Page 16 of Timber
“We’ll talk more later. Now, scoot that pretty ass of yours into the bathroom before I take matters into my own hands and clean you myself.”
My eyes widen and my lips part in surprise at how forward he is. I lick my dry lips without thinking as I feel myself flushing. His eyes darken and he moans when my tongue brushes against his finger. He lowers his head, his mouth hovering over mine for a second, and when I don’t pull away, he leans in further and kisses me.
Sweet mother of Jesus.
I’ve never kissed anyone before, but even in my wildest dreams, I never expected it to feel like this. My lips move tentatively at first as I try to mimic the way his lips move. His tongue teases the crease of my lips as his hands move lower from my waist until they cup my ass. He pulls me closer to him, and a gasp escapes me when I feel the bulge in his jeans against my belly. The second my lips part, he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth. A moan escapes me as the kiss turns more passionate and heated. My thighs clench as his hands tighten around me.
I’m not sure how long we stand there kissing, but when he pulls back, both of us are breathing heavily and his lips are red and swollen. Mine are most likely the same.
“Need you to go in the bathroom, Sunshine, and shut the door before I do something I know you aren’t ready for.” His voice is lower and huskier than usual. My thighs clench once again and his blue eyes darken even further at the action.
A squeak escapes me at Liam’s hungry look, and I hurry to do as he says. Even though I don’t think he’d enter, I still find myself locking the door. A habit from living with Preston.
I pause with my hand still on the doorknob as the other goes to my lips.I can’t believe I just had my first kiss!
That thought has my body freezing as I realize I have absolutely no experience and I have a feeling Liam has way more than me. Would he be satisfied being with someone who isn’t experienced? Will he get bored with me eventually and kick me out?
Shaking my head, I push those thoughts out of my head as I strip and turn on the water. Rummaging through my bag, I pull out my shower supplies and step into the shower once the water’s warm. A moan escapes at the feeling of the warm water pounding down on me. When was the last time I felt true warm water? Maybe earlier this spring, so early May? Was that when the water heater finally crapped out? Preston always said he’d get around to it, but so far, he hasn’t. Regardless, I’m going to take advantage of the warm water while I have it.
I lather up my hair and shampoo it a couple of times before finally conditioning it. Next, I shave my legs and do some way overdue grooming. With the onset of fall, the water temperature started to cool dramatically. I never lingered for very long under the cold water to keep everything groomed how I normally like it, even if I am the only one that sees it.
Once that’s done, I grab my lavender body wash and lather up, making sure to really scrub myself clean. I’ve always felt like there was a layer of grime covering me whenever I was in our trailer or around Preston when he was drinking or using drugs. The thought has me scrubbing even harder to completely wash him and that place off me.
When I feel like I’m finally clean, I rinse off one more time, shut the water off and dry off. Digging through my clothes, I get dressed and pray my sundress will look good enough for the party. I may be a little chilly later on if the party goes into the evening since I don’t have a jacket that will look good with it, but I’ll deal with that later. It’s my nicest outfit, so it’ll have to do.
Pulling out my makeup, I quickly apply it. My skin is pretty fair and clear, so I don’t need much. A little blush, eyeshadow, mascara, and some lip gloss. Grabbing my brush, I start combing my hair and a groan escapes when I realize I didn’t grab my blow dryer and straightener. Darnit. Now my hair will be frizzy.
With a sigh, I look at my reflection. The blue fabric makes my dark blue eyes pop even more than usual. My long blond hair hangs down to the middle of my back. The dress hugs my ample chest before tapering in some at the waist and then flaring a little at my hips before ending a few inches above my knees. Even though I’m skinny due to how I’ve grown up, my hips have always been a bit wider than the other skinny girls in school or at the diner. I’ve always hated that because they make my already weird body size even weirder. Not to mention they made clothes shopping even harder. I probably wouldn’t have minded them if I had grown up in a normal household and had always had as much food as I needed growing up.
A frown pulls at my lips when I realize this dress showcases exactly how skinny I really am due to a lack of consistent meals. Although Peggy gave me as many shifts as she could, it wasn’t every day. Even with offering to take extra shifts if someone had something come up, it wasn’t enough. For the past few years, the only good, filling meals I had were when I worked at the diner. While I also worked at the grocery store, my shifts there were less than my normal shifts at the diner, unfortunately.
On the days that I didn’t work at the grocery store or diner, I’d spend a few dollars at the store to get me enough food to fill my belly. However, since I couldn’t go home to eat, that meant I had no means to cook anything or store refrigerables. The food I usually got on those days were a few granola bars and maybe an apple or banana.
Over the years, I’d grown accustomed to only having one small meal a day. I barely get any food when I’m at home anymore, so there was no point in trying to eat more than once a day while I was still living there. Preston would have been jumping on me like white on rice about where I was getting money for food and then taking what money I had on me for himself. However, once I find a job here, or wherever I’m going if I end up leaving, I’ll be able to buy whatever the hell I want for groceries.
A knock on the door startles me out of my thoughts and I look down at myself, doing one last look over to make sure I’m presentable. With a sigh, I realize I look as good as it’ll get with the clothes and supplies I currently have. I need to go shopping at some point.
Opening the door, Liam’s on the other side, looking down at his phone and he has a couple of bags in his hand. He looks up and I can feel myself blushing under the weight of his heat-filled gaze as it travels up and down my body.
“You look gorgeous, Sunshine.”
“Thank you,” I whisper as I shift anxiously. No one has ever described me as good looking, let alone gorgeous.
I was always bullied while growing up because we lived in a trailer park, and the bullying got even worse after Preston moved in with us. Even though my weight hardly ever fluctuated, he’d frequently tell me I was too fat, and then the next day he’d tell me I was so skinny no one would ever want me because I was all skin and bones. Who’d want to feel up a skeleton?
At school, it was no better. On top of being trailer park trash, I’d been told more times than I could count that I was ugly and no one would ever want me. That my mom and stepdad would have to pay someone to be with me. A pang hits me as the memory of Preston’s phone conversation with Bruce bombards me. Shaking myself internally, I push those memories aside for now.
Timber... I mean, Liam, shakes his head and clears his throat, before holding up the bags. “Sasha, one of our prospects, ran to the store to get you a few things. She saw you didn’t have much with you, so she wanted to grab you some stuff just in case you needed anything.”
“Thank you,” I say as I take the bags, which are surprisingly heavy. As his words sink in, I pause and look back up at him, tilting my head slightly. “Wait, you guys allow women to Prospect? I thought only men could be in MC’s.”
He grins and damn do I have to fight not to clench my thighs in response. Holy heck, this man is sex on a stick.
“Yeah, we recently voted to allow women to put their name in to join the club. We currently have one woman, Levi, who is fully patched into the club. Sasha is our only woman Prospect so far.”
Wow, that’s surprising. Though the little I know about motorcycle clubs comes from movies and a few books, which I always figured weren’t a true portrayal. Not to mention everything Preston had told me about the club throughout the years. Though, I now realize I need to take his words with a grain of salt. While, yes, I’m sure there are clubs out there that do everything he said, it doesn’t seem like the Steel Archangel’s are into that stuff.
Then the rest of his words sink in and I shake my head, confused. “Wait, the same Levi that’s getting married to two guys?”