Page 34 of Christmas Wish
“Then hurry up.”
“There’s no need to rush. You and the boy can stay in here if you want.”
“I wouldn’t dream of intruding.” Savannah picked at her nail.
He walked over to her. “You’re not. Don’t mind the shit I said earlier—I didn’t mean it.”
She looked up at him with those eyes—so soft and blue, and he wanted to yank her to him and kiss her deeply, but he just stared back. A strand of hair fell across her cheek, and he reached out and brushed it away, his fingertips touching her delicate skin. He pulled away quickly, amazed at his self-control.
“We can go into town tomorrow. I know you want to get some things.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
Ryder turned to leave, but he stopped and held her gaze. “Are we all right now?”
“I don’t know.” Savannah blinked. “I did something to make you mad,” she continued, her eyebrows squishing together, “but I don’t know what it was. I wish you would just talk to me.”
“It’s me. I was having a bad day.”
“Then talk to me.”
He paused for a moment then clenched his jaw and squared his shoulders. “I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready.” He ignored her exasperated sigh and walked out of the kitchen.
When Savannah and Timmy retreated back to the boy’s room, Animal shook his head. “Now I get why you haven’t been coming around for some pussy at the club.”
The other bikers cajoled, and Throttle and Rags poked Ryder in the ribs.
“How long has this been going on?” Hawk asked.
“Nothing’s going on. Get your fucking heads out of the damn gutter. I’m just helping her and her son.”
“I bet you are,” Animal said, and the men busted out.
“They were stranded on my property. She’s driving this shit trailer, and they got caught in the snow storm. I didn’t want to have to deal with two dead bodies on my property, so I invited them to stay until the blizzard passed. That’s all there is to it.”
“Bullshit.” Hawk’s deep blue eyes sparkled.
“We’re just roommates.” Ryder scowled.
“Fuckin’ bullshit,” Rags added.
“I never had a roommate like that,” Animal said which made the men laugh.
“Brandi keeps asking ’bout you whenever she sees me. I told her you were trapped alone in the cabin, so she’s ready to come by and do a fuckin’ house call.” Hawk shook his head. “Damn, bro. These past several days, I was fuckin’ feeling sorry for you ’cause you weren’t getting any.” He poured whiskey in all the glasses. “You sly sonofabitch.” He threw back his drink.
The men continued to rib Ryder while trying to dig for more information about Savannah, but he just sat there shaking his head and kept telling them he saw her just as a friend. He knew they didn’t believe that bullshit for one second, and he didn’t either, but he didn’t want to talk about her to his friends.
For the rest of the night, Savannah and Timmy stayed away, but she was very much present in Ryder’s mind. As the men ate, drank, and talked, he relived their kiss over and over: the softness of her skin, the curve of her ass cupped in his hands, and their tongues twisting and probing each other’s mouths as her body pressed against his. Savannah drove him wild with animal lust between the taste of her sweet mouth and her soft moans, to the way she smelled so damn good. He was stiffening even now, just remembering it.
“Great dinner, dude.” Throttle stood up and stretched his arms over his head. “I gotta get going. Do you wanna meet up with us at Ruthie’s tomorrow for lunch?”
“Uh … I’m not sure,” Ryder said, trying to focus on what Throttle was saying.
“He’s got his mind on that hot blonde.” Animal laughed.
Ryder glared. “I’ve got some things I gotta get done tomorrow. I’ll let you know if I can join you. What time will you be there?”
“About one. Show up if you can. I’m beat.”
