The Biker's Fate Chapter 163

I woke again to an empty bed. This ti it was light outside and there was a note on the nightstand. Pid, Take the pills and text .

I smiled and did as he ordered (he was bossy even in written form), then I headed to the bathroom. I really wanted a shower, but couldn’t get my stitches wet yet, which just grossed out, so I turned on the water and scooped my hair on top of my head.

"Dare?" Mack pushed into the bathroom with a frown. "What are you doin’?"

"Taking a shower."

"You’re not supposed to get your head wet."

"I know that. I’ll be careful."

"Darien. Sotis, I feel like I should put you over my knee." He forced to sit on the toilet lid, naked as the day I was born, and he adjusted the water.

"Over your knee sounds like fun."

"Fuck . Don’t say shit like that when I can’t do anything about it."

I giggled. "You better do sothing about it sooner than later."

Mack glanced at , then pulled his T-shirt off. "Co on... in you go."

He helped stand on shaky legs and I slid my hand down his chest and under the waistband of his jeans. "Mmm, I love going in."

Mack hissed and pulled my hand away. "God damn, Darien, you’re impossible to resist."

"Then don’t."

He cupped my face and I leaned into him, chest to chest. "Darien, you’re reacting to the drugs. It’s making you horny, which is good to know, so I know what to watch for, but I’m not gonna do anything to hurt you more. Do a favor and try to resist the urge, yeah? I promise, I’ll make it worth your while as soon as you’re well."

I licked my lips and pouted. "You’re no fun, Logan."

"I know, honey. I’m sorry." He kissed gently and then helped into the shower.

I managed about four minutes before I felt totally loopy. Mack helped rinse off then was extraordinarily gentle as he dried and put back to bed. I think I was asleep before he was even done drying , but couldn’t be sure.

I slept on and off until the next morning, waking early pressed up against Mack. My head was markedly better and I rolled over so I could snuggle closer to my man.

"Hey," he whispered, and gave a gentle squeeze.

"Sorry. I didn’t an to wake you." I kissed his throat and then his chest. He slled like him and the body wash he used. Delicious.

"You can wake anyti." He gave a gentle squeeze. "How’s your head?"

"Much better."

"Doc wants you back tomorrow to check the stitches."

I nodded against his chest. "’K."

His hand slid under the sweatshirt I was wearing and settled on my waist. I gasped and sat up... a little too fast. "Ouch."

"Damn it, Darien." Mack sat up as well and took my arm. "You need to go slow."

"Where’s Barney?" I asked, and tried to climb off the bed.

"He’s in with Pauley." Mack held tight so I couldn’t move. "He’s being cared for by pretty much everyone in the club. I think he may be the unofficial mascot."

"Well, I should probably take care of him now."

"Dare," he said quietly, and tugged onto his chest gently. "We’re gonna rest a bit before we do anything. You need to take so ds and see where you’re at once you do."

"I don’t want to sleep anymore."

"You can take so Tylenol now and then see if you need sothing harder later."

I sighed. "Okay."

"Okay," he mimicked, and kissed my temple. "Right now, though, I’m gonna hold you for a minute."

"Can we do more than cuddle?"

"No."

I huffed and sat up. "I’ll take the Tylenol now."

Mack laughed and shook his head. "Worse than a man." He climbed off the bed and I watched him walk to the bathroom. He was naked, damn it, and he was gorgeous.

I dragged Mack’s sweatshirt off and grimaced as it rubbed against my stitches. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my way out of the ache. Gah! I didn’t want to still be in pain. It was seriously cutting into my sex life.

Mack walked out of the bathroom with a bottle of Tylenol and stalled. "Babe."

I opened my eyes and scowled. "I wanted to prove you wrong, but I can’t. It hurts too much."

He gave a gentle smile. "I think you should take the oxy."

"I really don’t want to be all loopy. It’s not nearly as bad as it was."

"Okay. We’ll start with these then." He handed the Tylenol and I grabbed the water next to the bed. "Hungry?"

I nodded. "Starving."

"Get dressed and we’ll see what we’ve got in the kitchen."

"And find Barney."

"And we’ll find Barney." He leaned down and kissed gently and I headed to the bathroom.