Patience: Biker Romance (The Davis Chapter Book 1)

Copyright © 2015 by Davida Lynn. All rights reserved.
 

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Also By Davida Lynn:

The Rising Sons Universe:

The Rising Sons Motorcycle Club

Rising Sons - The Virtues Series:

Book One:
Hope
 

Book Two:
Faith

Book Three:
Charity

Rising Sons - The Davis Chapter

Book Two - Temperance

Book Three - Reverence

Detroit Heat:

Book One:
Kade’s Rescue

Book Two:
Rico’s Recovery

Book Three:
Jonah’s Rescue

Standalone Work:

Brutal

Visions of Tomorrow

Acknowledgements

A big shout out to my writing partner
Rayna Bishop
, my faithful companion in telling stories. She keeps me honest and true.

For all of the lovely ladies that read this early and gave me wonderful feedback. Kathy, Donna, Sonya, and Angela.

It was a hard climb up from the darkness; harder than usual.
Usual? Do I do this alot?
When I opened my eyes, the black was shattered by the pure violence of straight sunlight. Pain became my world. I groaned and turned away. I shut my eyes tight and slid my hand up to my head. The headache gripped me hard, but it wasn’t at my temples like a hangover. The searing pain was at the back of my head. What was it this time?
This time? Has this happened before?

Even with my eyes closed, my mind couldn’t focus. Question after question ran tumbled my head, but no answers came. I couldn’t remember the previous night…I couldn’t remember anything.

Then the panic set it. The answers weren’t coming. It felt like floating in the ocean and dying for a foothold. My mind tread water as I tried to figure something out. As my heart pounded in my chest, I forced my eyes open. Shielding them from the sun, I saw an unfamiliar bed.
Calling this a bed might be a little bit of a stretch.
I found myself in an unfamiliar mattress on the floor. To my left the walls were painted dark, posters hung with crooked care. To my right was a man…A
naked
man…

I wanted to scream. My mind wanted answers. I wanted to run. Even with fear wrapping it’s cold fingers around my heart, I told myself to stay calm. The last thing I probably needed to do was wake up the naked dude, and any sudden movements would surely do that. When I lifted the thin sheet that clung to my body, I saw that I was also naked. My heart sped a little faster.

As my eyes began to adjust to the light, the first thing I spotted was a pile of clothes. I couldn’t remember what I had been wearing, but they must’ve been mine. The crumpled up top was pink with sequins on it. I highly doubted that it belonged to the naked man. The pile of clothes was just out of reach, so a plan started forming in my head.
One step at a time.

I looked over to the stranger and took him in, hoping that it might jog some memory. Tattoos trailed down his back like lightning bolts. His arms were covered with everything from barbed wire to pinup girls. The man had plenty of room for tattoos. He was hulking, even lying flat on his stomach unconscious. Every bit of him rippled with muscle. The sheet barely covered him, and I had a clear view all the way down past his tight ass.

Did I fuck him? What kind of question is that? We’re both naked.
I tried to remember his name. I tried to remember
anything
about him, but it was no use. I couldn’t even remember my
own name
.

Obviously something had happened. I didn’t know what, but I knew I had to get out of there. It was dirty, dangerous, and the walls felt like they were closing in. Moving at a snail’s pace, I began to shift my weight to the edge of the mattress. The naked man’s chest was still moving up and down slowly. It felt like five minutes went by, but it was probably just a few seconds. I slid my bare feet to the floor and prepared to push myself up. Then I heard him stirring.

I froze in place, hoping he’d relax, again. He let out a sleepy grunt, and I held my breath. When the grunts turned into coughing, I contemplated making a run for it. When he slid a hand over and laid it on my thigh, I thought my heart would give out. My breath caught in my throat, and I bit my bottom lip.

His face was still push down in the pillows, but his words were clear enough, “Hey there sweet thing, how ‘bout we start this morning right?”

I was in the eye of a hurricane. Walls of destruction surrounded me, but I was in a peaceful and quiet center. Maybe it was my mind shielding me from what was happening. I slowly turned to him.

The large man rolled onto his side, and my eyes grew big. His junk was exposed to me, and despite all my fears, I couldn’t turn away. It was big.
Big
big. He was rock hard and throbbing. I hated myself for getting distracted by it. None of my questions have been answered, I was in an unfamiliar place, and just a few seconds before, I had been trying to make my escape.

The second thing I noticed besides his giant cock were his eyes. They were two green jades, locked on to me. The look on his face told me that he knew me. It didn’t feel like a one night stand, at least. He gave my thigh squeeze. trying to let his body do the talking.

I gave him the most noncommittal smile I could manage before sliding the rest of the way off the bed. I took the sheet with me, wrapping it around myself as I stood up. I knew there was no sense in covering up, since we both going to bed naked, but I wanted to spare what dignity I could.

When I reached down for my clothes, the man spoke again. Sleep was still slurring his words, “Whoa, whoa. I say something wrong?”

“No.” After the initial shock, I was able to pry my eyes away from his package and his bright green eyes. I didn’t want to look at him, and I didn’t want his eyes on me. “I’m sorry, I just…I have to get going. I have to get going back to my place.”
Whatever lie it takes to get free.

 
After lifting up the pink shirt with sequins in the shape of a skull, I grabbed for my jeans. Scooping those up, as well, I hunted for a bra and panties. They weren’t beneath the jeans. I quickly looked around, but didn’t see either anywhere.
Great, I didn’t wear anything underneath
. What in the hell did I do the night before?

“Your place?” He chuckled a little bit, and for some reason I hated him in that moment. “I’m the one playing couch surfer. That fall must’ve been worse than I thought. Baby, this
is
your place.”
 

I almost dropped the sheet. I looked back to the disgusting and dirty walls and the mattress lying on the floor.
What?
I actually
live
here?
My jaw tightened, and a lump came to my throat. I looked around the walls once again. There were a few posters taped to the walls with duct tape. A few pushpins held chinsy necklaces by the door. Hell, even the door had a few holes punched into it. Was this my life? Was I broke and unemployed?

As much as it killed me, I had to talk to the guy. He knew it was my place, so maybe he knew more. What had he mentioned about a fall?

“I fell?” I turned away from him and dropped the sheet halfway. It was nearly impossible to put my shirt on and hold up the sheet at the same time, but I managed.

I heard the man stirring in bed, but I didn’t their turnaround. I had seen enough of his cock for one day. “Oh yeah. You got into it with some bitch at the Watering Hole, and you had her on the ropes before you tripped and cracked your head on the bar.”

The stranger laughed as I took in what he told me. I didn’t just fall. I had been in a fight? Out of instinct, I brought a hand up to my face. The second I touch my cheek, more pain exploded. I could feel the tenderness and swelling. I
had
been in a fight. With whom? Where? Every bit of information only gave me more questions to ask. God, I was going crazy.

 
I finally got the shirt over my head, and I turned back to the man. “What watering hole?” I hope that one of the answers he gave would spark something, and the rest of my memory would come rushing back. So far, it wasn’t.