The Biker's Rules novel Chapter 57

***POV - Damion

"I think it s too late for that. I told you before that I will be brave. That I will help you chase away those monsters." I remember the words of the song, words that mean so much to me.

"Mel, that shit, I can t put it on you!"

"Well, you'll have to. We don t really have a choice anymore," I frown at her words, wondering what exactly she means, but she doesn t give me much time to top about it.

"I can't help you if I don't know what it's all about ... and you can t go forward if you don t face the past first. I need you to do this, for us … eh for me … " I let out the breath I was holding. I m not sure what the feeling in the pit of my stomach is, but I ll have to investigate it sometime. But if I have to hypothesize it, it smells like fear, the fear of losing her to be precise.

"I ... eh ... are you sure." She stays quiet for a while as if she understands that I need to get my thoughts in order.

"Maybe start slow, I already know about your sister, tell me about what happened with the boy." I know she s right, I need to tell her everything, but some of my broken pieces are buried just too deep – is it even possible to dig them up.

"Well, it happened in a MotoCross race, I was 15 and winning, going into my last lap. I did a big jump and while in the air a small boy ran onto the track. I tried to kick my bike away, but my foot got stuck and I broke my ankle. But worse, I still landed on top of that boy, killing him on impact." I bite my cheek not to start crying in front of her, but I can feel tears running down my cheeks already.

"His face, those eyes filled with fear," I let out a sob and wipe the tears with my hand. Mel keeps quiet and only moves to put her hand on my leg, squeezing it.

"I was in a very dark place after that, but then fate sent you to me again, and again, you pulled me out of my shit-hole of a mind." We sit like that for a while, not moving, not talking, each one in his own bubble of thoughts. And instead of letting my demons pull me back into the darkness like usual, I don t let them.

Maybe Mel is helping me face my monsters. Maybe she can fix the broken pieces if I let her. She gets out of the bath and kisses me before walking to my room. When she gets back, she's fully dressed.

"So, will this work for the girlfriend of the champion?" She poses like a real model, dressed in a short tight white off-shoulder long-sleeved dress with buttons at the front. This one is even more of a dick-teaser than that denim one. And on her feet is white thick sole converses. Most of her hair is hanging loose, but part of it is braided and tied around her head almost like a halo. She wears a little make-up and smells define. Oh my gosh, she s so beautiful. Perfect. Flawless.

"Damion? What do you think?" I realize that I haven t answered her question, I was too busy trying to not lose control again, the sight of her owns me in manners I didn t know was possible. She opens her mouth and my thoughts are on grabbing her hair while pumping my cock into that delicious mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she sucks me with hollowed-out cheeks.

She turns her head and I frown – shit I still haven t answered her.

"Yes … " I sound like such a pussy-wimp. Hell, what is happening to me. I m such a selfish prick of a fucking asshole. All I m thinking about is my needs, what I want. She s so innocent and vulnerable, an angel, and she s getting too close to my dark soul, and it terrifies me.

What if I can't be fixed? What if I lose her?

"Eh, Mel, you said we needed to talk?"

"Yes … ug … how to say this … you see, there might be … I might be …"

There s a knock at the door and we both frown at each other, not expecting anybody. I get out and drape a towel around me. She stands there, those deeply apprehensive eyes scouring my body and dipped full of lust mixed with something I don t want to annalize right now. No, don t go down that tunnel. Rather fall back to my usual cocky wit. Why do I like teasing her so much? Maybe because she looks fucking adorable when she s agitated.

"Thinking about getting laid, angel?" A light blush slowly spread over her cheeks and it heightens my attraction for her, she looks almost untouchable. Then she runs down the stairs to open the door for whoever is knocking it out of its hinges. Damn people who can t respect personal space and privacy.

"Damion, it s for you!" Mel yells from below, a trace of anger in her voice, and suddenly I feel the tension coiling inside me as I walk down the stairs, still in my towel. Then the tightness threatens to explode, but I force myself to breathe, to pretend that I m unaffected. There in my kitchen is nobody else than Chloe, a big smirk spread across her face. My first instinct is to look at Mel where she leans against the door, arms crossed, looking kinda bored, but her eyes tell a different story.

I wonder how come I can read this girl like a book, but at the same time, each emotion in her eyes still shocks my soul with the force of it. I look back at Chloe, trying to look as intimidating as possible hoping she would leave. But this bitch slut is either stupid, crazy, or extremely daft, but my money is on all of the above.

