Saving Mia (6 page)

“Seriously though, Mia. We need to talk about what you’re doing for Tray.” He said his face schooling into a serious express.

Mia sighed. She’d known that this was coming ever since she’d told him and Raven about the work she was doing for the rebels. He nor Raven wanted her to work with them. Marcus insisted that they weren’t going to help her if she got into trouble, but she’d already known that.

“It’s done, Marcus.” She said, her tone flat. They didn’t have to understand it, but she was doing this because she could no longer stand on the sidelines doing nothing to stop the injustice that was surrounding her.

“It’s not, Mia. What you’re doing is dangerous. You don’t have to do it for us.” Marcus spoke in a low but firm voice.

“I’m not doing it for you Marcus. I’m doing it because it’s the right thing to do.”

“Please, Mia. We love you. We don’t want you hurt.” Raven told her with a pleading look.

“I love you too. But this is my choice. It’s what I have to do.” Mia told them.

“Tristen wouldn’t allow this if he were still alive. Nor would Dad or Pearl if they were here.” Marcus said not ready to throw in the towel yet.

“They wouldn’t be able to stop me either, Marcus. It’s my choice. I have to do this because it’s the right thing to do. You don’t have to like it. Just be here for me. Okay?” Mia told them both with a determined look.

“Shit, you’re so damned stubborn.”

“Yes, I am. Now let’s talk about this girl Raven tells me you’re seeing.” Mia said changing the subject. Two hours later she headed home when the last bell for the Slum’s gates was rung. The bells let the Slum workers know that if they were in the city after those bells rang they would be thrown in jail at best or beaten at worst. 

Mia waited in her office a few weeks later with her heart in her throat. Today was the day Ratchet’s biker gang was supposed to return with another delivery. She wondered if he’d be with them today as she tried to concentrate on the paper work she was going over. She couldn’t figure out why she cared if the man came here today, but she did. She shuffled the papers looking for the transfer invoice that she needed. He hadn’t been with them the last time they’d come and it had been a little disappointing. She’d thought that he would be and it had been a punch to the gut when she didn’t see him.

She’d only spoke to him for a minute the last time he’d come. Only enough to say hello really, but she’d thought that perhaps they could become friends. She’d talked to a man named Tick that day about them bringing extra goods. He’d told her she needed to talk to Bone. She’d asked how to get a hold of the man which had made the man chuckle. The he’d surveyed her with a stone face and said one word. ‘Wait’

That hadn’t pleased her. While she waited some people went hungry, or ate those horrid ration cubes that tasted like cardboard. And his grand advice had been wait. She hated waiting, she thought finally unearthing the report. She was about to start typing up the transfer when her office door opened. She glanced up to see Ratchet moving into her office with a cocky grin on his face. Her heart began to pound in her ears in a heavy drum beat.

He was wearing a leather vest and no shirt with jeans that hugged his lean hips. His washboard abs were displayed. She almost moaned in frustration. Why the hell did the man have to be so damned sexy, she wondered with dismay.

“Well hello there beauty.” Ratchet’s husky voice slid over her as he plopped down in the chair in front of her desk, making her shiver.

“Hello.” Mia managed to squeak out in response. Was that her voice so raspy and desperate? Damn she needed to quit lusting after this man. He was not her type. He was so wrong for her it wasn’t even funny. It wasn’t like they could even date. She knew that he would just want sex anyway, and she was not that type of woman. She liked to create a relationship before she had sex with a man. Although, his very presence filled her with such a burning need that she might make an exception for this man.

Ratchet stood moving around the desk to sit on the edge near her chair making her want to move away. Only she knew that a man like him sensing fear and would pounce. And she didn’t want him to pounce. She didn’t. She firmly told her wayward libido.

“I have some money for you here, Mia.” He said his hand jingling the bag of credits he had. Making her blush a bit. They way he’d said that made her feel dirty. Like the money was for something else and not the food the city ordered.

