The Biker's Rules novel Chapter 25

***POV - Melaena

I wake up clinging to a pillow that smells like Damion and I take a deep breath, enjoying the familiar fragrance. I roll onto my back with a big smile and open my eyes slowly, not wanting to let this dream end.

"Good, you're up." I look lovingly at the guy sitting on the side of the bed. This really is a great dream.

"I was getting tired of your snoring." I jump up when reality hits me, pulling the covers with me. I look around frantically. And just like that, the dream ends and the asshole is back.

"I don t snore!" He laughs and then hands me a cup of coffee.

I eagerly take a sip of the hot beverage. If I ever needed a cup of coffee it would be right now.

"You drool too, little angel. Probably from dreaming about me naked." His nickname for me somehow always makes me feel special like I belong to him somehow. Well, at least it's 100% better than 'babe'.

"Gmf!" I snort, but he's not far from being wrong about my dream.

"I see you still wake up the same way," he says.

"And what way would that be exactly?"

"You always wake up friendly, as if you re stuck in a beautiful dream, and it takes you a few minutes to observe your circumstances, and then you re just pissed and grumpy."

I take a sip of coffee and tilt my head, shoving my chin out a little defiantly.

"The first part is true, yep, but I m only pissed and grumpy when you re around when I open my eyes."

"I expected as much. Anyway, I've phoned that nice professor of yours, Anne, and explained that you're going to take a day off due to family trauma. She was so nice about it. Told me to look after you cause you're special or something. Has she met the real you?"

"What? Anne never lets anyone skip class."

"I think she likes me! I'm perfect remember." Oh boy, nobody can be more obnoxious than this guy right here, and immediately I m even more irked.

"Damion, you can't just organize my life without asking me!" He ignores my statement flat and just continues.

"Oh, and the ex-dush-dude were looking for you." He hands me my phone and I look at the call log. I throw the phone on the bed.

"I spoke to him, but he was not extremely friendly after I told him to take a hike, oh and he was furious when he heard we've slept together." I look at Damion as if he's lost his mind, but he just has this gawky, goofy expression on his too handsome face. Why does this guy affect me so much? I mean, he's a jerk, most of the time. He drops a bag on the bed.

"I picked up some of your clothes while I was out. We ran out of milk." I look in the bag and take out some skimpy denim shorts and a white boobtube shirt, looking at him with confusion. There's also some underwear.

"Kiara let me in." He takes out my bra and holds it up in the air. "If my measurement last night was accurate, I'll say we're dealing with a C cup." He looks smug and very self-confident. Then he looks at the size on the label and his smile grows substantially.

"So, 32-C. I m so fucking good and it's the perfect size – a Grimm hand-full. See, we were meant for each other." He holds his hands up, cupping them as if he's measuring them to my boobs. I pick up a pillow and throw it at his head while screaming in frustration. He ducks, catching the pillow, the smirk still on his face.

"Ug, I hate you so much!" This time I throw him with my empty coffee cup. He catches it easily too, no surprise there.

"Get dressed, I have a plane to catch tonight." He never asks, he just commands. Geez, he's a dick. He shrugs when I glare at him, wishing he would fall dead, and I storm into the bathroom, closing the door, deliberately harder than necessary. A few minutes later I walk out, dressed in my shorts and top. I glance in the mirror at my reflection and wonder who packed these clothes – Kiara or him. But I want to believe that my best friend won t send me something that covers less than 10% of my body on purpose.

Damion is waiting on the veranda. He turns around when he hears me and his eyes change, showing that he definitely likes what he's seeing, before it captures mine, holding it prisoner for a few moments. Men! They always get their voodoo on when they see a girl in skimpy clothes.

Girls don't do stuff like that, we're more refined.

He's changed into some floral swimming trunks and a button-down shirt, all the buttons undone, leaving his whole torso exposed. This is where my eyes get stuck and my willpower is not strong enough to move them.

