Spike (Iron Thunder MC Book 5) Read online

  “New security personnel? Why do I need another one?”

  “Sabrina, sweetheart, you know what our life is like. We lead a life in the public eye. Everybody is always watching us. Watching you. I just want to make sure you are safe at all times. Is that too much for a father to ask?”

  For a moment, I thought there were tears filling her eyes, but then she blinked and shook her head.

  “Of course not, Daddy.” She gave in too easily, just like Wyndham had predicted. Did she really blindly believe everything her father told her? Did she never question his authority? Even though she smiled at him now, I could sense there was something holding her back. She was still suspicious but didn’t want her father to see.

  “That’s my girl, I knew you would understand. This man here is going to keep you safe. He’s the best in the business.”

  She looked at me again, top to toe. I had an idea of what she was thinking. I definitely did not look anything like the other security personnel she was used to. How was her father going to explain that?

  But she said nothing, just smiled at him and nodded.

  “I’m lucky to have a father like you.”

  Wyndham smiled at that, but I detected a note of sarcasm. She didn’t fully mean what she was saying, did she? From first impressions, I guessed there was more to Sabrina. She was like an onion, the layers of which would have to be peeled delicately. But I was definitely not going to be doing any peeling.

  “And I am lucky to have a beautiful daughter like you,” Wyndham said and gave her another hug.

  It made me want to barf. All this display of affection and familial love. How much of it was put on? It was obvious to me that Wyndham used his daughter as another one of his bragging tools. Many men in his position used their trophy wives, while Wyndham had his daughter.

  How much Sabrina knew about this, I wasn’t sure. She had a vault around her that she wasn’t going to drop.

  “Is that all, Daddy? I’m tired from my trip. Jetlagged. I want to go to my room and unwind.”

  “Of course, sweetheart! Of course, you go. Spike will keep an eye on you. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”

  She smiled sweetly at him and started walking out of the room. That was my cue. I was on the clock now. I glanced at Wyndham who nodded while I caught up with her.

  She had to have known I was right there behind her but she didn’t look at me once. I followed her all the way around the big house till we were finally standing in front of a door. The door to her bedroom.

  She flipped around to face me. Finally. I had to do everything to not stare directly at her tits. The dress stretched tight over them.

  “You are not coming in here,” she said.

  I crossed my arms over my chest.

  “Yes, I am,” I replied.

  Sabrina stood with her back to the door, hands behind her too. What I really wanted to do was lift her up in my arms, keep her pinned to this door and take possession of that luscious mouth.

  She eyed me closely.

  “I am not letting a man into my room,” she hissed and I had to grin.

  “Is that some kind of oath you’ve taken?”

  That annoyed her. Her nose was pinched and she pursed her mouth proudly.

  “I am not a virgin if that is what you’re implying.”

  “I’m not implying anything.”

  “I want some privacy. It’s my bedroom. I’m pretty sure I’m entitled to it.”

  She was so sweet and coy in front of her father, hugging and full of love, right now; she was anything but those things. I knew the real Sabrina was going to be revealed to me very soon.

  “We could take this up with your father if that’s what you want. He has given me full access to you.”

  Her nostrils flared but only for a moment, then she broke into a smile.

  “Full access? There are one or two things I’m sure Daddy would not want you doing,” she replied.

  “Full access to your bedroom…” I fumbled with the words. “I mean your room. Your life…”

  Fuck! She got me! I wasn’t supposed to get caught up in my words like that.

  Sabrina smiled widely; she knew she had been successful in slipping me up. She opened the door to her bedroom and tried to slip in but I pushed it hard, making it swing open. I wasn’t about to let her slip away from me.

  “You are persistent about what you want,” she said, turning to me again with sizzling eyes. She knew as well as I did that we were not supposed to be speaking to each other this way. In fact we were barely supposed to be speaking to each other at all.

  “It’s not about what I want. It’s about my job. My job is to shadow you, and that is what I’m going to do.”

  Sabrina gritted her jaws now. The color rose in her cheeks. All of a sudden, she’d lost the playfulness in her demeanor.

  “Are you going to tell me what’s going on? Why has my father hired you to watch me? Why not give me someone else from his security detail like he usually does?”

  “That is something you will have to ask your father,” I replied.

  Sabrina took a few steps toward me, bringing her face even closer to me. I was watching her mouth move. She was watching me closely too, tipping her head back so she could look at me.

  “I’m asking you, Spike. What is so special about you?”

  Jeffrey Wyndham was completely wrong about his daughter in thinking that she would just sit back and believe every little lie he told her. She knew exactly what was going on. The fact that her father was trying to hide the truth from her. The truth about why I was really here.

  “Your father told you the reason, didn’t he? That I’m good at my job. He wants the best for you,” I replied. Sabrina was glaring at me. She was standing so close to me that I could kiss her if I wanted to.

  I watched the way her shoulders rose and fell. She was taking in deep breaths. Just when I thought I was going to give in. I was going to have to touch her but she spun away and strode over to her closet. A walk-in closet, filled with rows and rows of clothes, shoes and accessories.

