He dragged me against him with a growl and walked me backward toward Rafe and Bishop.
I slammed into Bishop’s chest, instantly recognizing it from the breadth of it and the heat that enveloped me.
He was so warm.
So big and warm and quiet.
When he spoke, it was pure poetry.
“A distraction, huh? I can do more than that.” Bishop held my hips with both hands and brought my ass backward.
I couldn’t wait to have them inside me.
The foreplay was incredible, and I looked forward to every touch.
Guilt closed my throat and gave me a moment of doubt.
Sex might not mean anything to them, but I’d always tried to make it meaningful.
Until last night.
Last night, and today, I’d let it be a distraction to maintain my cover.
9
ASH
Days trapped in the snow without interruption with Noelle was the best Christmas present I could have wished for.
But when I woke up on the third day to no howling wind and bright sunshine streaming through the blinds, I knew our cozy little getaway had come to an end.
But not our time with Noelle.
No way.
I wasn’t about to let that happen.
She’d been wonderful these last three days.
I might not trust her, but damned if I was going to let her walk away before I found out the truth.
Or before we finished extracting every ounce of pleasure from her.
“Check the bikes.” Rafe walked into the room, already dressed in his leathers, and gave me a dark look. “We’re leaving in an hour.”
The rumble of a snow plow punctuated his order.
Bishop stood near the windows, and he cracked the blinds to peer out. “Road’s clear. We shouldn’t have any trouble making rounds.”
Noelle straightened from where she’d been propped against the bar. “Where are you going?”
“Out.” Rafe’s dark look caused her cheeks to pinken.
“And you’re coming with us.” I held out my hand toward Noelle. “Come on. I’ll show you around the garage.”
“Oh, no. That’s okay.” She sidestepped, banged her hip on the bar, and stopped.
I really had to figure out her angle.
