Nina Levine - Fierce

I nodded.  “Agreed.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Dad said, and then left Griff and I alone.

“This isn’t going to end well,” Griff murmured as he watched Dad go.

“I hear you, brother.  I fucking hear you.”

Harlow

Looking around the room, I tried to get my bearings.  I wasn’t in my bed but I hadn’t woken up enough to instantly remember where I was.  Mornings weren’t my best time; I needed coffee to function properly before nine o’clock.  I took in the grey feature wall to my left, the black and grey colour scheme, and the Harley Davidson print on the wall, and realised I was in Scott’s bedroom.  It came back to me; after Lisa had gone to sleep in Scott’s spare room, I’d decided to lie down until he got home.  He must have come home late because I’d fallen asleep, and now it was morning.  The early morning light was filtering through his grey curtains; my watch said six thirty.

The bathroom called so I dragged myself out of bed and went in search of it.  Scott’s home had surprised me.  I’d expected messy and undecorated.  In reality, it was clean, homely and had some decoration in the form of bike prints, rugs on the wood floor, and I’d even noticed a plant in the kitchen.  His house was a Queenslander; I loved the wood and the wrap around verandahs.  He’d obviously spent time and money looking after it too because it was in immaculate condition inside and out.

As I walked down the hallway, I glanced at the photos he’d hung on the wall.  There was one of an older couple that I suspected could be his parents; looked like his dad was a biker too.  The woman in the photo looked like the kind of woman you wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of; tough, and the way she was holding the man was very territorial and protective.  In the next photo, I recognised Nash and J.  There were some other men in this photo that I didn’t know.  I really liked this photo, Scott looked happy in it and I bet if I could zoom in on it, I’d see his crinkled eyes.  Moving my gaze along the wall, I came to a photo of a gorgeous, blonde standing next to Scott who had his arm around her.  And this photo had been taken close so I could definitely make out crinkled eyes.

I lingered over that photo.  She was beautiful, and they looked so happy and carefree together.  I was overcome with a strong desire to know who she was and what she meant to Scott.

“That’s Summer; my cousin,” a soft voice breathed into my ear.

I was startled and jumped a little.  Scott had come up behind me without me even realising.  His body was pressed against my back and his breath tickled my ear and neck when he spoke.  My skin tingled and butterflies took over my stomach.

I turned and sucked in my breath at the sight of his naked chest that glistened with drops of water.  His hair was also wet.  I desperately wanted to trail my eyes down his body to see the rest of him but I maintained eye contact instead.  And oh, holy mother of God, his eyes were crinkled as he watched me.  The butterflies whooshed out of me and desire took hold.

“She’s beautiful,” I finally managed to get out; his closeness was affecting my ability to think straight.

He took a step back and I caught a glimpse of the towel he was wearing.  Pointing at the photos he said, “That’s my parents and those are the boys from my club.”

“I guessed that was your parents.  They look like they’re still happy together.”  Although Madison had told their story, the photo told a different story and I wanted to hear what Scott had to say about it.

He scoffed at that.  “It’s funny how the outside world can be deceived into thinking something is a certain way.  Appearances can be very fucking misleading,” he jabbed his finger at the photo, “My parents aren’t happy, and any happiness they did have was a fucking lie.”

I took in what he’d said, looked at the photo again, and then back at him.  “You’re right, things aren’t always what they seem.”

“In my experience, Harlow, things are never as they fucking seem.”

His voice had a hard edge to it, and I wondered at what he’d seen and lived through in his life.  “Not always, but sometimes they are exactly as they seem,” I murmured, “We’ve just got to open our eyes a little more and when we do see it, we have to believe it the first time and stop second guessing ourselves.”

Scott’s eyes widened a little, and he leant an arm against the wall.  I couldn’t help but stare at his arm muscles as he did this; like I said, I had a weakness for arms, and getting a close up of his bare arms like this could not be wasted.  “Fuck,” was all he said for a moment.  His eyes searched mine, and then he said, “They don’t make chicks like you around here.”

I had no idea what that meant but the mood felt heavy, and I felt the need to lighten it.  “I’m all country, baby,” I joked, throwing a wink at him, “Now, where’s your bathroom?”

He smiled and his eyes crinkled again.  Shaking his head at me, he said, “You’re something fucking else, you know that?”  Pointing at a door down the hall, he directed, “Toilet and shower in there, towels in the cupboard if you want to take a shower.”

“Thanks, I think I will.”

I felt his eyes burning into me as I walked away from him.  When I reached the bathroom, I turned to see if he was still standing there.  He was, and the look of desire written across his face sent heat through my body until all my nerve endings were alive with that same desire.  It couldn’t be denied any longer; I wanted Scott Cole.  Simple as that.

* * *

I found Scott on his back verandah after I’d finished my shower.  He was leaning against the railing, drinking coffee.

“You want a coffee?” he asked, pushing off the railing.

Smiling, I answered, “You have no idea how much I want a coffee.  Yes, please.”

He nodded, and went inside.  I watched him go; he was dressed in the familiar jeans, black t-shirt and his cut.  I’d had no idea that’s what they called their vest; my mother had enlightened me.  I was so clueless about bikers.

“How long have you been a member of Storm?”

“Grew up in it.  My Dad’s the President.”  He held up the sugar with a questioning look, to which I shook my head, no.  Putting it back down, he asked, “Milk?”

