“You’ll have to ask the Sheriff about it. I only found out ten minutes ago.”
“Why would someone kill him?”
“He wasn’t a good guy, Cassie,” I tell her. “He helped his sister, but that doesn’t take away from all the bad shit he’s done in his life. Chances are it’s over some deal gone bad or he’s got into something he shouldn’t have. It’s a risk he took with his lifestyle choices.”
“You don’t think it has anything to do with whoever his sister was running from?”
“Guys like that don’t go after other guys,” Handlebar finally speaks. “They get their rocks off from hurting women.”
“Assholes,” Cassie mutters.
“There isn’t much point in me carrying on with this now that Marshall is dead. I’ll call King tomorrow.”
“That isn’t how things work with King,” she says.
“In case you missed it, I’m the President of this chapter. He asked me for a favor and I would have done it if I could, but the guy is dead.”
“Don’t you want to know what happened to him?”
She gets to her feet with an angry glare which is doing all kinds of things I really don’t want it to. Not with him standing behind her. She’s a fucking sight to see when she’s mad.
“Do you even care why he wants to find these people? Have either of you asked him?”
“We don’t question King, like your men wouldn’t question you,” Handlebar says.
“Come on, you’re blindly following his orders. You of all people should know what he is doing isn’t right. You said it yourself, the people you thought could help won’t, Marshall is dead. Whatever King wants he isn’t going to get and you’re going to have to tell him that.”
“I think you might have forgotten how an MC works,” Cassie rolls her eyes.
“No, I know exactly how they work. And I thought you had bigger balls than most of the men in that MC,” I say, a challenge in my tone.
That worked. She looks like she wants to throttle me. It’s best she gets angry and they leave. Gets on the back of his fucking bike and leave me the hell alone.
There is something about her, I’m fucking stupid when she is around. Like at the diner the other day all I could think about while we were talking was what she would taste like. I’ve still not had that pleasure, thanks to the prick standing behind her.
“Maybe I do,” she fires back, she moves around the table as if getting closer will make her point better. “And I don’t give up.Ever.”
She steps into my personal space, her chin tilted up, refusing to break eye contact. My muscles tense up as I give back as good as I’m getting, I won’t back down either. Cassie mirrors my movements, straightening her shoulders, trying to look bigger than she is.
“This might be the one thing that breaks you,” I say.
“Are you talking about what we’re working on, or something else?”
Her tone is sassy but her eyes betray what’s really going on, the pupils are blown wide and they’re heavy lidded. It gets even harder to resist when her tongue darts out and licks her bottom lip.
What the fuck is she doing to me? And why the hell is Handlebar standing there? Our eyes meet over the top of Cassie’s head. She followsmy gaze so we’re both watching him. Is she waiting for him to react? Am I about to do this again, after she’s been on the back of his bike.
Cassie takes the decision out of my hands when she takes hold of my belt, her fingers probing beneath the waistband of my jeans, touching my skin. My hands ache to touch her back but I’m still focusing on him. The temperature in the room rose a dozen degrees, or maybe that’s just me at being so close to her, having her cool hands on my lower stomach muscles.
A slight growl escapes Handlebar’s throat, but he doesn’t move closer. Instead he grabs a chair and pulls it back turning it so he’s facing us. Cassie’s worked my belt loose while I’ve been watching him. He sits down, crosses his arms in front of his chest and gives me a short flick of his head, like he is giving me permission.
Is this what they came here for? Or is Cassie so hot for me she’s incapable of controlling herself? That doesn’t sit right, she doesn’t lack control. This is her asserting what she wants. Over both of us.
I don’t really understand what is going on, but ever since the afternoon at her apartment, I’ve wanted to get my dick inside her, so why not take this opportunity. It’ll get them to shut up about Marshall and all this other shit with King then we can all move on.
He’s the last person I want to think about right now. Instead, I thrust my hips so her fingers sink deeper inside my jeans. My dick is hard as steel and her eyes widen when she feels I’m not wearing any underwear. I grab her hips and tug her against me, then press my lips against hers, hard enough that her head tilts and her back arches.
She clutches my waist and surges up, pushing back, her tongue stroking mine. Then her hands are pushing at my cut and dragging my t-shirt up. All the while our lips stay locked as we pant and battle each other. My hands work feverishly to untuck her top from her skintight jeans, dragging it over her head and tugging the straps of her bra down so it’s tangled around her waist.
