The Biker's Fate Chapter 314

I awoke with a start and sat up, realizing quickly I was in our bedroom in total darkness.

"Babe?" Maverick grumbled and pulled back down.

"What happened?" I demanded.

"With what?" he asked, wrapping his arm around my waist and snuggling close.

"Flea," I snapped.

"Right." Maverick yawned. "He’s good."

"What?" I squeaked, and sat up again.

"Baby, can we sleep a bit longer and talk about it later?"

"No, we absolutely cannot," I hissed, and smacked his leg.

"It was worth a shot," he grumbled.

"Start talking."

Maverick tugged back down and kissed gently. "Flea’s fine. He’s at the compound with the woman he’s currently seeing." He kissed again.

I growled in frustration. "Stop kissing and tell what the hell happened."

"He and Lori were at the Brass Frog. Apparently, so moron dumped a pitcher of beer all over Flea, which ant he had to take his cut off to wipe up. The cut was stolen, so obviously the asshat did it on purpose."

"Do they know who did it?"

"Yep."

I smacked his chest. "Who?"

"One of the Spiders. That’s all I’m gonna tell you, baby doll."

"So they were sending a ssage," I deduced. "To ."

"To us."

I shivered. "Through ."

"Quit."

"No."

He pulled over his chest. "This does not touch you, Lil."

"It has already touched !" I countered. "That poor man, whoever he was, was delivered right to . The Spiders know my schedule—"

"No one will touch you, Lily," he interrupted.

"You can’t watch twenty-four hours a day."

"Wanna bet?"

"I have to pee." I bit back frustrated tears and climbed off the bed. "Do you need to watch ?"

"Babe." Maverick flipped on the lamp next to the bed... obviously, so I wouldn’t trip over sothing on the way to the bathroom. Because he was sweet and thoughtful and wanted to keep safe... and I was a shrew.

After doing my thing, I headed back to the bedroom and found Maverick watching . His chest was bare (technically, he was naked, but the bedding covered his lower half), and he had one arm behind his head which emphasized his muscles. I bit my lip when he gave a tired smile then I climbed back into bed and kissed his chest. "I’m sorry."

"Babe, I get it. This sucks. But you have to trust I’ve got your back. Everyone does, but most of all ."

"I know. I’m just freaked. And tired," I admitted. "But I shouldn’t take it out on you."

Maverick chuckled. "I’m the only one you can take it out on, Lil. No one else’ll put up with it."

"Well, there is that," I agreed, kissing his chest again and then working my way south.

I dragged the cami I was wearing over my head and threw it into the corner then went back to kissing every inch of my man’s body.

He gave about three minutes before his hands were under my armpits and he was dragging up his body. He rolled onto my back, tore off my panties, and slid into , kissing deeply. Without warning, my stomach roiled, and I shoved at his chest with a whimper.

"Lil?"

"Gonna be sick."

He jumped off , and I rushed to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in ti. Maverick stepped over to and pulled my hair away from my face. "You okay?"

I shook my head. "I’m dying."

"Do you think you ate sothing weird?"

I shrugged. "Probably."

"It’s not...?"

"No, baby, the cancer’s not back," I assured him. "The blood tests ca back normal, rember?"

He hunkered down beside . "That was a month ago."

"It’s not cancer." I leaned against the toilet. "Pretty sure it was the burrito I ate last night. Those trucks can be suspect sotis."

"At least, you’re not on tonight."

I nodded. "Sorry about your blue balls."

"I’m good, baby." He stroked my cheek. "Gonna get you so Sprite."

"We don’t have any."

"I know. I’m gonna run to the store."

"Mom’ll have so."

"You want her down here fussing?"

I sighed. "It’s better than you having to tell Dad you’re leaving. He’ll be down here hovering."

"You’ve got a point." He rose to his feet. "I’ll text her real quick."

"Thanks, baby."

He left , and I decided to run a bath, figuring it might help. I already felt a bit better, which was a relief. God, I hated puking. It was the worst.

Maverick walked into the bathroom just as I sank into the warm water. He set an open Sprite on the side of the tub. "Your mom had saltines, too. You want one now?"

I shook my head. "I’m better now," I said and sipped the pop.

He sat on the edge of the tub and frowned. "I think we should take you in."

"I’m not going to urgent care for food poisoning, Möosh." He frowned, and I squeezed his knee. "I’m a nurse, baby. Trust . It’s nothing more than a tummy bug at worst. It’ll pass in a few hours."

I was wrong.