Never Ever: Book One Perdition MC (8 page)

“Are you for real?”

“Babe,”

She frowned at how his voice hardened with his total, dead
fuckin seriousness, sat there a minute, glanced at the food he’d put together
for her, and with a few little blinks sat forward and raised her lips to his
for a soft, sweet little kiss. “Don’t let the door catch your ass on the way
out.” He laughed and grabbed a handful of her hair, holding her still for the
kiss he wanted. Deep, hard, tongues twisting until he reached his limit,
“You’re such a shit.
Gotta
go, be back soon.”

“Kay,” She said, looking a little wasted after he drew back.
“Eat your gross breakfast.”

“Yeah.”

Chapter Eight

She was breathing deeply of the jasmine blooming in the
hothouse when she heard the roar of his pipes. The sound of them made her clit
spasm and her entire body break out in hot chills. Yeah, hot, chills. Heat that
rippled over her body and left goosebumps in its wake. The sex this morning had
been unexpected, well, as unexpected as it could be with a mammoth biker
sharing her bed. She’d gone to sleep last night after having threatened to
castrate him if he tried anything, to which he’d just laughed, grabbed a
handful of her boob and cuddled up behind her in bed.

She hadn’t slept so
good
in eight
years.

Bastard.

She wasn’t sure still what had prompted him to snatch her up
and fuck her like their lives were depending on it, and the orgasms…holy shit, she’d
never been one to have multiple orgasms, and whether it was due to her
hypersensitivity or his skill at wielding that massive cock of his, but she’d
rolled from one orgasm to the next like she was on a rollercoaster bound for
heaven. And the stupor afterwards,
jesus
it had felt good to linger, pressed up against his hard body while he’d stroked
her softly.

But after, how he’d palmed her
belly, that
had rocked her to the foundation of her soul. To feel him tentatively
connecting to her, to them. And then running away to go fix her breakfast in
bed. She didn’t know what to think. How to feel. What to do other than have
been sarcastic and snippy. Which had led her to wonder if he’d be back at all
after she’d snapped at him.

And then that kiss…

“Babe?”

She almost jolted sideways with the leaping of her heart, the
surprise at his voice cutting through the hot house to where she knelt. “Here,”
She croaked, and glanced up to see him come striding through a shaft of
sunlight, like some depraved god risen from the underworld come to claim her.
Hades, and she
his
willing Persephone.  He came
towards her, his heavy boots crunching on the gravel, his short wallet chain
slapping softly against his thigh, filling the space with his presence and her
heartbeat kicked into overdrive. He saw her, peeled his sunglasses of his face
and smirked at her, coming to stand over her and look down at the flowers she
was planting around the rim of her new mermaid fountain. “Looks nice.”

He held his hands down to her and she stood up, but like it
had been happening, more and more it seemed, the hothouse spun around her and
she swayed a little, getting caught up and smashed to Roar’s hard, leather
covered chest. “Shit, babe? Ever, honey what’s wrong? Do I need to panic?” She
smiled a little drunkenly, because he already sounded panicked and closed her
eyes, steadying herself with two fistfuls of his cut. “No. I’m good. Dizzy.
Doctor said it’s normal, just to be careful and not stand up so fast.”

“This happened before?” Man, he sounded pissed off. Had he
not just heard the part where it was normal? “Few times, yeah. I’m good. It’s
okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Just…just let me stand here a sec, it’ll pass.”

His arms curved around her, one hand pressing her head deeper
against his chest, making her breathe in the smell of his leather cut, the wind
and the cold air on his skin. He didn’t say anything else, just held her steady
until her fingers unknotted from his cut and she felt confident she could stand
up on her own two feet and not keel over. “
Ev
, you
okay?” She turned her cheek to see Tara, a dainty little pixie like thing, with
more hair than anyone she’d ever known in her life, hovering uncertainly in the
doorway of the hothouse, gnawing on her lips while she looked nervously at Roar.
“Yeah. Got dizzy again. Tara, this is Roar, Tara’s my resident artist. She
makes all the glass stuff around the place.” She felt Roar jerk his chin up at
Tara, heard him grunt a manly, “Hey.”

