CRASH: An Evil Dead MC Story (The Outlaw Series) by Nicole James Page B

down at her, feeling the soft touch of her hand on his arm.
    “Just…sit
with me. Please? Just for a little while.”
    He
stared into her eyes, and then he let his gaze move down over her. She was
wearing a pearl-grey satin camisole with lace trim and matching short bottoms.
“All right,” the word came out of his mouth involuntarily. “Scoot over.” And
even as he moved to lean against the headboard next to her, he wondered why he
was putting himself through this torture. Lifting his arm, he wrapped it around
her shoulders, tucking her against his bare chest, his hand rubbing up and down
her upper arm.
    After
a moment, she relaxed into him, her head resting on his chest. “I know it’s
silly, but I just don’t want to be alone.”
    “You’re
not. I’m here, Princess.” He found his hand suddenly stroking the silky
softness of her hair.
    “Talk
to me,” she whispered.
    “What
do you want to talk about?”
    “Anything.
It doesn’t matter. I just like the sound of your voice.”
    “Really?”
He frowned, tilting his head down to look at her. Her head lifted off his chest
to meet his eyes.
      “I know it sounds silly, but your voice calms
me.”
    “Does
it, now?” He grinned down at her. “And here I thought every word out of my
mouth pissed you off.”
    She
smiled and lay her head back down on his chest. “Tell me a story.”
    His
chest shook with his laughter. “A bedtime story? Aren’t you a little old for
that?” She slid her arm around his bare abs, and his hand came up to caress her
forearm as it lay on him.
    “Please.”
    He
huffed out a breath, smiling and gave in. “Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who drove a silver
Mercedes…”
    She
let out a soft tinkle of laughter.
    His
fingers trailed up and down her arm, stroking. “She had long blonde hair like
that of an angel, big blue gorgeous eyes, great fucking legs that went on
forever, tits that could make a man sit up and beg, and an ass just made for-”
    “Crash!”
She slugged his gut.
    “Umph…”
his body curled forward with her punch. “Damn, baby. Give a guy some warning
next time.” He rubbed his hand over his abs. “Anyway, this beautiful princess
was very upset because she didn’t know how to use a coffeemaker or a washing
machine.”
    “How
tragic,” she commented sarcastically.
    “Oh,
it was.” Shannon pinched his stomach, and he jerked. “Oww, babe!”
    “I
want a nice story.”
    “It
is a nice story, if you’d let me tell it .”
    She
settled back down. “Go on.”
    “One
day a handsome prince rode in…”
    “Handsome,
huh?”
    “Very
handsome. He was renowned far and wide for the huge size of his-” She pinched
his nipple this time. “Damn, girl! What the hell?” He rubbed his palm over his
chest. “I’ll remember that, Princess.”
    “The
story?”
    “One
day the handsome prince rode in on a…”
    “White
steed?”
    “Harley
Davidson Dyna Super Glide Custom.”
    She
giggled. “Really? And is there a seat for the princess on this magnificent
machine or does the prince make her ride the fender?”
    “Who’s
tellin’ this story, me or you?”
    “Continue.”
    “So
the prince rode up on his awesome ride and taught the princess all about
coffeemakers, and washing machines, and blowjobs-” This time Crash was quick
enough to block her knee before it came up and connected. He laughed. “Okay.
Story time’s over.”
    “Stay
with me, just until I fall asleep. Please.” She lifted up to look at him.
    He
hesitated, but the fragile look in her eyes pulled at him. Pulling her head
gently back down to his chest, he reached over and switched the lamp off. His
palm stroked over Shannon’s back. “Go to sleep, Princess. It’s late.” She settled
on him, her arm tightening around his gut. Crash continued to stroke her back,
until finally she drifted off to sleep.

 
 
 
    CHAPTER SEVEN

 
 
 
    The
next morning Shannon awoke alone in bed. She stretched and then snuggled