She nods at me, taking my knuckles and kissing them.
“I asked you for it and you gave it. I have to be able to take the dark as well as the light, 81.”
I run my fingers over her collar bones and down her chest to her nipples and twist them.
“As insanely, freakishly good as that was, baby, I gotta ride out.” Twisting her hardened buds between my fingers she sucks in a sharp breath, her body coming alive under me.
It takes every ounce of willpower I have to refuse a second dance with the devil and my little bird knows the game she’s playing. It drives me insane as I pull myself from her body and slap her ass. “I don’t know how long I’ll be away, but, little bird please keep that fucking window shut,” I say pointing to the open window that I climbed in last night.
She smiles her sinful smile up at me as I jump into my jeans my fucking phone buzzing again.
“Promise,” I say as I pick it up to answer it.
“Promise,” she answers as she sits up and pulls the sheet from the bed wrapping it around her and walking around the bed toward me. Her body is covered in a brilliant silver shine. She looks thoroughly fucked and it makes me hard just looking at her.
“Tell him I’m on my way,” I bite out into the phone as I pick up my holster and slip it over my shoulders then pull my cut on over top.
I don’t miss the way Jades eyes snap from mine to my gun and back again.
My eyes hold hers. “Yes, I am a biker. Yes, my life is messy. Yes, it’s dangerous.” She just blinks at me and wave of such foreign sensations swim over me.
“So, what do I do?” she says her voice dripping in stubborn sass, searching my eyes for answers that a man like me has never had to answer before.
Stepping forward I reach out my hand intertwining our fingers together, which ignites a spark of electricity between us. She feels it as she pulls me closer.
“Honestly?” I question her, my eyes locked on hers that are burning with unanswered questions and unshed tears.
“Honestly.” She blinks up at me under her thick black lashes. I run the pad of my thumb over her palm.
“Well, little bird, you stay. You lock shit up and you wait,” I say to her watching her swallow a smart-ass remark about being strong and independent and shit. The look in my eyes calls for her to just this one time have a damn listen to me.
“So, I just go with it then?” I knew she couldn’t help herself she just had to bite back with something.
“Yeah, little bird, that’s it. I’ll be back when I’m back.”
“And that is?” She points to my gun
“That is an insurance policy.” She pulls my hand behind her back pulling me down into her my lips brush over hers kissing her softly so she can feel that it will be okay.
Pulling back from her hurts my soul as I zip my cut.
“I hate to say it but I gotta go.” I watch as her body starts to shake, and her brows draw together. For some fucked reason I actually can’t handle this saying bye shit. Before with Hannah, it was all good. She knew it was the life we lived. But little bird she is different. She’s too precious.
“Little bird,” I say looking at her. “Don’t be doing that.” I reach out for her and pull her sheet covered, shaking body into my arms.
“Do what?” her voice quivers around the words.
“That, this… be all worried, sad and shit.”
“But you could like get killed or something like that.”
I can’t help but smile while I rest my chin on the top of her head.
“Little bird, I’m 81 and I am not someone you try and kill.”
“No, 81, for real. I’m legit freaking out here.”
“Little bird, I am a brother of a club that has my back as much as I have theirs. We don’t just walk into something without planning and casing shit.”
