As Spencer was about to make another flirty comment, Leo pulled off her leather jacket, revealing a black wife pleaser tucked into her moto pants. Her arms were bulging, like she’d just come from the gym. The black of her tanktop framed her shoulders and traps perfectly, like it was sculpted straight onto her. Even her cargo motorcycle pants made her legs look toned.
While I was busy admiring the outfit — and trying desperately not to picture the body underneath it — she drapedher brown jacket over my shoulders. “It’s November. Can’t have you getting cold.”
“Thanks.” I tucked a loose curl behind my ear and gave myself one last look over. The worn leather was the perfect final touch, grounding the airiness of all the lace and fishnets with something boxy.
My two angels stood behind me as I looked in the mirror, one at each shoulder. They were so tall that their faces were barely visible to me. But damn were they built.
“We look kind of good together, don’t we?” Spencer winked, wrapping her arm around my waist.
Following Spence’s lead, Leo draped her hand over my shoulder.
Sandwiched between them, their body heat almost made the jacket redundant. Spencer’s fresh musk mixed with Leo’s smokey, rich cologne in a way that made it hard to tell where one of them started and the other ended. But I kind of liked how overwhelming they felt.
I hadn’t felt this protected in years. So long as I kept myself next to them, nothing could hurt me. Not Gabriel, not my past, not whoever was lurking in the shadows of this mansion.
“Still straight,” I reminded the two handsome bikers with a playful flutter of my mascaraed eyelashes.
“Let’s roll.” Leo grumbled, the vibration in her chest rippling through my body.
Even as I turned toward the door, slipping on a pair of chunky black thigh high boots, I could feel their hungry eyes on me. If the draft in the hallway wasn’t enough to tell me this skirt was short, the feeling of their eyes on my ass would have been a dead giveaway.
I wobbled trying to pull up the zipper, and a sturdy, veined hand appeared at my side, palm up. Lacing my fingers with Leo’s, I made quicker work of the second boot, confident shewouldn’t let me fall. As I stood and straightened my skirt, I was certain I heard Spencer suck her teeth with disappointment.
Perv.
But before I could say a word about it, Spencer hooked one arm around my back and the other behind my knees. Sweeping me off my feet, Spencer brought me into a bridal carry. “You’re going to make us late, Bunny.”
A squeal rose from my chest as I let her take me away.
It was like I weighed nothing in her arms, walking down the hallway as if she was carrying a feather.
Gabe had always made me feel like I was too heavy. In fact, he’d said it: that if I’d been this weight when he met, he wouldn’t have gone for me.
I always felt like he could go fuck himself for that, and for the most part, I tried to not let it get to me. But there was a difference between knowing that was true and having someone show it to me. And Spencer was certainly showing me. She didn’t even wince carrying me down the stairs to the foyer with Leo right behind us
When we reached the base of the stairs, Spencer twirled us around fast enough to make my head spin and my stomach flutter. Wrapping my arms tighter around her neck, I could feel the laugh bubbling up in my chest.
But it promptly died when I looked up the staircase and saw Dom towering over us.
She didn’t look my way, pretending not to see me as she made her way down. It would have been more successful if it weren’t for the cruel downward curve of her lip. Clearly, she was still raging that Leo had let me come to the shop. And that I was headed to whatever the fuck The Hollow was.
Clearing a path, Spencer stepped off to the side, pulling me along with her.
Dom’s heavy steps thundered down the stairs and straight for the front door. She didn’t bother saying hi to her homies, just brushed right past us and reached for the door knob.
“Are you coming tonight?” Leo hollered after her.
Dom shook her head as she barked over her shoulder. “No. Have a meeting.”
But before she could open the door, Dom’s piercing blue eyes caught on mine. There was a glimmer there, something almost… sad. Like regret for something that hadn’t happened yet.
It was alarming to say the least. I had an urge to reach out to her, to say something.But what was there to discuss?
My eyebrows furrowed as she disappeared out the door, the spell between us breaking as she tore her glance from me.
“What’s got her in such a mood?” Spencer tilted her head.
“Probably this.” Leo gestured toward me and Spencer before waving her hands over the three of us. “Probably all of this.”
