Page 40 of Retribution
“What were you saying?” Dakota peeked her head out the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around her; her hair was in a loose knot, damp strands curling by her ears.
The corner of his lips twitched while he gazed at her rosy pink cheeks and her shining eyes. His gaze dropped down to the small swell at the tops of her tits, and his dick stirred. Snapping his attention back to her face, he crossed his arms over his chest.
“I was wondering if you wanted to get the hell outta here for the day. Go on a little adventure before work tonight.”
“Sounds nice. What did you have in mind?”
“It’s a surprise, sweetheart.”
Dakota’s eyes widened, and she licked her lips. He watched her try to hold back a grin, but she lost the battle when a small laugh came out of her mouth.
She’s so damn cute.Cobra cleared his throat. “We’ll leave after breakfast. Do you need your clothes?”
“I got ’em in here. Thanks.”
Why was he constantly trying to look after her? The problem was, Cobra had a bit of a white fucking knight complex, which he acknowledged, and it had gotten him in trouble in the past. The whole reason he ended up doing a stint at High Desert State Prison was because he was protecting a woman he’d hooked up with in Las Vegas. He and Iron, Hulk, Brute, Viper, and Breaker had gone to Vegas on club business to take care of a couple of dudes who’d skipped out on paying back a loan they’d owed the MC. Cobra had met Sharie at a strip club the night before, and he’d brought her back to his hotel room. They’d spent the following day fucking, then he took her out for a steak dinner before they went to a bar on the Strip.
When Cobra had come back from the bar’s restroom, two guys were disrespecting Sharie, and he warned them to back off. They laughed and told him to fuck off and that his biker patches didn’t scare them. Cobra turned away in an effort to calm down the rage that was building inside him, but one of the fuckers pulled at Cobra’s cut and the fury exploded inside him like a volcano. Soon the three of them were throwing punches, and at the end of it, the two guys were down on their asses, and Cobra was stomping them with his steel-toed boots. The law said the boots were a deadly weapon, and since the jerks required some stitching to patch up their injuries, Cobra ended up doing time for felonious assault with a deadly weapon—a Class 5 Felony.
And now he was back and wanted to protect Dakota, to make her life okay and be there for her whenever she needed anything. Hell, he was in over his head and there was no stopping it. Cobra pushed that thought into the back of his mind and concentrated on the soaking wet woman in front of him who was modestly hiding herself behind a door after everything they had done together the previous night.
He suppressed a chuckle.As if I didn’t see everything.Like flashbacks weren’t playing through his mind on warp speed. His shoulders tightened, remembering the warm heat of her mouth closing over his cock. He bit his lip until the pain jolted him back into the present, and Dakota looked at him strangely.
“I’ve got everything covered if you want to start without me.” Her gaze ran over him from head to toe. “Are you zoning out on me?”
“Nah.” Cobra unfolded his hands then shoved them in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “I’ll save you a chocolate glazed.”
“Okay.”
Cobra made it a point to not look back down at her cleavage even though it stared him in the face from above the towel line. They both stood there as she opened the door a little bit more, an almost anticipatory look in her wide eyes as they locked with his, and his hands went to fists in his pockets.
One slip and that small fucking scrap of a towel would be on the floor.
A low growl leaked out from his lips, and he took a deliberate step backward toward the donuts. Nope, he wasn’t going down that road. He needed to keep his cock in his pants and his head on straight.
Yeah … easier said than done.
Dakota closed the door and Cobra walked over to the table, unscrewed the thermos, poured the hot coffee into a mug, and brought it to his lips as he stared out the window at the distant mountains.