“Nice um, nice to meet you. Do you need some water? Or an Italian
soda?”

“Yeah, actually. The sugar would be good.”

“One raspberry Italian soda,
comin
up.”

Tara hurried away and Roar made her entire body melt when he
scooped her up and took her over to a nearby stone bench, carefully setting her
down so he could drop to his haunches in front of her. Despite her assuring him
again that she was fine, he was frowning intently at her, hair all sexy and
wild from his ride. Damn, something else she liked about him. “How often this
happen?” He grunted, and she shrugged, dusting the dirt off her hands and
wondering if she was going to be one of those pregnant women she’d read about,
who were constantly in need of an orgasm. If so, she was screwed, because Roar
was just one big walking orgasm waiting to happen. “Two, three times in the
last couple months.” Tara came hurrying back, her thick mane of honey brown
hair flying in the most disgustingly perfect manner around her cute face, with
her soda in hand. “Thanks, how are your balls?” Roar guffawed, not missing how
Tara flinched before she smiled, “Good. I’ll have another chandelier done soon,
maybe another one in time for the show.”

“That’s great,”

Before she could talk any further at her friend, she
skedaddled as quickly as possible. Roar looked over his shoulder to where she
disappeared through the hothouse, while she sipped thoughtfully on her sweet
raspberry soda. “I scared her.” Roar stated, sounding not quite happy about
that. “It’s not you. She’s got a pretty dark past.” Roar turned back around and
his brows were in his hair, “You looked into her?” He said disbelievingly.
“Yeah. She’s my tenant, clearly hiding a shady past and I wanted to know what
it was. Found out, took steps to protect her.”

“You did.”

“Yes?”

“And just how did you go about all this?”

“Your condescension is so sweet.”

“Seriously, babe. What were you
gonna
do?”

“Right now, it’s not your business. It’s hers. She has a
problem, then I’ll make it your business, no negotiating.”

She raised her brows and snorted when he finally gave a nod
of acknowledgment, getting up and having to jolt back when he sprung up and
caught her elbows like she was going down. She noticed then that he had grass
stains on his jeans and smelled like dirt, “You go for a roll in the grass or
something?” She asked, lifting up the edge of his cut to see more dirt and
grass stains, “No. Tore a hole in the front lawn at the compound. Had to fill
it back in with sod.”

“Oh. You can back off, I’m good.”

“Good. You forgot something.”

She stood there for a second, trying to remember what she’d
forgotten, and then it hit her. “Oh. Right. You’re back.” She rose up on her
toes to touch her lips to his, and his hand slid back into her hair to steady
her. Her soda almost slid from her fingertips because his kiss hit her like an
entire fifth of whiskey, churned up from her toes, warm, bone melting. “Love
that mouth,” He told her gutturally, fingers shifting, gripping and kneading in
her hair until she felt drowsy and sleepy again.

Shit he could kiss.

She liked that too.

Damn.

He strolled with her through the nursery, hand in hand, big
cup of coffee in his free hand that she was doing her best not to sniff at
longingly. He was looking around her place, getting to know her business,
asking about the butterflies she’d hatched. “Caterpillars for now, trying to
keep them in the hot house until
they
morph. It’ll be
a butterfly house when
alls
said and done, place to
host small parties, wedding showers, stuff like that.” He’d shot her a weird
look then that she couldn’t quite decipher, and stopped in front of the metal
sculpture, a bird made entirely out of old silverware. “That’s cool as shit.”
He said while he studied it, and she felt her cheeks turn hot, “Thanks. It’s
one of my best.”

