The man brought a whole new meaning to insatiable.
He'd fucked me two more times out in the forest clearing, and he was already giving me that look like he wanted me naked as soon as we got home. I should've been drained, but my traitorous * tingled anyway, horny for more of what he'd left inside me.
God. At this rate, he'd knock me up whether I was on birth control or not.
Everything was moving too fast, and he was in the lead. He took my hand whenever I slowed down, pulled me forward, helping me through the woods just like he'd drawn me through life.
“Think I'll fuck you on the porch tonight,” he said, squeezing my fingers. “We're damned lucky we've got another clear night. You saw those stars last night, didn't you?”
“Yup. Better make the most of it. It's our last night here for a little while.”
The nervousness building in the back of my brain started to seep out. I worried about how I'd go out with him again, much less get moved in.
My parents would want me dragged off to therapy with a court order if I told them I'd decided to hitch up with some man I'd only met weeks ago. And if Daddy didn't keep the pressure on Detective Harlow, he might come looking for more evidence about the dead men.
If he found out about Skin, he'd have a lot to dig through, too. I couldn't let it happen.
“Babe, what's wrong?” My man stopped, pulled me close, scanning my eyes with his.
I couldn't hide anything. “I'm worried,” I said.
“Tell me what's behind it, and I'll make it right.”
It sounded so easy, and I wanted to believe him. I smiled, wiggled my fingers in his, and looked past him at the wild fall colors lighting up the trees.
“It's not that simple. I don't know what I'm going to tell my parents, Skin. They're expecting me to come home and shove off to this place in Georgia for a few weeks so I can get some help. Mentally, I mean.”
“Bullshit. I'll talk to your old man, face to face. Call him up right now.”
I laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. But the biker reached into my bag, found my phone, and jerked it out, pushing it into my hand.
“Tell him the truth. Tell him about us. You're welcome to see a shrink on the side, Meg, I ain't gonna stop you. But when I look into your eyes, I don't see a broken, beat down woman. I was afraid that's what you'd be, even after I blew the pimp's fucking brains out, but I was wrong. You're stronger than that. You've got everything you need to get your life back on track right here.”
He thumped his chest, then narrowed his eyes, giving me that killer look he'd used all through the rescue. “Call him. Tell him.”
“This is crazy!” My eyes were about to pop out of my head. “Skin, come on, can't we figure something else out?”
“No.”
One word, like thunder in his voice. Amazing how he could melt everything else inside me as easily as he melted my panties. I couldn't think of a good argument against his idea either, however insane it seemed.
I wasn't going to tell him about the detective unless I needed to. He'd saved my life and I'd given him and his club a second chance. I meant to keep on giving it too, even if I had to handle everything on that end myself.
I had a lot to learn about this lifestyle I'd taken on, but I knew my old man deserved better than having more problems dumped in his lap. Daddy had the pull to put this to rest once and for all.
Maybe Skin was right. I'd lied to my parents enough. Hell, my father knew I'd done as much.
Muddying the truth wasn't going to bring us closer.
With a heavy sigh, I tapped my dad's cell on my screen and held it up to my ear.
“Jesus, Megan! Where the hell have you been? I was about to call the police.”
“What?” My heart went into overdrive. “Why?”
“Had a little chat with Becky this morning to see how she's getting along with the car business. She told me she'd seen you leave a few hours ago, but I know a girl who's tongue tied. It took her three times to get her story straight!”
Shit. I almost died on the spot between Dad's angry disappointment growling in my ear, and Skin's stern eyes fixed on me, turning me to stone.
“I'm sorry I lied to you.” Bitterness crept into my voice. The truth always stung, but it was the only thing that could save me now.
“My God, honey. You don't know the damage you've done.” He let out a long sigh. “Where are you, then? Are you on drugs? Did the man who took you away get you hooked?”
“No, Daddy, no.” I cringed, turning away from Skin. “Nothing like that.”
“I don't understand. You'd better start talking.”
“There's someone else. I've met a man. He helped me get away from the whorehouse alive, and I think I'm falling for him.”