“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?