  I didn’t know much about fashion but it was pretty obvious that she owned a dream closet, one that any girl would have given her right arm to own.

  She kept her back turned to me as she started pulling out clothes from a drawer. I watched the way her ass shook. What did she do to own an ass in that perfect shape? Her body was delicious.

  She looked at me over her shoulder and caught me looking. I should have felt embarrassed, but I didn’t. I wanted her to know what she was doing to me. She was doing it on purpose. Teasing me.

  When she started peeling her dress off, I looked away. What the fuck?

  From the corner of my eye, I could see her stepping out of it. She didn’t even bother picking it up, just left it there on the floor.

  I watched as she walked over to the bathroom. My eyes roamed over her body. She was in nothing but black lace lingerie. Her panties were thin and dainty and her ass was on full display, so was her narrow waist, her flawless smooth back.

  She looked at me again. Once more, our eyes met. I wasn’t going to hide it. My desire for her. I wouldn’t touch her because that would be breaking the rules of this job, but nobody said anything about not looking.

  “Can I go take a shower by myself, or do you need to come and stand inside the bathroom too?” she asked.

  “I’ll be waiting here,” I said.

  Sabrina rolled her eyes before she went in. She didn’t shut the door behind her, not fully. I could see clearly inside the bathroom and had to turn away again.

  She was stepping into the glass shower cubicle. I chanced another look, just as she was getting out of her panties.

  Fuck! This was torture!

  How the fuck was I supposed to resist pouncing on her?

  I turned away, firmly planting my back to the door. I had to keep it under control. I needed to stay sane.

  4

  Sabrina

  In the shower, I stood
under the steady hot stream of water and finally, I was beginning to feel some comfort at being back in my own home. In my own bathroom. But I couldn’t fully relax, knowing there was a big muscular biker in my bedroom, watching me.

  Maybe I should have been afraid. Maybe I should have been worried about what he was capable of doing, or how this was going to change my life. But all I could think about was if he was watching me now.

  Honestly, I wouldn’t have started this if he didn’t force his way into my bedroom. Did he really need to be in here? Watching my every move? Listening to me breathing?

  Something was going on that Daddy wasn’t telling me about.

  I had always grown up with security around me. Before Daddy became mayor, he was a successful businessman. He said we always needed security because there were people who would have liked to sabotage his business and his political career. So, having a personal bodyguard wasn’t anything new or special for me.

  But never in the history of my life was a man like Spike hired to do the job.

  This man did not belong with the rest of the security personnel who worked for my dad. He was also way more ballsy. He didn’t fit the usual bill and that was what set off the alarm bells for me.

  Daddy was very insistent that it was time for me to come home too.

  While I lathered up, I looked over my shoulder to see if Spike was looking. He wasn’t. He wasn’t even in my line of vision anymore. Did he really see me undressing and run away? Most other men would have stopped and stared in awe.

  I washed my hair and face, staying a few extra minutes under the water. I needed to steady myself. The reaction I had when I first saw Spike was nothing like the reaction I had toward Brett or any other guy.

  I was drawn to Spike like a moth to the flame. There was something so strong and sexy about him. He looked like the kind of guy who would throw me over his shoulder and carry me to his bed at the slightest provocation. What would sleeping with him feel like? Would he be considerate toward my needs? Or would he just take me roughly? Claim me. Possess me.

  My eyes flew open. I realized I was touching myself.

  I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. What was going on with me? Why couldn’t I behave myself around this guy? I wrapped a towel around my hair to dry it and then put on the robe I’d carried with me.

  Spike was nowhere in sight and I guessed he had left the room already.

  No, he hadn’t left.

  When I stepped out of the bathroom, I gasped in surprise when I saw him standing near the window, looking out.

  I’d put my lingerie back on but was now in nothing but the robe as a cover-up.

  “I thought you were gone.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, Sabrina. I have been hired to do a job and I’m going to do it.”

  The way he watched me with his narrowed brown eyes, his face unmoving like a rock, made me want to test him. Push him to his limits.

  “Okay, well, I’m going to sleep,” I hissed and pulled my robe apart. It fell to the ground around my ankles. I was back to being in nothing but my lingerie.

  Spike’s eyes roamed over me. There was no way a hot-blooded male could resist looking. He had to look.

  I stood in front of him with my breasts thrust out proudly, hands on my hips. I should have felt self-conscious, nervous of him seeing me basically naked…especially since he had an athlete’s muscular body. The perfect male body.

  But the way he looked at me was a reminder that he thought I was sexy. As much as he wanted to hide it, it was pretty obvious to me.

  Now Spike clenched his jaws, as if suddenly he was very annoyed.

  “You should cover yourself up,” he grunted. My eyes grew wide. This was exactly the sort of thing I was hoping he would say.

  “Excuse me? Did you just ask me to cover up?” I snarled.

  “Yes, that is what I said.” Spike met my eyes. He wasn’t trying to hide that I turned him on. I wanted his hands all over my body too. Those big warm hands. His hands.

  “Should I remind you where you are? My house, my schedule, my room. I don’t need your opinion on what I should wear in the privacy of my own room.”