Ratchet couldn’t seem to think of anything except his hard dick. He knew that he was being deliberately provoking with her. He didn’t give a fuck. Well he like to give her a fuck, he though staring at her tightly buttoned top. Noticing that those two top buttons were undone again revealing just a tiny bit of skin. He almost growled at the sight. Which was fucked up. He needed to get a grip.

Hell he’d had a perfectly willing sweetbutt offer to suck his dick the other night and he’d refused. Fucking refused, and all because of this tiny woman with her perfect lips and sexy tits. Not that he could really see her tits. I mean fuck that shirt was like a damned straight jacket. He wanted to reach down and unbutton all those tiny little buttons. He’d kiss each inch of revealed skin with a little lick, and when he finally had those tits revealed he’d suck every inch of those perfect globes until they were covered in his mark. Because the idea of anyone touching her and those tits made him want to put his fist through the wall.

Which was really fucked up. He didn’t want to own a woman. He knew that he was like his father. Not fit for a woman. Hell, the man had only been a father because he’d knocked up a sweetbutt on accident. He father didn’t even patch his mother. He’d been a part of Ratchet’s life but he’d never been a part of his mother’s life. Not that his mother had needed him to be. She’d been an independent firecracker.

“Right…uh…yes. Thank you.” She said holding out her hand for the pouch. He pulled it back.

“Not so fast, beauty.” He leaned forward his face hovering over hers. Making her take a big gulp. He could see that her hands were trembling.

“This is not acceptable behavior.” Mia gasped out, trying hard to scoot her chair back, but Ratchet had anticipated the move and his foot prevented it.

He leaned even closer his hand cupping the side of her face as his lips neared her ear. The he whispered, sending shivers of desire down her body.

“Oh, beauty. We haven’t even gotten close to inappropriate behaviors yet.” His tongue flicked out teasing her ear as his teeth nipped her gently. Mia let out a cry of need and jumped from her chair.

“That’s enough! I am not some whore you can come in and treat with disrespect!” Mia practically yelled at him. Making him let out a wicked chuckle.

“Relax, beauty. I was just playing with you. Here.” Mia watched wearily as he plunked the credits on the desk and stood. He towered over her now and she watched him as he moved towards where she now stood near the door. She backed away finding herself pressed against the wall with his arms caging her in much like he had in the warehouse the first time they’d met. She couldn’t believe that she was standing here with her back pressed to the wall and her chest plastered to the man’s almost bare skin. She was breathing in hard little pants.

Ratchet couldn’t help his need to follow the tiny woman across the room, and herding her back into the wall was instinct. He needed to be close to her. His hand moved from the wall above her to caress her soft cheek.

“We will get to the inappropriate behavior though. Not today, but soon.” Ratchet warned her. He knew when a woman was attracted to him and she was. That would have been the only thing to stop him. If he knew she really wasn’t interested he would have backed off. But her eyes that devoured him and the way even now, with him making her nervous, she was panting for his touch. He knew she was interested, no matter what she said.

“I…we will most certainly will not.” Mia said finding that backbone he liked so much about her to stutter out.

“Oh, but we will my sweet, and soon.” Ratchet muttered as his lips took hers in a kiss.

Mia gasped when Ratchet’s lips landed on hers which was the wrong thing to do she realized a moment later when the man took full advantage. His tongue thrusting past her lips. She wanted to bite him, or at the very least push him away. Only she found her hands clutching at his leather vest, and her own tongue meeting his in a fury of need so strong it echoed throughout her body making her moan with the fierce need for his touch.

He wasn’t unaffected either. His hands cupped her face bringing her lips closer as he devoured her with deep sure strokes of his tongue inside her mouth. He tasted of mint and he smelled like leather. And his touch set her whole body on fire. Unlike the other men who’d kissed her his tongue thrusting into her mouth was like lighting a fuse that she’d never known existed. She needed more. More of his touch. More of him. Just more.

