Course I didn’t.
Cos I wanted this. I wantedhim, and the fact that he had Orla all over him just made my pulse pound harder.
You’re an idiot.
Yup. This, I had never denied, especially to my stern older brother—my twin—who lived mortgage-free in my head, sounding off whenever he fuckin’ felt like it.
“Hey.” Nash squeezed my arm. “It’s all sorted. Mateo’s in with Orla. You can go home for the night.”
I opened my eyes. “Home?”
Nash gave me that easy grin. The one that, combined with his smoky Irish brogue, made me want to slam him against the wall and kiss the shit out of him. “Unless you really want to stand out here all night. I’m not here to tell you what to do.”
His hand slid off me.
I missed it. But I had news for him if he thought I had any intention of schlepping back to my compound bedroom and snoozing the night away while he rode out with a band of unmade brothers at his back. “You can tell me whatever you like. I’m not going home, and I’m not staying here.”
“No?”
“No.” I pushed off the wall I’d slouched against while he’d been inside making hermoan. “I’m coming with you.”
I didn’t give him a chance to argue. I stepped around him and strode to the stairs, descending with the heat of him at my back but free of Orla’s bewitching scent.
Outside, fresh air hit me. I breathed it in, counting the seconds before he reached for me again. Cos I knew he would. Touch was Nash’s superpower.
I made it to my hog before he caught up with me, throwing a leg over, using the damn thing as a shield to stop me doing something stupid.
Like hauling him in for a kiss.
Dragging him back upstairs so we could—
“You don’t have to protect me too.”
I grabbed my helmet, avoiding his baby-blue gaze. Then saying an internalfuck itand diving head first into it. “Why not? Invincible, are ya?”
With an ever-present solitary AirPod jammed in his ear, Nash somehow eased tighter to me than he had inside. “Not even close. But neither are you, and you’ve been on point all day already.”
“So have you.”
“I’ve been in the warehouse with Decoy. He gets shit done so fast I don’t have time to get busy.”
Nash and his big heart seemed genuinely aggrieved. It made me want to rub the worry lines from his eyes with the pad of my thumb, and I gripped my helmet harder. “Regardless, I’m coming with you. So we can argue about it till the sun comes up, or we can get on with it so we can all go to fuckin’ bed.”
Bad word choice. Nash’s eyes widened. Then a faint smirk settled into them, a new phenomenon that had manifested since he and Orla had finally got their act together. Couldn’t say what had taken them so long, but their beautiful resolution had set something free in him. Something that legit fuckin’ terrified me, reminding me of a conversation I’d had with my nosy twin not three hours ago.
“What happens when they don’t want to fuck around anymore? I don’t get all this biker shit, but Nash is your VP, right? And Orla’s your president’s little sister? Think about it with your brain instead of your dick. You’re the disposable one.”
“Hey. What’s wrong?” Nash’s humour faded and he bypassed my every defence, dropping an arm around my shoulders before I could evade him.
Not that I wanted to evade him. Nash’s inked and ripped arm was some kind of perfect. He had muscles on muscles that were somehow lean and brawny at the same time, and he smelled of guitars and fuckin’ marshmallows or some shit.
And he smelled ofher.
These sexy motherfuckers. They pushed every button I had without even trying.
I failed to answer Nash.
He got in my face more, brightening my day with his messy waves, scruffy beard, and eyes that cared.
