“Not a chance,” he leans forward and grabs the bottom of my skirt and tugs it up.
I almost slap him but he doesn’t expose me, just lifts it so I can spread my legs enough to get on the bike. He straightens up until he is towering over me, still holding onto the fabric, his fingertips trailing over the skin of my thighs.
This isn’t the time, but I shiver as goosebumps rise where he’s touching me.
What’s worse, hearing Handlebar’s laugh full of promise and sex or the way Mace is eating me up with his eyes?
He gets on the bike and tugs me after him, holding my hand to help me. I’m getting far too good at this. He waits for me to put on the helmet and wrap my arms around him before he takes off.
Mace rides differently to Eli, he’s loose, like he is a part of the motorcycle beneath him. Has he had a woman ride on his bike before? Or was Eli anxious about making sure I was safe?
Mace didn’t offer any advice, or try to tell me not to worry about the ride.
I spend the rest of the time comparing the two of them, their strengths, and weaknesses, not that there are many of those and that turns to thoughts of their bodies.
Eli is the bigger of the two in the dick department, but that doesn’t mean Mace isn’t packing a decent size and he knows how to use it.
I’m shocked out of my thoughts when we pull up to the house I brought Mace to a few weeks back, his friend’s place. Where we first fucked. My cheeks flush as he stops the bike next to Eli’s. I get off,careful not to rip my skirt or show him how damn wet my underwear is right now.
Mace gets off and looks down at me.
“What’s your name?”
“You know my name.” He takes my helmet.
“I know your road name. I want your real name.” I can’t explain why but it feels important.
He stows the helmets, then walks to me and puts a hand on my back, turning me towards the house. I really don’t like being controlled, not like this. Pushing back, I stop and turn to face him. Behind us, the front door opens, but I keep my focus on him.
Mace shifts on his feet and I grab onto his cut to stop him pulling away.
He moves right up to me and grabs my hips, pulling me flush against him. “Dominic. Now get your ass inside, we’ve got a lot to talk about.”
I yelp when he slaps my ass and am too stunned to stop him turning me and walking me to the house. Eli is leaning against the wall watching, as we go past him, he smirks at Mace.Dominic. I’d rather refer to him like that from now on. Unless he pisses me off, then he becomes the Prez again.
Somewhere between our last encounter and right now, they’ve talked. That can only be a good thing for me, right? Despite that thought, I cross my arms and give them both a glare.
“Do you want to tell me why you kidnapped me?”
“Hardly kidnapping when you climbed on my bike,” Dominic tosses his bike keys and walks through to the kitchen.
“When I willingly came with you it was because I thought you had something to tell me, something to do with what we’re working on, like Liz calling,” I look at Eli. “Or you’ve found out what happened to Marshall,” I nod in Dominic’s direction. “Something tells me that isn’t what this is about.”
Today has taken a real turn, and it’s odd as hell because everything bad that happened on the case this morning was orchestrated by me.
Isn’t this what I wanted, these two men to get along, to make oursituationa little easier?
The way they’re both looking at me when Mace comes back into the living area makes me shudder. They don’t have the same thing on theirmind as me, if I’m not mistaken this is them working together, against me.
Dominic holds out the coffee mug for me to take which would be really great and it smells delicious, but I ignore it, for now.
“We do have something to tell you,” Dominic says.
“But we need to ask you something first, sweetheart.”
Him softening it with that term of endearment isn’t going to work.
“A couple of weeks ago, at the compound, Rosa alluded to the fact you needed protection.”
