My eyes widen in surprise.
“You just have to earn it,” he growls. “Maybe if you crawl to me like a good girl and beg me like the needy little whore you are, I’ll let you.”
“Fuck off,” I scoff, pushing at him. “You fucking wish.”
“Now, tell me who?”
“Not here.” I snatch the helmet from his hands. “I don’t need you getting arrested.”
“What do you think you are doing?” he asks as I climb onto the back of the bike.
“Riding with you. You don’t think I’m gonna fucking walk back to the truck do you?”
He grumbles but grabs my arms, pulling them around his waist. “Keep your hands here,” he grunts. “If they wander, we’ll crash and we’ll both fucking die.”
“Awww, can’t help but pop a stiffy near me? I’m honored."
“Dear God, give me the fucking strength.”
“No, God, leave him be. I enjoy pissing him off.”
“Fucking brat,” he growls again before taking off. We circle around, heading back the way he came. I look over to the station and spot Detective Davis watching us. He can’t see my face through the helmet, but I give him a little wave.
His brows furrow, watching us intensely.
Yeah, this isn’t the last time I’ll see him. He knows something about my men, and he’s not going to stop until he follows through.
Over my dead fucking body will he use me to get to them, though.
As we ride down the main highway, I hold Nick tight. At first, I was going to fuck with him, but as I look out at the ocean, I smile, enjoying the beauty.
I lean my head against Nick the best I can, loving the way my body feels against his, the scent of his coconut shampoo mixing with his scent is calming.
Coconut... wait.Since when did he start using coconut shampoo?He always had this Irish Spring scent to his hair. I remember telling him that it didn’t mix well with his gingerdoodle scent.
Wait a minute, is he using my shampoo? What the heck! He better replace it.
I frown when we pull up to where the truck was left behind. “Really?” I mutter, getting off the bike.
“What?” he asks.
“You're not going to give me a ride home?” I ask, taking the helmet off and giving it back to him.
His brows furrow. “Who would drive the truck home?”
Will could have brought Ian here and he could have.Ugh, men.
I’m just pissy that I didn’t get a longer ride on the bike.
“Whatever,” I mutter. “I want another ride on your bike.”
His lips curve into a smile. “I’ll give you something better to ride, Princess.” He winks before slipping on his helmet.
How am I supposed to be mad at him when he’s making me all hot and bothered? “Now, get your ass in the truck and let’s go home.”
Home. It’s crazy how that place, and even the compound, has become my home.
I’ve never felt like I belonged anywhere. Never felt like I had a home to call mine. In my old life, sometimes I didn’t even want to go home, grateful for the extra shifts because I couldn’t stand being around my ex.