  Spike crossed his arms over his chest. I could see I was getting under his skin. He was either going to lose his temper or he was going to grab me and kiss me. I was hoping for the latter.

  The more I was alone with him, the more desperate I was to find out what it would feel like to have him inside me.

  I was expecting him to say something. To fight me on this. Would he complain to my father?

  Instead, he just replied with, “Fair enough.”

  My jaw almost dropped to the floor.

  “Yeah, you should probably get some sleep. Rest up,” he added. Was it a command? Sounded like it was. He was telling me what to do.

  I licked my lips, expecting him to elaborate but he didn’t. So I just walked over to my bed and sat down on the edge. Spike continued watching me, commanding me with his eyes.

  I flipped over the sheets and slid in, dragging my feet along the coolness of the sheets.

  “Good girl,” he said and now he was grinning again. He got me to do exactly what he wanted. Just when I was about to ask him what he was going to do next, Spike walked over to my side of the bed and stood over me with his watchful eyes.

  My heart was racing in my chest. I wanted him with a fiery passion. I could feel the wetness between my legs already. I wanted him to bend over me and take me right now. Couldn’t he see the way my face was glowing with desire?

  “Look, Sabrina, I want to come clean with you here,” he said in a low guttural voice.

  I felt like a child, tucked in under the covers, watching him with my big, rounded eyes as he stooped over me, his broad muscular shoulders rising and falling.

  “It might be a rough ride for us. It won’t be easy,” he said. I gulped. There was a lump in my throat and it wasn’t going anywhere.

  “You don’t want me here and I don’t want to be here, but I had no choice but to take this job, and you have no choice but to bear with me. Right?”

  I peered into his eyes. He was studying my face closely. Even though he wanted my body, I saw elements of something else in his gaze. Like he didn’t like where I came from. Maybe he didn’t like Daddy either. So what was he doing here?

  “I guess I don’t have the full picture, but you may be right.”

  “I know I am. So, we can get through this by cooperating with each other or you can try and make things difficult for me, but we both know I will eventually get what I want.”

  That wetness between my legs was beginning to drip down the insides of my thighs. I could feel the dampness in my panties. My loins stirred. I could feel my nipples achingly erect in my bra.

  “What do you want?” I asked. I dared to ask.

  He brought his face even closer to me then. I could touch him if I had the courage. Every cell in my body wanted to touch him, but Spike moved away. He straightened up, giving me one last once-over.

  “I want to do my job and then get out of here,” he replied. I watched as he took long steps to my bedroom door. That was it? He was going to leave now? Leave me hot and heavy, panting for him under the covers?

  “Where are you going?” I cried out. Just a few minutes ago, I’d been trying to get rid of him, and now I felt panicked at being left alone.

  “You don’t have to worry, I won’t go far. I’m still going to be watching you. You should rest.”

  Spike left the room, gently shutting the door behind him.

  This was the moment I had been looking forward to all day. The chance to finally be alone in my room. Now, it felt different. I wished he hadn’t left. I wished he made a move.

  I had never wanted to be touched by a man as desperately as I fantasized about being touched by him.

  I should have been able to fall asleep easily. I wanted to sleep so I didn’t have to think. I was jet-lagged, tired and I’d had a headache since before I got on th
e flight from Paris. Now, as I lay alone in my bed, I couldn’t remember any of the reasons why I should have been sleeping. Instead, I was trying to make sense of what was happening to me. Why Spike was here. Why daddy picked him to be my bodyguard. Why he was lying to me about the real reason behind it.

  Why, why, why?

  I threw off the covers and got out of bed. Now, I felt like a fool for parading myself around him when he didn’t even make a move on me!

  Not many men would be able to resist a display like that. I knew the kind of reaction my body was capable of causing in men. I didn’t enjoy using it like that before, but I wanted a reaction from Spike. He refused to give it to me.

  I walked over to the tall mirror on the other side of the room. I stared at myself in it. Long shapely legs. Narrow waist. Black lace lingerie with my big breasts spilling over the top. I had an hourglass figure, the kind that fit vintage dresses perfectly. My long shiny dark hair tumbled down my shoulders. I looked at myself in profile, then faced the mirror again, trying to make sense of it.

  Was Spike really that honorable? Was he afraid of Daddy? Neither of those two things seemed real. I didn’t know much about bikers but Spike didn’t seem like he had a strict moral compass when it came to women and sleeping around. And he was definitely not afraid of my father.

  Then what was it? Why was he resisting me?

  Was this job really that important to him?

  I returned to the bed and lay back down. The more I thought about him, the more I wanted to touch myself. I was still wet. I considered taking off my lingerie and having a cold shower. Maybe that was what I needed. Just to cool off.

  Instead, I rolled over till my hand was wedged between the bed and me. My clit was swollen, and my fingers traveled down my panties till I could feel myself. I moaned into the mattress when I thought of Spike. The way he stood over me. His eyes roaming all over me, taking me in.

  How was I going to get any sleep tonight?

  But there was one thing I was sure about—I definitely wasn’t thinking about Brett anymore. It was good to be back home.