Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(8)

By: LeAnn Ashers

“Here’s your silverware and drink.”

I reach forward, taking the fork and the knife from him. I set it on my plate and grab the soda. I’ve never had a soda before. That tells you how my life was, doesn’t it?

“Jordan, seriously, I don’t know how to thank you for this.” I feel the emotion in my voice. This means everything to me. This meal will make me feel so much better. I haven’t been full in a long time. Hell, I hadn’t even eaten for two days before Jordan came and rescued me.

Jordan’s eyes soften, and I have to look away before I break down in tears. Food isn’t something most people think twice about, but to me, it’s different. My entire life, I have scraped by and hidden food. To me, this is everything.

With the knife and the fork, I begin cutting my food, my hands shaking as I do so.

My heart fucking hurts to watch Alisha cut her food with shaky hands. I don’t know the last time she’s had a decent meal, but I can tell it’s been a while.

She spears a piece of steak and pops it into her mouth, her eyes immediately closing. Her bottom lip trembles. Fuck, I can’t handle this shit. I turn away, giving her the privacy she deserves.

I start in on my own plate, but I can’t resist glancing at her from the corner of my eye. She slowly eats her food, savoring every single bite. I finish my food and set the empty plate on the coffee table.

After reaching for the remote, I turn the TV on. I hear the crack of the soda can opening and openly look at her. She takes a sip and her eyes roll back in her head. My dick hardens at the sight.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” she groans.

I shift on the couch, the crotch of my pants tightening. She leans forward and attempts to set her plate on the coffee table, but I take it from her. She sets her drink on the small table beside her and then snuggles deeper into the couch, pulling the blanket up under her neck.

“What do you want to watch, sweetheart?” I ask her and move closer to her, handing her the remote.

She blushes and takes it from me. She starts flipping through the commercials until she settles on some cop show. I arch an eyebrow. I didn’t expect that because I’m a biker and we are the exact opposite of a police officer. She blushes again and looks at the floor.

“I’m just teasing, angel. I actually love this show.”

She laughs slightly under her breath and grins at me. Fuck, that smile. Her eyes light up, which makes her whole face light up. She lays her head on the edge of the couch and curls into a little ball, the blanket tucked under her neck.

I pull the recliner part of the couch out and the legs pop up. I lie back and put my hands behind my neck. We settle in and watch TV. Halfway through the show, I notice that she’s sound asleep. After putting the recliner down, I take our plates and our soda cans to the kitchen.

I come back in the room and stand in front of her. Her hair is covering her face, and I push the strands behind her hair.

Leaning down, I gently scoop her up off the couch. Her small hand clutches my shirt and she burrows her head into my chest. When she takes a deep breath and sighs, “Jordan,” my body goes still as a board.

I walk with her up the stairs and to my bedroom. Leaning over the bed, I gently set her down. When I start to pull away, the hand holding my shirt pulls me back toward her. Her eyes open she searches my face.

“Will you hold me?” she asks.

I can’t believe I just asked that! I’m so embarrassed. He carried me up the stairs and set me down so gently on the bed that I didn’t want him to leave me. I want him to keep holding me like he was.

He nods and smiles at me cockily. I roll my eyes at him, but I can’t wipe the smile off my face. He goes to his walk-in closet and shuts the door behind him. I move over to the center of the bed slowly, the pain making me gasp.

When Jordan comes out of the closet, my breath catches in my throat at the sight of him shirtless. He’s wearing a pair of ball shorts. He has abs on top of abs and a tattoo sleeve on one arm. His hair is disheveled on top.

He winks at me knowingly. I look away, blushing at having been caught ogling him. In my defense, Jordan is the most attractive man I’ve ever seen in my life. From the corners of my eyes, I watch as he walks closer and closer to the bed. Sliding in, he scoots closer to me until he is on his side, looking directly at me. His head is directly beside me, toward the crook of my neck. He moves his over my chest, wrapping it around my neck. His head moves closer to my neck, and I feel him inhale and exhale. Goose bumps break out across my arms.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He breathes.