Chapter 7
Heather
Oh, man. I smiled to myself before I opened my eyes. Sex was so much better than I’d remembered. I slid my arm out, but found nothing but cool sheets next to me, making my eyes pop open.
Where the heck was Tommy? I looked around the room, but he wasn’t there. Then I realized how light it was in my bedroom and relaxed back against the sheets. He must have left for work hours before and I’d slept right through it.
I tossed back my covers and glanced down at my naked body, searching for evidence the night before. My entire body felt sore, but there weren’t any visible marks. That was a little disappointing.
I hopped into the shower and got ready for the day with a smile on my face. I’d had a good time. The best time.
I’d dated plenty over the past couple of years, but I’d never had a guy sleep over. I was glad I hadn’t protested when Tommy had shut off the lights and climbed back in bed with me the night before. I’d liked having him there. I’d even liked listening to his low voice explain his family tree. Talking quietly in the dark like that felt intimate. Too intimate, probably, which was why I’d asked him the question I’d promised myself I’d never bring up.
I grimaced as I got ready, remembering the way his body had tightened. He hadn’t been expecting it. For the past two years, I’d never said a word, not even when we were talking every day at the clubhouse.
I probably shouldn’t have said anything. No, I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. Some things were best forgotten.
Suddenly, I was afraid he’d taken off the moment I was asleep. Had I pissed him off? He hadn’t seemed angry, just wary, but maybe I’d read him wrong.
I shoved my feet into a pair of sandals and grabbed a banana off my counter. That’s when I found the note he’d written on one of my school notebooks.
“Had to work. I’ll see you after. Tommy.” Then written even smaller at the bottom of the page, “You should bring me lunch.”
I laughed and glanced at the clock. I had just enough time to grab some tacos from the truck down the street and head to the garage before lunch. Perfect.
* * *
“I’m here to see Tommy,” I told the guy at the gate as I came to a stop.
“Pop the trunk,” he ordered, making me roll my eyes.
“I was just here you know,” I called out as he looked in the back of my car. “I was here for the lockdown.”
“Doesn’t matter,” he called back as I pulled the lever to open my trunk. “Still gotta check it.”
A couple minutes later I was moving slowly down the driveway to the garage, and I was sweating a little. Tommy told me to bring him lunch, so it wasn’t like I was just dropping by his work, but I still felt weird. Grease didn’t like me, and the guy was not only in charge but I knew he’d be at the garage. Maybe if I was lucky I could just slip in and give Tommy his tacos without anyone noticing I was there.
When I parked out front, I silently groaned. There were no less than ten guys standing around out front or sitting at the picnic tables in the grass. Son of a bitch.
“Hey, you forget somethin’ here?” Rocky asked as I climbed out of the car.
“No, I—”
“She’s here for Tommy,” Leo called out, making me cringe.
“Oh, yeah?” Rocky said in surprise.
“I brought him tacos,” I mumbled, shutting the door behind me, the bag of food clenched tightly in my fist. “Is he here?”
“Yeah, he’s here,” Rocky replied, nodding. “Yo, Tommy! Heather’s here!” he called toward the garage.
“Your girlfriend’s here,” one of the guys at a picnic table sang.
“She brought you luuunch,” someone else called.
The guys all laughed, and I grit my teeth in embarrassment. I could take a little ribbing. Usually I was the one doing the ribbing. But I barely knew those guys, and I was still waiting for Grease to come out at any moment and order me off the property.
“Hey, sugar,” Tommy called as he came striding out of one of the big doors. “You bring me lunch?”
The guys heckled some more, but I barely noticed them. I was too busy staring at Tommy’s smile as he crossed the pavement. He must have changed his clothes when he got to work that morning, because he was wearing a different set of work pants and a white tank-top that had seen better days. The sight made my mouth water.
“Hey,” he said as he reached me, leaning down to kiss me softly. “Whatcha got in that bag?”
“Tacos,” I replied hoarsely. Holy hell, I was turned on. I was turned on like I wasn’t standing in the middle of a bunch of bikers who were watching us closely. Shit.