels.” She scrunched up her nose looking adorable.
Come on, Pike, you can do this.
He didn’t know what he was doing. When he’d taken her virginity a couple of months back, he’d intended to walk away without looking back. He figured he’d move onto several different kinds of pussy. The Trojans MC clubhouse was full of willing, available pussy, and yet he’d not had one. The only satisfaction he’d gotten in the last few months was from his own hand. Duke was right. The moment you found a pussy for yourself, there was no turning back. No man had known the pleasure of being inside Mary. She was all of his, not Mac’s, not Raoul’s, his.
Baby, the club whore, didn’t appeal to him. The only woman who got him hard was the woman in his arms now. Even with her ratty looking hair she made him hotter than hell. She was biting her lip as they walked back toward the bathroom. He wanted to suck that lip into his mouth.
He set her back on the toilet before returning to his office. The large computer chair would work a lot better to get her at the sink. She sat in the same spot where he left her. Easing her into the chair, he placed it in front of the sink.
“This?” he asked, holding some shampoo up for her to see.
“Yes.”
Pike moved the chair, leaning her back so that he could get her head over the sink. It was an odd angle, yet it worked. Running warm water through her hair, he couldn’t help but stare into her eyes. Every now and then, she’d turn those stunning eyes onto him. Neither of them made a sound. When her hair was wet, he lathered it up with the shampoo.
She let out a groan as his fingers massaged her scalp.
Rinsing out the soap, he ran his fingers through her hair.
“You’re good at this.”
“Beginner’s luck,” he said.
“You’ve not done this before?”
He shook his head. “No, you’re my first.” He’d shocked her. Next he lathered the conditioner on her hair, taking his time to work it into her hair. He loved touching her, washing her. Pike didn’t want it to stop. There had never been any appeal to washing a woman in the past. He’d fuck them, and fuck them hard, but never actually take the time afterward. He wasn’t a cuddling man or much of a talking man.
Mary was changing him. He wanted to be those things for her that he’d failed to be for other women.
“So, partnership huh?”
She smiled, and he hated Mac for being the bastard who’d put it there and not him. There were a hell of a lot of things he was finding that he didn’t like lately. He didn’t like Mac anywhere near her. It was him, Pike who’d got her that job, not Mac. The fucker hadn’t wanted to hire her, but Pike had paid for her.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“What?”
“You’re glaring and looking pretty pissed. There’s nothing wrong with my hair, is there?”
“No, baby.”
Slowing down washing her hair, he counted to ten inside his head to try to bring himself back into focus. It wasn’t Mac’s fault that Pike had been an ass and lost an opportunity with her.
Finished with her hair, he unplugged the sink watching the suds disappear. He wrung out her hair, paying careful attention to what he was doing.
With most of the water out of her hair, he grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her head. Pike carried her through to his bedroom, placing her on the bed.
“Can you dry your hair?” he asked.
“Sure. It’s my leg that’s messed up, not my hands.” She leaned forward and started drying her hair. The other towel she wore was still in place. Going to his closet he pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt. Mary always wore clothes that were a size bigger than she needed. The jeans would fit right around the cast and fall loosely down her other thigh.
Next he grabbed a pair of panties and a bra, matching and sexy. She bound her hair up in the towel as he stood before her.
“I’ve got more sweatpants.”
“Those sweatpants are not helping you get better. They’re making you worse. This is who you are, not those sweatpants lying on your ass all day.” He tugged the towel from around her chest, using her shock to start working her bra up her arms.
“I can do this.”
He ignored her, using the opportunity to caress her breasts. Her nipples budded against his palm. She didn’t want him, but her body sure as hell did.
“You’re not being fair at all.”
“That’s okay. Hold my waist.”
She held onto his waist as he tugged her up. Locking their fingers together he brought her hand up to his shoulders.
“Hold onto me.”
“What are you doing?”
He sank to his knees, and she didn’t have a choice but to hold onto him.
“Pike?”
“Lift your leg. You’re wearing these sexy red lace panties.”
“You’re not going to get them up the cast.”
“How big do you think this cast is?” he asked.
“It’s huge.”
“No, it’s not.” She lifted the foot up, and he hooked the loop over her foot. “Put your foot down and lift the other one.” She did as he asked without complaint. He worked the panties up her thighs, over the cast and placed them on her hips. Pike slid his hands over the lace then between her thighs. Standing up, he cupped her pussy, staring into her shocked eyes.
“I made your first time a disappointment and for that I’m sorry.”
“Get your hands off me.”
“I’m going to have this pussy again.” He stroked between the seam of her pussy lips going from her entrance up to her clit, circling her over the fabric.
She didn’t push him away, nor did she fight him.
He wondered if she’d even touched herself since he’d been between her thighs.
“You may have my pussy again, Pike, but I can promise you, you won’t be the last.” She shocked him by gripping the back of his head, tugging on his hair. He stared into her eyes, sliding his fingers past the material of her pussy. She was soaking wet and her clit swollen.
Leaning down, he licked along her lips, groaning when she opened her mouth for him to deepen the kiss. She met him halfway, licking his lips. Moving his fingers down to the entrance of her cunt, he slid a finger deep inside feeling how tight she still was.
“This pussy, this is mine.”
“I’m not yours, Pike.” She muttered the words against his lips.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.