"What now?" I fall onto the nearest chair, legs suddenly wabbly. You've got to be kidding me. My brain is still jello so I blink once, then I blink again. Damion is still standing there and oh my molested bird he looks more than fine. His chest is smooth with just the right amount of muscles edged out to give him a strong but lean athletic look, not the overbearing body-building bodies like The Rock or Arnold Schwarzenegger. I'm not a fan of those.

He has a full six-pack and then that delicious V, a thin line of black hair runs from his navel and disappears into his pants, and I remember the image of him in the shower while I stare at the definite bulk pushing against his trousers.

Boy, mother nature sure took her time when creating this man's looks, there's no arguing there, and it seems that she then dashed him with the ability to do everything better than the rest of us mere mortals.

My heart is making summersaults and I'm seriously wrestling my libido down, but I try my best to act normal and refined.

"If you've quite finished checking me out, we can take a stroll on the beach and then come back for lunch. The first of five, but I think if you witness my cooking skills, you'll be head-over-heels after just one meal."

I don't even think he needs to fix me any meals, cause I'm guessing that I might be head-over-heels in love already. I know that he said he loves Chloe and that Thalia sleeps over, but deep inside my heart is still a very tiny little flicker of hope that maybe he just doesn't know anything about love, and that he can learn to love me.

He walks closer and holds out his hand. I don't want to take it cause holding his hand feels way too good and it's starting to creep me out. I look at his hand as if it's going to hurt taking it, but I close my eyes and grab it quickly, waiting for the electricity to subside. He lases his fingers in mine and pulls me up. I open my eyes again. The thin material of my top brushes against his bare chest and before I can put my mind in the fight, my body wins, heat rushes to my core and my nipples get stiff as nails.

Ship, maybe he won't notice. I look up at his face and there's a familiar glow in his eyes as well as a big grin on his face. He noticed.

"Damion!" I say sharply agitated by his eyes still resting on my boobs, cause it makes me want him more.

"What?" I'm so not going to answer that! With my hand still in his, I drag him down to the beach taking big strides. We walk a while, hands still entangled, Damion explained that his little cottage is on one end of his parents' estate and that their house is in the middle. The beach is also part of it and thus private property.

Then both our phones beep at the same time. I take it out and look at the screen anxiously hoping it's not D, but it's just our group chat.

Ilkay: Just did my first penectomy. Guy had cancer. BTW – penectomy is to amputate a man's penis.

Ilkay posts a picture of the amputated limb lying on a surgical tray.

Jackson: Fuck man, didn t need to see that.

Enrique: I can't imagine living without a cock.

Logan: Ye, you probably wouldn't survive it.

I laugh out loud and then I see Damion moving his hand instinctively down to touch his manhood, making me laugh even more. Realizing what he did he gives me a weary grin.

"Just making sure it's still ok. But I might need a second opinion."

"Nice try buddy! Can you be any more of a dick right now?"

"You're lucky, usually I don't take a girl on a date before she touched my tools." He wiggles his eyebrows.

"Slut! So this is a date now?" I'm trying to read his gaze, not sure if he's making a joke or not.

"Do you want it to be?" His voice is soft and husky.

Enrique: OMG just get dressed already – both of you.

Mel: Yeh, right and take all the fun out of it.

Logan: I'm with Enrique please get some more clothes on.

Kiara: HOT (red-chili emoji)

Axel: Ah, miracles do happen!

Ilkay: (slap-face-monkey emoji) Gross!

Enrique: Fuck. Let's put the girls in a convent.

Ilkay: Good idea ... then we don't have to murder every guy they date.

Kiara: We're not going to be nuns just so you assholes can sleep better at night!

Logan: Why are you with him?

Ilkay: Looks like Logan's got a little man-crush.

Logan: WTF.

Jackson: Just glad she's not like us!

Enrique: But Damion is just like us.

Uncle John: Not sure how I feel about this.

Ilkay: Me too.

Enrique: Damion, if you touch my sister you're dead.

Jackson: Double dead.

Logan: For real!

Mel: Such a lot of prunes – can't even take a joke. (winky-face emoji)

Logan: Still want to know why you are with him?

Axel: My question too.

Mel: Keep your pants on, we're just talking – not breaking any rules.

Enrique: As long as Damion keeps his pants on I'm good.