Was it weird that it made her happy, when he snorted the sip
of coffee he’d just taken? He spluttered and pulled his hand down his face to
get the spray off his lips, looking at her in amazement and then back to the
bird. “You did that?” She nodded, reaching out to pluck a dead leaf from where
it had gotten stuck in some of the metal twists. “Dad taught me how to use a
blow torch when I was a kid, I wanted to help him work on the bikes and cars
they brought into the garage. One of the only times he ever told me no. I
figure they were chopping them or something, so I started doing little art
projects. After they were all gone, needed something to do to keep me busy, got
better at it, and when I put stuff up out here, people started buying it. The
kids that come out here with their parents know I’ll buy scrap metal from them,
or things they dig up from their yards, like railroad ties, or old silverware
or something. They bring me cool stuff, I make this. One kid’s dad puts shoes
on horses, the kid rides his bike two miles, brings me a huge box of old shoes
once a week and I give him twenty bucks. He’s saving up for a car when he turns
sixteen. He’s eight.”

He looked at her like she’d just done something to blow his
socks off, so she ignored him and kept walking. Her people were walking around
helping customers, kids were running around screaming with streamers and
whacking at her big wind chimes. Those would need to come down today, a storm
was blowing in. “Hey Todd?” She shouted, and the beanie wearing hipster popped
up from behind some hydrangea bushes on the other side of the berry patches. He
planted a hand on his hip, gave her a droll look and unclipped the
walkie
talkie from his belt to wiggle at her. “Oh, right.”
She unclipped hers and pushed the button, having totally forgotten that she’d
gotten these for everyone to make life a little easier. “Sorry. I need the big
chimes down by tonight, storms blowing in according to the radar.”

“On it, boss.”

“Do not, crash the forklift into my koi pond again.”

She saw him turn a ruddy red from across the property, give
her a salute and hustled towards the equipment shed. “He crashed the forklift
into your koi pond?” She shot
Roar
a dirty look at his
amused, disbelieving drawl. “Some piece of ass flashed him some side boob. He
crashed.” His answering laugh was hilarious, she just rolled her eyes and
headed for the front of the shop. It was inventory day, and with Annie fired,
she had a slot that needed filling. Great. Trudy, her part time shop girl fresh
out of high school, visibly creamed her panties. “Hey Trudy, got my inventory
list?” Trudy hustled to get it for her, then went back to batting her eyelashes
at Roar. He looked amused, so she left him to it and went back to her office,
leaving the door open because she was totally eavesdropping. “Hi again, Mr.
Morningstar! Back for more grass?” Trudy was adorable, and very friendly, but
her attempt to be cool while flirting still needed some work.

Morningstar
? She mouthed to her papers, what the hell kind of name was
that? “Nope. I’m good, kid. Thanks. Babe, need the keys to your Jeep.” She
looked up from counting the number of squash starter packs she’d sold last
month and blinked at Roar, leaning in the doorway to her office, smirking at
her. “Why?”  

“Need to haul some stuff and the prospects have the truck.”

“Legal stuff?”

“Babe.”

Bikers communicated a lot in varied one word answers, and
that
babe
, was a droll, ‘are you serious’ tone. “What? I don’t know your
business. And it’s my Jeep.” He rolled his eyes at her, “We’ll talk about my
business later. Got some stuff of mine that won’t fit on my bike.” She hoped he
wasn’t going to haul exercise equipment, or furniture saturated with the scent
of spilled beer, pussy and smoke into her clean house. She’d set that shit on
fire if that was the case. “Keys in the cup holder inside.” His immediate frown
was disapproving, but he didn’t say anything. Just raised his brows
expectantly, and she huffed, “Leaving. Right.” Amusement crinkled around his
eyes, but she almost went nuts when she tasted the coffee on his mouth. “Jesus,
you taste like coffee I can’t have.” She whimpered, licking her way into his
mouth to suck on his tongue. “Shit, honey. I’ll drink coffee all day long if
you kiss me like that.”