Page 7 of A Fighting Chance
“Did it hurt?” I ask, suddenly finding my voice and my backbone again. This is easier for me. I am better at being a snarky bitch than I am at being the damsel in distress.
“Did what hurt pretty lady?” Kristoff switches on his best charming smile.
Or at least he tries to with his split lip and a broken nose. The bruise on his jaw looks like it also may make smiling painful.
“Getting your ass kicked last night?” I smirk. “I suppose you should get used to it. I mean Alistair is going to beat the ever-loving shit out of you in the ring.”
Alistair chuckles as he wraps an arm around me, pulling me into his side. Kristoff reddens at my words and clenches his fists.
“We’ll see,” Kristoff nods before walking away.
“Where is your car?” Alistair asks after Kristoff turns the corner.
“I walked.”
“You walked?”
“Why do you sound so shocked? Severn is so small I could walk from one end to another in less than twenty minutes,” I reply.
“And you just got a creepy package.” He shakes his head before pulling me toward a massive, gleaming Harley. “Hop on.”
“I don’t think so.” I hate motorcycles. Always have.
“Please don’t be difficult about this,” he sighs. “I know you don’t like bikes, but I just want to get you home.” I feel myself melt a little at the fact that he remembered. “I promise I won’t go fast.”
He leans down and looks into my eyes, imploring me with his gaze. I give in and nod. What’s the worst that could happen?
Chapter Five
Alistair
Having Mercedes on the back of my bike is a dream come true, even under these shitty circumstances. I know she doesn’t like motorcycles but there wasn’t much choice today. Her father got in a bad wreck when she was six and died, since then she has vehemently protested getting on one.
This is heaven for me though. Having her pressed again me, her soft breasts flush with my back, thick thighs gripping my waist. My cock is a lead pipe in my jeans at the feel of her behind me. I rarely take a girl out on my bike, but I can imagine going for lazy Sunday rides with Mercedes behind me.
“Oh my God,” I hear her gasp and a chuckle leaves me. “This is amazing!” she shouts in my ear.
I don’t reply because my words would be lost in the wind, but I do nod my head, so she knows I heard her. I take the long way toward the house she grew up in, simply enjoying having her hands clasped around my waist.
When we finally pull up, I am not at all surprised to see my mother standing on the porch of her home with a cup of tea in hand. She watches us like a hawk as I help Mercedes dismount.
“So, this is how I finally get to lay eyes on one of my boys?” my mother asks before sipping at her drink.
“I was here last Sunday for lunch,” I fire back with a smile as I walk up the steps to give her a hug and a kiss.
“Now I see. You only visit me when you’re hungry?” she teases, and Mercedes laughs behind me. “Well look at you!”
“Hi, Mrs. Chance.” Mercedes smiles before she is pulled in for a bear hug.
My mother holds her at arm’s length and takes her in. “Well, you’re certainly not a knob-knee little girl anymore. You should come to family lunch on Sunday.”
“Oh no,” Mercedes tries to talk her way out. “I couldn’t come to a family…”
But I cut her off before she can finish. “We’ll be here momma.” I kiss my mother’s cheek before taking Mercedes’s hand in mine and leading her down the steps. “We need to get going or we are going to be late,” I say to no one in particular.
Crossing both yards, I basically drag Mercedes behind me until we reach her front door. I take the keys from her hand and open it up before walking inside.
“Stay here,” I say after closing the door.