"Damion, baby, I need to talk to you." She takes a trying-to-be-seductive step forward, a cool calculating look in her blue eyes – eyes that look cold and dead in comparison to the lavender irises belonging to the girl still leaning against the door. I give Chloe a cautious agitated smirk, suddenly feeling a little bit underdressed when her eyes move hungrily over my body.

"Talk fast, I have someplace to be," I can just pray that whatever it is won t affect the thing between me and Mel again. She walks closer to me with swaying hips and pouting lips, ignoring Mel as if she s not in the room.

"I want things between us to go back to the way they were." She crosses her arms over her abundant fake boobs, pushing them up close to bursting from her tight top, and her eyes do not leave my face. Usually, the sight of such sweet melons thrown in my face would at least earn another look, but it's as if my dick just entered a stage of flabby limpness and I just feel disgusted.

"Chloe, I want nothing to do with you, understand. I'm sure you can easily find another famous person to stalk. " I don t want to punch a girl, but I m officially getting the urge to do just that. I also realized that Chloe for sure has some kind of brain-dead complication.

Then Mel opens her mouth for the first time and Chloe turns her attention to the high-spirited blond pushing herself away from the door.

"Okay, enough is enough … it s time for you to learn your place." Her voice is loaded with loads of sarcasm. Chloe s face turns into a pompous ugly hateful expression but I m smiling all the way. The eroticism of seeing Mel at war with another girl is a total turn-on and my junk comes back from the dead. I grab the front of the towel to keep it from falling, my hardness pushing against the knot holding it in place, threatening to loosen its grip.

"You know you re so not his type, right?" Chloe points her finger at my girl, but I just get a wicked grin on my face, knowing she s saddling up the wrong horse. Mel s face turns seriously serious and I notice a vein throbbing heavily in her neck. She lifts her chin like a real little warrior, making my towel situation worse.

"Damion, put me down, you re going to hurt the … " I drop her quickly, shaken by the seriousness of her voice, laced with traces of fear. I m confused. Her eyes are big and she stares at me as if I just found out her deepest secret – anxiety clinging in those deep blues.

Suddenly I m feeling the same anxiety sweeping through me, the same feelings I felt yesterday when Kiara opened the door for me.

"Hurt what?" She swallows and looks at her feet. She s fucking hiding something and I m for sure as hell going to find out what it is.

"Dress, I was just scared that you re going to mess up the dress." I frown, not believing that much, but I ll let it go for now. I wish she would tell me what s wrong.

"I don t ever want to hurt you." Oh boy, Damion you stupid asshole, you know it s just a matter of time before you re going to fuck up again – my twisted mind gives me a scorning. I open my mouth to tell her that I never ever want to hurt her but I can t manage to form the words.

A knock on the door jolts me back to my senses. What the fuck? Is it let-us-bother-Damion-day or something? Maybe Chloe came back for round number 2. I pick up the towel quickly to cover the sight of my naked ass just in time before Dean struts into my house, not bothering to wait for an invitation, and literally throws the door closed, leaving both me and Mel stunned.

"What the fuck, Grimm? Couldn t keep your dick in your pants and now we re sitting with a fucking pregnant girl!" Mel turns as white as Olaf from Frozen, and she grabs the wall beside her to keep her from falling over. And there it is … the shoe didn t just drop, but kicked me in the balls. I try to hide the bewilderment in my voice, my brain running in circles like a fan at full speed.

"What the fuck?" I know for sure I couldn t make any girl pregnant cause I ve been fornication-free this whole fucking season – so almost a year. And I always used protection ... well except with Mel. My fanning mind is doing the math, calculating the possibility of the impossible, and end up with the answer towering to highly-unfucking-possible.

Unless it s Mel. Is it Mel? I look at her holding onto the wall.

"Chloe s father just called saying you bumped up his daughter. They're going to the press with it." He walks up and down, pushing his hands through his hair and kicking a random shoe laying on the ground each time he passes it. I ve never touched Chloe in my fucking life and never will - that girl s vagina has more tweets than her Twitter account so not my thing.

Mel is still clinging to the wall in a way that would make Spiderman jealous, a little bit of color returning to her bleached cheeks. Her eyes glazed and I m starting to worry if she s having a seizure or something.

"Infuckingpossible," Dean looks at me as if I m telling him the sky is pink and pigs can actually fly but I only care about the look of devastation still lingering on my web-slinger s face.

I explain in pretty graphic detail to my agent that I ve been sex-free for the whole season, except for Mel, and that I ve never touched Chloe in any way and that the chance of me becoming a father is less than zero.

"And anyway, I m not ready to be a dad," I put an end to the discussion. I m not ready cause Mel is still too young.