“Yes please, but not too much.  And I like my coffee strong.”

A couple of minutes later we were back outside, enjoying our morning coffee and the gorgeous spring morning.  It was my favourite time of the year, warm without the brutal heat that a Queensland summer can bring.

“Time for you to spill, babe.  What was wrong with Lisa last night?”  Scott swiveled to face me.

“Girl stuff.”  I really didn’t want to get into it with him; one, because I was fairly sure once he knew what it was he would rather not know, and two, I didn’t want to break Lisa’s confidence.

He cocked his head with a confused look.  “What girl stuff?”

I sighed.  “Okay, just remember you asked for this and you can’t let on to Lisa that you know.  She got her period for the first time last night.  That kind of girl stuff.”

“Thank fuck you came then.  She wouldn’t have told me and her mother could care less.”

“So, they live next door to you?  Are you close?”  This relationship had me stumped.

“We’re not close but her mother, Michelle, worked at Indigo for awhile.  She’s a junkie and caused problems there so we had to fire her.  Lisa needed a roof over her head so I rented my house next door to Michelle and I keep an eye on Lisa.  She knows to ask for help when she needs it but she rarely asks for anything.”

“She strikes me as a tough little cookie; a real fighter.”

“She is, but she has no fucking confidence.  Michelle ignores her and spends her money on drugs before she ever gives Lisa a dime.”

“So that’s why you brought her cat in and paid for it.”  I was connecting the dots here and I was surprised where they were leading; not at all what I would have thought.  Maybe Scott was more right than I gave him credit for earlier; things and people aren’t always what they seem.

“Yeah, babe, that’s why I got the damn cat fixed.  Lisa loves that cat.”

“I get the impression that underneath that badass biker image there’s a gentle giant.”

“No, there’s just me, Harlow.  There’s no image; I am what I am.  Don’t fuck with me because I’ll fuck back,” he said, roughly, eyes piercing mine.

I leant forward, towards him.  “I get that, but from where I’m standing, what I see is that for the people who don’t fuck with you, you’d give your life for them.  And just for the record, I don’t fuck with people.  Ever.”

He stiffened and his jaw muscles tightened.  His breathing that had been deep and even was now ragged, and his eyes reached into my soul.  I struggled to keep my own breathing even as the intensity of his gaze sent sparks of electricity through me.  When he reached his hand up and ran his thumb over my lips, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest and goosebumps flooded my skin.

Our faces were so close now, and when he spoke, his warm breath touched my lips.  “The more I get to know you, the more I want to know you,” he rasped.

Pleasure shivered through me; from my neck down to my toes.  I bit my lip as I took another step closer to him; our bodies now touching.  The outside world was blocked out; all I could see, hear and smell now was Scott.

“Fuck,” he muttered, and wrapped a hand around the back of my head so he could pull me to him.  His lips smashed down on mine and we kissed.  I entwined my arms around his bulky frame, letting my hands run over his hard muscles.  Scott moved one hand down to cup my ass, and pulled me closer.  I’d never be close enough; his body against mine was sheer heaven.

His kiss was rough, yet tender; his tongue tangled with mine in a gentle caress and then it became wild and dominating.  I moved my fingers to run through his hair and he grunted in response, and roughly pulled me even closer.  My heart was beating so fast now, and my thoughts were scrambled.  This kiss was pulling me under; exposing me and laying me vulnerable to a man from a world completely different to my own.  And yet, after refusing to give my heart to anyone for so long, here was a man I wanted to open myself up to.

He broke the kiss, and murmured slowly, “Fuck.”

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“Because you’re making me feel things I never wanted to feel.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked softly.

“Not sure yet but what I do know is that I’ve no right to drag you into my world.”

“How long do you think it’ll take you to work it out?  Because I’ve gotta tell you, I want you; even if just for that one night.”  His desire for me was causing me to be bold; to be confident in ways I’d never been before.  Throwing myself at a man like this was not my signature move.

“Fuck,” he growled, again, and leant down to brush his lips roughly over mine.

Of course, I took the opportunity to turn this into another full blown kiss and quickly wrapped my hands around his neck while my tongue played with his and my teeth softly bit his lips.  Eventually he pulled away and shook his head at me.  “Again, the more I get to know, the more I fucking want.”

I was just about to say something when we were interrupted by Lisa.  “Scott, is it okay if I go home now to get ready for school?”

Oh, my heart broke for this child.  She was twelve but she lacked the confidence that a young girl needed to start her journey through the minefield that was the teenage years.  She was average height but so very skinny, her hair was a dirty blonde that hung limply just below her shoulders and she walked with a slight hunch.  I wanted to take her home, feed her and pamper her; really, I just wanted to love her because it was obvious she needed it.

“Sure,” he replied, and then looked at me, “Harlow will take you.”

Lisa gave Scott a look that said ‘I don’t need help getting home’, but I knew where he was coming from so I said, “Come on, let’s get you home.”  I put my arm around her shoulder and walked with her.

Once we were outside and on our own, I said to her, “How are you feeling today, honey?  Do you have any period pain?”

Her cheeks flamed red.  “No, I don’t have any pain.  Will I get pain?”  Worry etched her face.  Bloody hell, her mother hadn’t prepared her for any of this.

“Not necessarily but a lot of girls do get pain. I want you to call me if you get some because I will bring you something to help with it.  Do you have a mobile phone?”  I added that last bit on because it occurred to me that she might not have one.