The Biker's Rules novel Chapter 39

***POV - Damion

I wake up feeling a little squashed and I can t move my legs. I open my eyes to find the root of it draped across my legs. I jump up. Shit.

The almost naked girl falls over and lands on the floor with a soft moan. What the fuck? There is a girl on my bed, only wearing panties. I sneak a peek at the naked breasts glaring at me, the luscious body. She s not ugly, I must admit that much, but I don t feel any need to fuck her, nor do I want to.

I passed out last night, exhausted after a grueling training session. I was so tired I fell asleep still wearing my racing outfit.

What is she doing on my bed? I know nothing happened, but I for sure as hell don t want any other girl near my bed or my body for that matter. Shit, what is Mel going to think about this? Will she believe me? I fucking hope so. I slam the back of the door with my palm, scaring the girl still sitting on the floor with her head in her hands.

After the day at my parents' house, I ve been hanging out some more with Mel, but we re taking things slow and keeping it a secret from everybody, except Kiara. That s a mission all on its own, ducking her brothers, the press, and almost every human being on the planet, but so far so good. We ve had a few close encounters, where either me or she or both had to hide, but at least we could laugh about it.

Sometimes she ll sleep over, with emphasis on sleep, and we ll watch Vampire Diaries and cook together. Everything is perfect at that moment, so I m not going to let anybody fuck around with our happiness. I walk with angry strides from my room, looking for the asshole brother this girl belongs to. What if Mel walked in and saw the bitch on my bed? Shit, I don t even want to think about that.

All the guys have keys to my house, but I think it s high time I take them back.

"Where the hell are you?" I briskly pace through the whole house but to no avail. There is no one here. I walk back to my room to take my anger out on the slut.

"Hey, get up!" She moans and lifts her head as if it s not an easy thing to do, then she looks at me, a painful expression on her face.

"Get dressed. You need to go!" I m almost yelling.

"Ug, my head hurts. Who are you? Where s Enrique?" She pouts and openly checks me out. So my suspicions were correct.

"You have to leave. I need to be somewhere." I m furious at Enrique right now. He brought this girl to my house thinking … Hell, I don t know what the hell Enrique thinks. And now that he s gone he left her with me. Fuck that guy. This is the last time. I m definitely taking back all my freaking keys.

"Can I get a lift with you?" The brunette asks while strapping on her bra.

"Just get dressed. I m going to take a shower." I go into the bathroom and shut the door. When I get out of the shower, my bedroom is empty and I quickly pull on some clothes, before she decides to return.

I walk to the kitchen, now wearing some faded jeans with a charcoal T-shirt and sneakers, and find the brunette sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in her hands. I pour myself some and drag my fingers through my still wet hair to give it a messy look. The girl doesn t look up and I feel a bit sorry for her.

"Are you gay or something?" Shit, what is it with these people? Do I look gay?

"Are you ready?" I ignore the question, she nods and I noticed that at least she s fully dressed in jeans and a red blouse. I phone Enrique, angry about the whole situation, and he answers at the second ring. I don t even give him time to greet me.

"Hey, dude, what the fuck? You can t just drop your sluts in my house and expect me to get rid of them for you. Did you fucking lose your mind?" I m shouting, enraged that my friend dropped me in this spot.

"What? What slut? Are you drunk or something, bro?" Enrique is now really walking on thin ice.

"The girl you left here last night." I look at the brunette holding her head in her hands.

"I wasn t near your house last night. I was working." Enrique sounds lost and confused. Then the girl moans softly, rubbing her temple, and something clicks in my mind.

"I ll call you back." I drop the line and take a seat opposite the girl. "What happened last night?" She looks up at me.

"I went to Inferno to meet my friend. The owner, Enrique, gave me something to drink and from there on things get a little blurry. I know that I couldn t seem to move so he carried me to his car. I can t remember anything after that. All I know is that my head hurts." I get up and give her some pain pills.

"I think you ve been drugged. I m going to take you with me to sort things out." She walks out and I grab my bags, lock the door, and walk to my garage. The girl is standing in my driveway looking bored.

Today I m taking the 'family car , meaning my red Ford pick-up. I put my bag in and jump behind the steering wheel. The girl s jaw drops and a huge smile spread across her face as she looks at the black Lambo standing on its spot next to the Ford.

"Come on, I m in a hurry!" I shout, waiting impatiently for her to get into the freaking truck. Ok, it s harsh, but I m not in the being-nice mood at this moment, getting out of bed on the wrong foot and all.

If I thought I was thinking about Mel a lot before, it s nothing compared to how much she s in my mind these days and it s more frustrating than ever. She s fudging messing with my mind. Hell, I m even starting to swear like her. She drives me crazy and I feel out of control, even awkward around her. I didn t even think about fucking the girl this morning. Not that my dick is not working, on the contrary, it works a little too well when Mel is around, but I ll never push her to have sex with me. I swerve through the traffic with ease, my mind on Mel, and in no time I park at their complex.

"I guess I m fucked. I fell rather hard." I can t think what to say without him digging deeper into the matter. I notice a flickering in Mel s blue eyes. What is her problem now? It s not as if I did anything wrong. Someone tried to frame me, and one name, or rather letter, pops into my mind – D.

She grabs Kiara by the arm and pulls her towards the truck. She looks at me with a big smile on her face and then she bites her lip and wrinkles her nose at me. Fuck, this girl is going to turn me grey before I m 22, cause now I have more than a semi-erection and I m wondering if my tight biker-pants are going to fit over my cock.

Logan snickers supposedly thinking about my situation. Luckily he s not looking in Mel s direction.

"It s not funny, dude." I pull my mouth, eyes on Melaena s ass now getting into my truck while I hold the door open for her. She looks very pretty today, dressed in torn denim jeans, a top with thin straps over her shoulder, and some thick-soled pumps. She has her leather jacket draped over her arm.

"What s up with those two?" Logan asks when I slam the door behind Mel.

"Fuck if I know. She s your sister." Another lie, cause I know exactly what s wrong with them. He shrugs his shoulders.

"Maybe, but she s still a girl. I ll never fully understand the tit-population. Oh, Jackson said they ll meet us there." We also get in and I watch Mel in the mirror. Logan is talking to me but my concentration keeps wandering to a certain blond with lapis-lazuli eyes. Could it be that she s starting to really love me too? I know she has feelings for me, but I don t know how deep those feelings run. Logan pokes me and I turn my gaze to him, irritated to be pulled from my dream.

"So what do you think?" I don t have a clue what he s talking about so I just grumble, "Umm."

"Damion! Dude, where s your mind?" On your sister s ass if you must know, but instead I grunt out "Huh?" and I look at him.

"I said we must have a beach party afterward."

"Sounds fine." At least I ll get to see Mel longer and then she can stay over. The girls keep whispering to each other at the back and I m dying to know what it s all about. We drive up to some red tent canopies and I park next to a few black vans with the Reaper logo on them. I open the door for Mel again, while Logan is also being the gentleman with Kiara and the brunette.

"You re late Grimm!" My manager yells coming from inside one of the tents.

"Sorry, Dean. Had some girl trouble! " He shakes his head and then I focus on what he says about my next race.

"Smash them dead." Logan fist-bumps my shoulder and then he escorts the girls to the VIP section where the others will be waiting for them. I told him to get behind the story by talking to Enrique and the girl.