She couldn’t believe as she let out a soft little mewl of pleasure that this biker was actually kissing her. That not only was he kissing her senseless, but that she liked it. She pulled at his leather vest again trying to fuse herself to him. Her breasts rubbing against her bra and the stiff work shirt she wore. His lips were hard and the soft scrape of his stubble against her face as he kissed down to her neck, made her moan. His hardness was pressed against her belly letting her know that the passion she felt was mutual.

Ratchet couldn’t believe that she was almost writhing in his arms. Her little body was pressing against him in a plea for more. She went to his head like a fine wine. Her little sounds of need made his whole body ache for her. His hands were cupping her face and his tongue was thrusting into her in a mimic of what he wanted to do with his cock. He pressed his firmness into her soft stomach, growling in need at the feel of her softness.

His lips trailed down her neck, nipping and licking wanting to leave marks. The only thing that stopped him was that he knew he couldn’t take her today. Not here. Not when those dickheads might cause trouble for her. So he didn’t leave the possessive marks he wanted on her skin, but he did kiss down to that tiny bit of exposed skin at her neck. His hands moving to the buttons on her shirt making her gasp and try to pull away. No that would not do, he thought grimly.

His mouth moved back to hers taking it in a hard thrust deeper into her sweet mouth. His hands still working on those buttons. She stopped struggling purring with need. That was better, he though when he finally felt her hands grip his cut again. Fuck as tight as she was clutching it it was a wonder she wasn’t ripping the seams.

He almost chuckled at the thought. Only he needed to leave his mark and then get the hell away from her before he took her here against this wall. Because his dick was throbbing like a sore thumb and he needed to pull back before he lost his head. Which was shocking, because he’d never in his life been so wrapped up in a woman he was worried about losing control. He kiss downwards again to the skin he’d revealed just above her breast, his mouth sucking hard and his hands cupping her breasts. She mewled and thrust the sweet globes at him. Her breathing quick and heavy.

Mia couldn’t believe that she was about to come from just a kiss. When Ratchet began to suck on the top swell of her breast she almost fell to her knees. Dear lord. That was amazing. She wasn’t sure how her shirt had gotten open. She’d felt his hands trying to release her buttons and she tried to move away. Only suddenly his mouth was on hers again, and she’d forgotten all about it. She was dazed when Ratchet suddenly pulled away. Looking down at her where she’d collapsed back into the wall with a satisfied smirk. Shit, what the hell had she allowed him to do, she thought? The haze of lust he’d cast over her finally clearing. Oh dear, she thought looking down in dismay to find her shirt open and a very vivid love bite on the top of her right breast.

Ratchet stared at his mark on her pale skin with a possessive glee. Yes, that was what he wanted. Only all over those globes. But this would do for now, he thought, watching as she buttoned her shirt with shaking hands. Her eyes darting around the room trying to avoid his. He watched her collect herself. Yeah, poor baby. She wasn’t going to get away now, he thought.

“That was not…that shouldn’t have…I can’t allow that to happen again.” Mia finally settled on after starting that sentence three times.

“It’s definitely gonna happen again, baby. Often.” Ratchet told her softly.

“No, that is not going to happen again.” Mia grimly uttered even as her girly bits screamed at her ‘Why the hell not?’

“We’ll have to see won’t we?” Ratchet gruffly told her as he opened the door. He stopped in the doorway, looking back at her. “Till next time, beauty.” Then he was out the door headed to the truck to help them unload the rest of the crates. When he neared the truck Rock studied him.

“Everything good?” He asked. Ratchet knew he was asking because he’d been in the office for about two minutes too long, and he wasn’t explain the reason for that two minutes to anyone.

“Nah, she just asked the same question as she did last week. Bone will be making the trip in two weeks. Told her to talk to him. We’re supposed to discuss it in church this week.” Ratchet told him. The man nodded and continued to unload the truck. As they were leaving Mia came out to watch them head off and when she looked his way he lifted his hand in a jaunty wave goodbye. Please to see her pale skin flush as she turned away. Yeah, his sweet beauty was in for a surprise.