Part 5 (1/2)

The door I came to was actually a bedroom, not a bathroom, and I prayed it wouldn't be Sebastian's. There was no way I could handle that. Sadly, my luck was never good.

Chapter 5.

I can tell by the way you park your car that I hate you.

-Female logic Sebastian ”Shannon, do you think you can get the f.u.c.k off me? It's too hot out here for you to be hanging on me. Go find somebody else to sit on, and give me back my G.o.dd.a.m.ned hat.” I gritted through clenched teeth.

I'd been dodging the woman's grabby hands all f.u.c.king afternoon, and if I had to deal with it much longer, I'd be saying something I'd regret. It didn't matter if the girl was a brother's little sister. I'd kick her a.s.s out just as I'd do to anyone that annoyed me.

I dealt with enough s.h.i.+t on a daily basis in between the bulls.h.i.+t drama at work and the club to have to deal with other people's s.h.i.+t in my own home.

”Sebastian!” Shannon whined as I took my hat back from the little hoochie and replaced it back on my head.

”Hey, boy. You got a girl inside that cut her hand. Looks pretty bad. Maybe you should go take a look.” My father, the president of The Dixie Wardens MC, said as he took the seat beside me.

I sighed. I was tired. ”What'd she look like and where's she at?”

His father smiled and looked out over the lake. ”Sent her to your room. Cute little thing. Short shorts. Tight top. She's got blonde straight hair all the way down to mid back. Muscular.”

My heart sped as I listened to my father explain exactly the way Baylee looked to me. I'd hoped she would come, but wasn't sure if she'd be able to make it. Nor was I sure if she'd even want to be around me anymore. Her brother had to have said something to her regarding me. h.e.l.l, I would have.

”Thanks, pops.” I said as I strode toward the house.

I pa.s.sed quite a few people wanting to chat, but I only gave them cursory nods as I walked in through the sliding gla.s.s door and walked hastily to my bedroom.

I found her bent over the sink, letting her hand hang over the porcelain bowl as she applied pressure to the dressing. Her legs looked f.u.c.king remarkable in those short shorts with the rhinestones on the a.s.s. The shorts couldn't be much longer than maybe three inches past her crotch, and just that little bit of knowledge had my d.i.c.k raging to be let loose.

”You need some help, Baylee?” I finally asked when her head remained hung.

She startled and squeaked, whipping around quickly as her unhurt hand flew to her chest. ”Holy s.h.i.+t, Sebastian. You scared the ever loving s.h.i.+t out of me.”

I smiled, and then let my eyes roam from her pretty face to her cleavage that the low-cut s.h.i.+rt she was wearing exposed. ”You look...” I hesitated, not even able to place the words.

”Like a mess?” Baylee supplied with raised eyebrows.

”Edible.” My overstimulated brain finally managed to blurt out.

She snorted and spun back around to the sink.

Walking up behind her, I placed both of my hands on either side of her and leaned in, surveying the damage.

I could smell the cool, sweet smell of her lotion, and that alone made me hard as a pike. Which, in turn, made me put a little more distance between our bodies just in case she leaned back accidentally. I didn't want to scare her.

”What's the damage?” I asked.

She s.h.i.+vered slightly and turned her hand over, removing the dressing from her hand. Or what I thought was a dressing. ”Is that a pad?”

She laughed. ”Oh, G.o.d. This is embarra.s.sing. Yes, it's a pad. It's all Winter had.”

I joined in her laughter as I surveyed the cut. ”I've got some 4X4s in the cabinet in front of you. Some alcohol in there too. Would you rather a Bandaid or vet wrap?”

She thought for a minute as she reached forward and took the alcohol down, removed the lid, and poured it wholly on her hand. She hissed in her breath and something in my chest twinged when I saw the pain she was in, but I tamped it down.

Moving closer to her, erection forgotten, I held her hand close to my face and blew on it.

”You know, that's not very sanitary. There are thousands of germs in your mouth, and you just blew them all over my open wound.” She provoked.

I rolled my eyes, grabbed a 4X4 gauze pad and ripped the packaging open, placing it on her hand firmly. ”Does this have medication you can take?”

”This is with medication. You should see how it was without. Are you a medic, too?” She asked out of the blue.

”Ahh, no. I'm a firefighter and EMT basic. Why?” I asked.

”I saw your picture in the paper. Just wondering if you were a medic and firefighter.” She explained.

”Oh,” I said, ignoring the part about the picture. I was p.i.s.sed that night, and, even now, I was still p.i.s.sed. If I wanted to stay in this good mood, it'd be best to avoid that conversation if I could help it.

”Yeah, I'm certified as a basic, but that was a while ago. I was a firefighter in the Marines. Then came home and joined BFD.” He explained.

”BFD?” She asked with a smile starting to break out on her face.

I rolled my eyes again. ”How old are you, again?”

”Hey!” She snapped. ”It's not my fault that that's the acronym for 'big f.u.c.king deal.' And I'm twenty eight, thank you very much.”

”Hmm,” I said as I reached for the large Band-Aids I kept in the drawer that Baylee's leg was currently blocking.

Using my hand, I wrapped it around her lower thigh, and pushed her gently backwards until her back was plastered up against my front.

I couldn't help but wish that her top was gone, allowing us to be skin to skin. However, that was too soon, seeing as I hadn't even spoken to her about anything of significance since I'd met her.

”Watch your leg. Band-Aids are in this drawer in front of you.” I instructed.

I reluctantly let the smooth skin of her thigh go and opened the childproof lock on the drawer.

”Why do you have childproof locks on your drawer?” She asked curiously.

”My son is a curious little s.h.i.+t. Most of the time I keep my door closed, but there are times he likes to sneak in here when I'm not paying attention and dump all my s.h.i.+t down the toilet.” I said absently as I peeled the wrapper.

”Isn't that what you're supposed to do with s.h.i.+t?” She teased.

My eyes went from the cut I was covering, to her face. Her eyes were full of mirth, and I smiled back at her. ”Yeah, I guess you're right. However, it's kind of nice to be able to flush the toilet if I need to.”

”Yeah, I can see how that'd be a plus. I didn't realize you had a son. Were you married?” She said breezily.

She said it so nonchalantly that I realized that she was truly interested in the answer, although she didn't want to be.