He grabbed my wandering hands. “It’s not my blood, Frazzle.”
I tugged his T-shirt up, trying to investigate his body.
“Baby, seriously, it’s not mine,” Orion said.
I fell against him and he wrapped his arms around me.
“Upstairs, right now,” I growled.
“Baby—”
“I swear to god, Adam, get your ass upstairs.” I pointed to the stairs. “Now.”
He raised an eyebrow and I thought he might argue with me, but then he smiled and headed toward our bedroom. I followed, closing us in and finding myself lifted off my feet and dropped gently on the bed. Orion’s hand landed on my ass with a hard smack and I let out a squeak. Lord, it made me so horny.
“You gonna continue to give me shit?” he challenged.
“If I do, will I get more of that?”
“No.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Oh, well, then I won’t give you shit.”
He grinned down at me, his hands on either side of my hips. “In all seriousness, though, I need you to keep your tongue leashed in front of the guys, Raquel.”
I leaned back and frowned. “Excuse me?”
He moved in to kiss me, but I covered his mouth with my hand.
“Razz.”
“Repeat what you just said.”
“You heard me.”
I shoved his face away. “Get off me.”
“Babe.”
“If you don’t want your dick ripped from your body, you’ll get off of me immediately.”
He sighed and stood, and I scrambled off the bed.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I’m going to ask my sister-in-law how to be a demure biker’s woman who only speaks when she’s spoken to,” I hissed.
“Jesus, Frazzle, that’s not what I’m saying.”
I was no longer listening. I slammed the door closed and rushed downstairs. Unfortunately, Olivia was helping my brother patch Milky up.
“Why do you look like you’re on the rampage?” Rabbit asked as he walked past me in the hall.
“No reason.”
He chuckled, taking my hand and pulling me into the kitchen. “Spit it out.”
“I don’t think you’re the right person to talk about this with.”
