The Thunder Wolves MC - Lyssa (Book #13)

5

Lyssa

By the time it was time to leave the bar and head home, it was clear neither Emilia nor I were in a state to drive. Though if the guys hadn’t been there and offered to give us rides back to the house, I was in a much better state than she was, and would have chanced the mile or so behind the wheel. Then again, I may have talked her into simply walking back to the house as well. It wasn’t a bad walk, and one I make every day since I have to work, as I haven't yet gotten myself a car. I didn’t feel the need for one. Everything I needed was within walking distance of the house. And on the few occasions I went farther than what was in walking distance, I was always with Emilia, and we used her car.

I wasn’t surprised Emilia climbed onto the back of D’s motorcycle. I was, however, surprised when Goose offered me help on the back of his bike. Not that there was much of a choice, as the other guys all began to leave, leaving me with no other option. I am not going to lie, climbing on the back of Goose’s bike wasn’t like being on the back of Tank’s bike. It felt more intimate with Goose than feeling like you were riding with your father, as it had with Tank. Goose also didn’t give me a warning, though I suspect that was because my hands instantly went to his sides as I settled in behind him. Then again, he could have been trying to get the reaction he got out of me by my hands moving from his sides to wrapped around his waist as his motorcycle jumped forward as he took off behind D and Emilia out of the parking lot and down the street. And I know once we got going, I could have moved my hands back to his sides, but I didn’t. Why, simply because I didn’t want to. And why should I? He didn’t seem to mind. Also, with my hands now resting on his well-defined abs, it meant I was pressed up against him. Sure, there is more than one layer of clothing between the two of us. Still, I was sure he wasn’t going to be too upset about the fact that my chest was pressed up against his back, and to sit comfortably with my hands around him, I had to shift slightly in the seat so we were entirely pressed up against each other.

Pulling into the driveway, Goose pulled his bike up close to the house just as D had. And just as D had with Emilia, Goose helped me off the back of his bike and walked me down the sidewalk along the side of Emilia’s house to the door that leads into the basement apartment I rented from her. Unlocking the door and letting myself inside, I half expected Goose to follow me in, but when he didn’t show any signs of doing so, I did something I had never done before, not sure if it was the alcohol or not. Still, my mouth said the words before I was able to think them through fully.

“You want to come in?”

One of his eyebrows rose as he watched me for a good thirty seconds. His eyebrow lowered as his eyes moved over my body, clearly checking me out.

“I don’t know that, that would be a good idea.”

My turn to raise an eyebrow at him. He spent the majority of the night watching me. I felt his eyes on me the whole time, not to mention every time I looked over to confirm my suspicions of his eyes still being on me, they were. He never tried to hide it. He clearly made his motorcycle jump the way it did when I was behind him, so I would be forced to sit closer to him as he gave me a ride back home. And he clearly just checked me out, and not for the first time tonight. I may be a little drunk, but I know I wasn’t so drunk that I was misreading everything. So maybe it was the alcohol talking right now, but I was clear-headed enough to know what I was asking for. Though I will admit perhaps it wasn’t cool of me as Emilia’s friend because of her statement earlier in the night, and her clear feelings for this very man. But, she also stated that he was very clear with her about his feelings for her and how she would always be a sister to him. Maybe that was why I allowed myself to continue and take a step closer to him, so we were merely inches apart, and I now had to look up at him to look him in the eyes.

“And why’s that?”

Swallowing hard, he cleared his throat.

“You’re drunk, and I wouldn’t want you to think I was taking advantage.”

Tilting my head slightly, I kept eye contact with him while reaching out with one of my hands and placing it on his chest.

“Not so much that I don’t know what I am asking for.”

Slowly moving my hand down his chest, it was hard to keep the smile off my face as the look in his eyes darkened and his whole body shifted. His hands moved to either side of the door frame, while his body moved closer to mine so we were not more than an inch apart, then a couple of inches.

“I would hate to make things weird between you and Em.”

Pausing my hand just as it slipped under his shirt on his abs, I nodded.

“I understand.”

Running my fingers over his abs, I pulled my hand back out from under his shirt and took a step back. My mind was second-guessing everything, maybe I had misread everything. I don’t think I had, but perhaps I was a little more drunk than I thought. Only as I took a step back, he took a step forward, keeping the two of us only an inch apart, even less as his hands fell from the door frame to my hips and pulled me flush with him. There was no denying I misread s**t now. He was hard and felt like his jeans were straining to keep him confined.

“I don’t think you do. I didn’t say I wasn’t interested, I don’t want things to be weird between you and your friend.”

Again, I nodded.

“And as I said, I understand. I can always take care of myself after all, if you are that worried.”

Groaning and pretty sure, he whispered “f**k” just before he walked both of us the rest of the way into my apartment, shutting the door behind him, only to turn both of us around so my back was pressed up against it.