“Police station? What the fuck are you doing there?”
“Guess dear old mom put a missing persons report out on me,” I sigh. “What a bitch! Like, girl, you were choking on my boyfriend’s cock and I didn’t like it so I left. No need to be a drama queen and get the police involved. It’s called taking responsibility for your actions.”
“Nova, I swear to god if you don’t stop talking, I’m going to gag you,” Nick warns.
A smile slips onto my lips. “Ooooh, kinky. Listen, I might be into that, but only if you let me gag you back.”
There’s cursing on the other end of the line and I can’t help but laugh.
And then the phone hangs up. “Well, that’s fucking rude.” I stare at the phone then Ian’s contact pops up again. I answer. “No need to be hanging up on me, asshole.”
“The asshole in question is on his way to pick you up,” Ian chuckles. “Wanna let me know why he’s all worked up and where you are?”
“Nick is just being a little bitch, like always.” I roll my eyes. “As for my whereabouts, the police station.”
“Damn, Little Doe. What did you do? You need us to bail you out or something? Oh! Is there a body I need to hide before they go looking?”
“No.” I smile, shaking my head because he sounded serious on that last part. “As for why I’m here,” I pause, looking around before I continue, “We’ll talk about it when I get back.”
“Are you safe?” Ian asks.
“Safe enough.”
We hang up and I stand off to the side of the parking lot, waiting for my grumpy Alpha to come save me.
A little while later, the familiar rumble of a bike has my face spitting into a wide grin.Fuck yes, he brought the bike!I’ve been dying to have them take me for a ride on their bikes, but none of them have asked me yet. Assholes. Like who doesn’t wanna take their girl riding? They do in all the romance books I read.
Although I remember Ian saying how weird bikers are about letting other people touch their bikes. I believed it when I saw one of the members pull a gun on another just for bumping into his bike.
The brat in me wanted to sit on Nick’s in front of him and see what he’d do. But I’ve been playing my little ‘pick at him’ games less since he’s been so engrossed in getting the MC up and running.
I’ve missed it. It really is like a high.
My heart does this fluttering thing when I see him pulling into the parking lot. People stopping to watch him.
Yeah, that's my man. My Alpha. You can look but you’ll lose a fucking hand if you touch.
Nick heads in my direction and stops in front of me. He pulls his helmet off and locks his eyes on me. “You know,” I say over the sound of the engine, “Hanging up on your Omega is fucking rude in case you didn’t know.”
He turns the bike off. “Well, if you would just shut up for once, I wouldn't have to.”
I glare at him, flipping him off. He smirks. “Asshole.”
“Brat,” he growls. “Now, tell me, which one of these mother fuckers was daft enough to put their fucking hands on my Omega.”
My nipples harden at the possessiveness in his tone. “Mhhmm,” I hum. “Careful, Nick, your Alpha male is showing. People might actually think you like me.” I wiggle my brows.
His nostrils flare. “I tolerate you,” he grunts.
I snort a laugh, stepping up to him. I smile as I run a finger down his chest. “You may as well just piss all over me.”
“If that's your kink,” he counters. “Or I could just sink my teeth into every inch of your body.”
I shiver at the thought of him marking me. We’re not there yet. But I know it will happen eventually.
“Only if I can do it back,” I purr.
“Right here, Princess.” He taps the side of his neck. “That spot’s all yours.”
