Time passed, and the bike finally came to a stop. “Where are we?” she asked.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m not going to leave you on your own.” He helped her off the bike, removed the helmet, and took her hand. She followed behind him with sure steps. This was the first time she’d ever been out walking when she was sure the person wouldn’t hurt her or cause her to fall. Kenneth always found ways of making her feel unsure on her feet.
He opened the door, and she reached out instinctively to put her hand on it. Other times, Kenneth made sure she hurt herself.
Stop thinking about him. He’s not here to take this from you.
Blowing out a breath, she stopped as Pussy placed a palm on her stomach. Was he purposefully giving her independence?
She didn’t know. Pussy didn’t seem the guy to go out of his way for a girl. Were they all throwing themselves at him?
“Hey, darling. We’re looking for a room for the night,” Pussy said.
The hand holding hers released her. She panicked for a split second then released a sigh as he placed that arm along her shoulders.
“For you and your sister?” the woman asked.
“Nah, babe, this is my woman. We’re having a little fun before duty calls back at home.” Pussy kissed her temple.
“We don’t do rooms by the hour.”
How dare the bitch say something so mean? Sasha went to speak up, but Pussy got there before her.
“Get your f**king manager before you seriously piss me the f**k off, bitch.” Pussy had never once talked to her like that.
Licking her lips, Sasha felt nervous for the girl.
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t care to hear what you’ve got to say. Get your f**king manager and you better hope he or she is feeling in a forgiving mood.”
Minutes passed, and she didn’t hear anything else. “Don’t you think you were a little hard on her?” Sasha asked.
“Bitch was insulting, and I don’t accept crap like that when it comes to you.” He kissed her head again. “Don’t panic or anything. I want a room, and I want it without attitude.”
When the manager arrived, Sasha tucked herself against Pussy. Was he frightening to look at when he was angry? She didn’t think of him as scary. Tuning out what he was saying, she closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of him.
What if you could see?
She’d long given up that hope. Right now, she didn’t need to see with his arms wrapped around her. Pussy made her feel protected. She knew it was wrong, but she adored his name. Everything about him contradicted what Kenneth wanted for her.
Pussy was a hard, rough biker with a startling sweet side.
“I expect a f**king discount for her treatment.”
“Absolutely. Here, take this room. It’s a beautiful room, and if you need any help at all, let me know.” She assumed that was the manager stumbling over his words.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get out of here.”
Pussy led her out of the room. She went with him.
“Right, we’re going to go up some steps. Are you good to make them?”
“Yes.”
They took several steps forward, and Pussy paused. “Step.”
She searched for the step and started the momentum going up. Pussy’s arms on her waist kept her steady. Making her way up the flight of stairs was a huge achievement for her. Smiling at the top, she giggled. “I did it.”
“What’s the matter, baby?”
“At home they installed one of those chairs for me to get to my room. That was my first flight of steps, and I did it.” She flung her arms around him, holding on tight.
Pussy laughed with her. She wanted to share this enjoyment with him.
“He’s really kept you trapped.”
Sasha stopped to think about what he said. He was right. Kenneth had kept her trapped, afraid to move to the outside world. What could he hope to achieve with keeping her around?
“Yes, he has.”
“Baby, don’t worry about him. He’s never going to hurt you.”
“How do you know that?”
“Chaos Bleeds, we’re a family as much as we’re a club. We won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”
Could she accept his help?
Did she have a choice?
Her mother couldn’t stop what Kenneth had done.
“I don’t want to talk about him anymore. He’s ruined my life enough.” She’d barely lived. All of her friends were off having a great time while she stayed at home, waiting to live. Slowly, she was being beat down, and having Pussy for company was showing her that.
He took hold of her hand and led her down toward the room. She didn’t try to steady herself like normal. Sasha trusted him to get her to where he wanted her safely.
She listened for the click of the lock.
“Right, we’re here.” Pussy opened the door and helped her inside.
“Is it dark or light out?”
“It’s getting dark.” He flicked the light on.
“I wouldn’t worry about it. It doesn’t matter if it’s light or dark.” She tried to smile. Did he like the way she looked? For four years she’d not looked in a mirror. Was she pretty? He had to like her to get her off, right? “I’m so confused,” she said.
“Baby, talk to me, and I might be able to help with that confusion.” He ran his hands up and down her arms, comforting her.
“No, I can’t ask you this. It’s crazy, and I’m sure women’s magazines would be against me asking something like this,” she said.
Pussy chuckled. “Just ask.”
Letting out a sigh, she nibbled on her lip. “Okay, do you find me attractive?” she asked.
“Baby, you’ve got no idea how hot you make me. You’re so f**king perfect and beautiful. You put other women to shame.”
She smiled. “Really?”
“Does this feel like I want to f**k something ugly?” He placed her hand on the hard ridge of his cock. Wow. No, it didn’t feel like he wanted to f**k something ugly. “This is what you do to me.”
His other hand went underneath her chin, tilting her head back. She didn’t know what she was looking at. This was what she hated the most, the lack of knowing where her gaze fell.
“I like what I do to you,” she said.
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
Did he want her to say anything or to deny him? She wanted to feel his lips on hers.
He moved some of her hair out of the way, and then his mouth was on hers. At first they were gentle, exploring hers. His tongue glided over her lips, and she moaned at the smallest contact.