This isn’t as amusing as the others made it out to be. I don’t care one bit about how these idiots are fretting about their bikes. Most of the excitement has died down now the bikes are back on two wheels.
It’s taking a lot of restraint not to look in the direction of the surly ass biker who pretty much insulted King. That takes a serious amount of balls. And not the first time I wonder about those balls.
We heard everything from inside the car, even mom blew out a whistle as we all waited to see what King was going to do.
When he did nothing, I watched Mace again. He stood his ground and looked damn sexy doing it.
Stop it, I mentally shake myself and turn away, so I don’t risk looking over there now that I’m out among the crowd. And not just at Mace.
I can’t believe he is standing right next to Eli. I felt the burn of both of their eyes on me when I got out of the car. They don’t like each other, if what Waverley told me is anything to go by.
I didn’t fish for details, but she told me anyway. One of these days she will get over the stupid idea I’m going to end up with Eli. Men arecomplicated. I have enough complications in my life without adding a biker to the mix.
Never mind two…
My thighs clench and my cheeks burn. Who thinks like that? I mean, I can be adventurous in bed and I like being dominated but I’ve never been that way inclined. Clearly my body isn’t on board because now I’m imagining it.
Waverley would have a goddamn field day with this. Speaking of… Where is she? I ignore the two-muscle bound, sexy as sin bikers and search for her.
Waverley is heading up the steps to the clubhouse. More like being dragged. Nessa is on a mission. She’s been flirting around Casper for months but has never so much as kissed him as far as I can tell. And he’s like a dog in heat. Maybe tonight is the night. Fucking hell.
Waverley stops and looks over her shoulder seeking me out. Nessa still has hold of her arm as she spots me standing by the car. I make a gesture with my head that she reads perfectly. She pulls a face back that says, ‘what am I supposed to do?’
Don’t ditch me for one. I get one last apologetic look as she gives in to Nessa’s dragging. That big, boobed pain in the butt doesn’t even spare me a glance.
It would be best all around if I got the fuck out of here. Oh great, mom has vanished too. Why do I even come here? Seriously. Time to go. I start back for the car when a deep voice calls my name. I’m not expecting Mace to be striding towards me. What does he want? Self-consciously I drag my hair around my shoulder and tug it into a quick knot with a tie I had around my wrist.
“You leaving?” he asks.
“What business is that of yours?” Apparently, the snark hasn’t up and left along with the lust and embarrassment. Two very opposing and irritating emotions I don’t appreciate being invoked.
“You live in Parsippany.”
That he is stating it rather than questioning has my eyes narrowing. What does he want?
“Can I catch a ride?”
My mouth opens and closes as thoughts leave my brain, blowing away like dust in the wind.Andnow I’m quotingKansas songs.
“Why would I do that?”
He glances at the bikes, like that is an answer.
“You can’t get one of these assholes to take you or loan a bike or something.” Yeah, despite telling myself I wasn’t watching, I saw his reaction to the damage on his bike. It’s not going anywhere.
“Apparently there are no spare bikes, or cages.”
If I didn’t understand biker talk, I wouldn’t have a clue he is referring to a car. He’s frustrated and pissed off and getting him in my car would be a disaster.
“Your clubhouse is in Stroudsburg. That is in the opposite direction to Parsippany.”
“A buddy has a place in Parsippany. I have business in the area tomorrow. It makes sense.”
“Maybe it makes sense to you,” I glare at him.
“You’re going to leave me here?”
“It’s not my problem.”
