Falling For The Biker - Chapter 54: Chapter 54

Sierra’s POV
“I want you, Sierra,” I heard him say, and I halted.
The snow crunched under his feet as he walked over, appearing in front of me. “Child or no child,” he added, his gaze fixed on mine.
My heart fluttered at his words. He wanted me with Elvis in the picture. The world wasn’t exactly very nice to single mothers. So far it hasn’t been. How long would he conform to those words flying around in the village?
“It’s not just about Elvis,” I said.
He brought his fingers to my face, his touch soothing even though I didn’t want it to be. A smile tugged at the side of his lips. “You really don’t want me,” he said, his voice low.
“That’s not it,” I said.
“What is?” he asked.
I placed my hand over his on my cheek, grabbed and slowly brought it down, letting go. “You’re overlooking many things. I’m not the kind of girl you want to be with in the long run. We are from different class. The league of women that hover around you are from higher societal status. I’m plain in dressing and in almost everything I do, and worse, a mother. I’m not fit to be with you,” I explained.
“All these qualities make you more beautiful than you think. You mentioned them like I am to be repulsed by it but I’m not. Different class, league of women, they don’t matter because you are you and that is what I like about you.”
He gave me that sweet smile of his. His words were reassuring enough, but there was just this feeling that stuck to my chest. That I could never fit into his world, no matter how much I tried.
“I don’t know,” I dropped my head.
“You don’t have to know right now, Sierra, but I ask of one thing,” he raised my head, his hands firm but gentle on my chin. “Let me show you what I mean. Enough of the telling,” he said.
He traced a hand along my cheekbone. I drew in a breath as the sensation of his fingertips on my skin lingered. He leaned in, but I held out my hand to his chest, stopping him. “We’re in public,” I whispered, looking around.
“We are on a date. I can touch my date as much as I want, right?” he said.
As much as I was surprised by his words, I still did not disagree with it. We were on a date. “You have to live in the moment,” he added, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
I stared at him, my mind calm. He always had a way of making that happen so effortlessly. “Live in the moment? Is that what you do?” I teased.
“Yes, but with you,” he leaned in, his lips so close to my ears I could feel his hot breath on them. He continued, “I’ll live every single second of my life.”
He nibbled on my earlobe, tilting his head to my face. My eyes narrowed down to his lips and settled. It was inviting, luscious and rosy. I wanted to nibble on it so badly. Like he read my thoughts, his hands circled around my waist, pulling me closer.
Oh no!
What if people were watching?
The thought rang in my head, but then there were others, openly doing the same. Even if my brain wanted to stop me, my body wasn’t in support and certainly not the man in front of me.
I held my breath in anticipation for our lips to lock. I wanted it. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be kissed in public by the hottest man I had ever laid my eyes on. My lips parted slowly as I shut my eyes.
Any second now.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, making me snap my eyes open. I dropped my gaze to his pocket, vibrating, but he did not once look at it. He picked me up in one go and one hand, leading me back to our tree.
He placed me down, locking both my hands above my head before taking over my lips. It was smooth, gentle, and ravaging. It was passionate, deep and enchanting with every move.
His phone kept buzzing, but he did not seem to mind and soon it drowned to the back of my mind. Long gone the thought of being noticed by anyone. Instead, I was fixed on this man right here.
I peeled my wrist off his grip, raking my fingers into hair, and just before things could get messy, a high-pitched voice cut through the ambience. “Arthur Floyd,”
Maria.
Our lips parted, but Arthur didn’t let go as our eyes remained locked, both our chests rising and falling to get hair into our lungs. For a second, it seemed Maria wasn’t there. Just us.
“Arthur!” she yelled, bringing attention towards us.
Arthur’s jaw clenched as he finally turned to her. “A word,” Maria said, nudging her head to the side.
Arthur turned to me, tucking some strands of my hair behind my ears. “I’ll be back. Give me a second to sort this out,” he said, giving me a small smile.
I nodded, and he gave me one final kiss before walking off with his hands in his pockets. Maria watched him walk past her before turning to me, a sharp glare directed at me. I could see the contemplation in her eyes.
Either to walk over to me and give me the lecture of my life or follow Arthur, who seemed impatient for whatever she had. I could still remember what they did to me back at the party.
At the time, she acted as though she wanted nothing to do with Arthur, but now, that look in her eyes, it held so much more than she was letting on. However, that hurt in her eyes gave me a sort of satisfaction that made me question myself.
She opened her mouth, but then shut it before running off to meet with Arthur. They went missing for five minutes, but when Arthur returned, his mood was worse than foul and Maria, she gave me a look of victory that made me uneasy.