Spike’s Perdition (Saints Purgatory MC #7)

7. Ivory

CHAPTER 7

IVORY

“Hmmm.”

Clutching my stilettos to my chest, I hold my breath while Spike rolls over on the bed. I slowly exhale as I lower my arms, quietly unlock the door, and slip out, leaving behind the sexier-than-sin biker who’s still naked under the covers.

Blowing the hair out of my face, I slip my shoes on in the hallway and quickly exit the motel. I pull up the Uber app on my phone and book a ride. As soon as I’m back to my own vehicle, I unlock the driver’s door and slide in, resting my head on the steering wheel and willing my heart to stop pounding.

Coward!

I left him behind with no explanation. It was a dare, a one-time fling. We didn’t make promises. We both knew the score.

He won’t be mad, will he?

Shaking my head to rid the intrusive thoughts, I put the key in the ignition. On the drive home, my mind drifts back to our incredible night together. I lost count of how many orgasms I had because Spike is definitely a giver.

After pulling into my driveway, I throw the car into park and exit on autopilot. Unlocking the front door, I step over the threshold with my head in the clouds. I don’t even remember how I got home, which is crazy because in my line of work, paying attention to one’s surroundings is a must. Too many accidents happen when someone isn’t fully aware of the world around them. That explains how I missed Megan’s car parked in the street.

“Where’ve you been?” Megan screeches.

I toss my keys and purse onto my entry table. “You were at the bar,” I remind her. “You know where I was.”

“Have you checked your phone?”

Now that she mentions it, no, I haven’t. Did I leave it at the motel?

Panicking, I empty my purse. My phone clatters to the floor. I scoop it up and notice the thirty-four missed calls and countless text messages.

“Sorry,” I mumble. “I don’t know how I missed all these.”

Megan pulls me into the living room and down onto the couch.

“What happened?” she asks. “I honestly thought you guys would fool around in an alley or something, but you never came back. When we paid our tab and went outside, your car was there, but you were gone.”

“Sorry. I was planning to be back by last call. I swear.”

Megan smirks. “I take it from your appearance that you got a good dickin’,”

I sigh. “You have no idea.”

I didn’t have time to wash my face before I made my escape. I have raccoon eyes from mascara and eyeliner, smeared lipstick surrounds my mouth, and I haphazardly threw on my clothes. The wrinkles in my dress could tell stories.

“Spill. Now.”

“We got outside the bar and realized we had no real place to go. I’m adventurous, but not enough to be caught naked in my car banging a local biker.” I fidget with my dress. “Spike recommended a motel that was nearby, and we caught an Uber. Next thing I know, it’s morning, and I ducked out and hid my shame all the way back to my car.”

“Wait, you went to a motel and didn’t shower before you left?” she asks incredulously.

“I was in a hurry to get home.”

“Uh-huh, for what?”

“What do you mean, for what?”

Megan smirks. “Well, it certainly wasn’t to check on your friends you abandoned last night, or you would’ve checked your phone and called one of us back.”

“How did you get home?” I ask, remembering I was their ride, and I had my keys with me.

“RaRa offered us a ride. He and Eric were all over each other last night after you left.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. “Now, why were you in such a hurry to get home? Was Spike a dick this morning or something?”

I shift uncomfortably. “Not exactly.”

“You’re being very evasive.”

“Ugh.” I cover my face with my hands. Megan pulls them away and stares into my eyes, concern marring her face. “It’s not like that. I think I might’ve done the wrong thing… but we agreed. It’s not like he di?—”

Megan holds her hands up. “Whoa, back up a minute. What are you talking about? What did you do?”

I jump to my feet and pace back and forth in front of the couch. “I left.”

“Obviously, you’re standing right here.”

“You don’t understand,” I say with a shake of my head. “I left him in the bed. I snuck out like a thief in the night… or morning.”

“Hold on.” Megan reaches out and grasps my wrist. I halt my steps as she pulls me back down. “Let me get this straight. You did the horizontal tango with Mr. Sexy-as-fuck Biker, spent the night with him, and left without saying ‘thanks for the orgasms’? Or was he so terrible in bed you didn’t want to face him?”

“Nothing like that.” I toss a pillow at her. “That was probably the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Then what gives with the disappearing act?”

“It was a dare. A one-night stand.”

“So, that means you couldn’t say goodbye?”

“No strings attached… no commitment. We agreed.”

“And yet you sit here, worried about doing something wrong by sneaking away?” Megan asks. “Help me understand. Do you like him?”

Do I like him?

No. No way could I have feelings for someone after one night of mind-blowing orgasms. I don’t even know him.

“It was sex, a release.”

“You’re avoiding my question,” Megan teases.

“No, I don’t even know him,” I protest.

“But you’d like to,” Megan counters.

I sigh. “It doesn’t matter. Nothing will ever come of it. Sure, the sex was amazing, but that doesn’t mean we’re destined to be together.”

“It could, though.”

I shake my head in denial. “No, Megan, it couldn’t. He’s a biker, for fuck’s sake.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Bikers are not monogamous. They cheat. They’re not faithful. I can’t be with someone like that. I need stability.”

“I didn’t get that vibe from the other bikers there. They really seemed enamored with their woman.”

“Spike overheard a conversation between all of us and dared me. He has Playboy written all over him. No one can be that good in bed and not have tons of women he’s practiced on.”

“That’s not fair, Ivory,” Megan protests. “You should give him a chance if he wants one. It’s not like you were a virgin before jumping into bed with him.”

I’ll never admit it because she’s right. I’ve had my share of sexual partners, but never a one-night stand. Spike seemed at ease with a complete stranger, while the whole time I was freaking out.

Liar! You were egging him on, really getting into the whole dare aspect of it all. And definitely not during the orgasms. And you felt safe enough to fall asleep with him.

“We’ll never know because I’m never going back to Purgatory,” I say with finality.

Megan sighs in frustration. “If that’s what you want, I’ll back you. What’ll you do if he comes searching for you?”

“That’s easy… I never gave him any indication I wanted to see him again or any way for him to find me,” I say matter-of-factly. “The only way he’ll find me is if I step foot in Boulder City again. Now that I know that’s the home of Saints Purgatory, the hounds of hell couldn’t drag me back there.”

“Famous last words.”

“Please, he was amazing in bed, but having an amazing cock doesn’t mean he’s worth the trouble of pursuing.”

“Alright. How about we work out the details for the whitewater rafting trip?” Megan asks, changing the subject. “That’ll be here before we know it.”

I’m right about this. Nothing but pain and heartache can come from dating a biker.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.