“I don’t really know.” I give him the same honesty I’ve had from him. “I just never thought of doing anything else. Then, when I got hurt for real, I tried to quit, and do other things. But the fight in me to get back to it consumed me for a while.”
“What other things did you try?”
I give him a dry look. “Property development, if you can believe it. Turns out I’m not motivated enough for flipping houses, even with my mates rolling up on their hogs to do half of it for me.”
Hogs.
Motorcycles.
Sab looks a little harder at me. “You have biker friends?”
“A few. My best mate’s brother is a Rebel King, and I own some property in Devon with his fella.”
“Tam was a Rebel King.”
“InEverwyld?”
Sab laughs. “No. Birmingham. But the council from the Devon chapter rode up and took care of business when Tam got hurt. They’re good people.”
Can’t argue with that. And it makes me wonder if Sab knows Nash and even more loose threads tie us together than we already know about.
But Esme stirs before I can ask him. He takes her to bed, and when he comes back, the moment has passed.
Last time I was in this house watching festive lights dance in his dark gaze, I didn’t know how it feels to hold him naked in my arms. How his neck arches when he comes. How skilled his hands are when he’s sure of their path.
I know now, though, and the knowledge hangs between us as we stare at each other in the soft glow of his living room.
Go home.
I’m going to. But as he returns to the couch and steps between my legs, I find myself frozen in place.
Sab holds out his hands.
I let him haul me to my feet, bringing us eye-level, his mouth so fecking close I can taste the memory of his kiss in the shallow breath I take.
“How’s your shoulder?”
What shoulder?“Better.”
“Still hurt?”
“Not so much.”
Understatement. Nothing hurts. With Sab’s hands wrapped around mine, every nerve and synapse in my body fecking singswith pent-up desire. The only ache is in my cock, and that’s why I need to leave.
I kiss him, lightly, letting my tongue barely sweep his before I draw back, my hands on his chest. “Thanks for tonight. I needed it.”
Sab doesn’t say anything. Just stares at my mouth for the longest second before he widens the space between us, letting me pass.
He doesn’t follow me to the hallway either. He watches me get my shit together to leave, and maybe if he was anyone else, I’d wonder if he’s annoyed.
But I know he’s staying put to make it easier for both of us, and I hate how much I appreciate that. How much harder it would be to walk out of his house if he was close enough to pull me back.
“Are you working tomorrow?”
For a split second, I don’t know, my brain is that soft from the few hours I’ve spent in his company. Then I remember something that has me cringing. “I’m not on duty tomorrow, but I have to man the trucks at the Christmas parade. Green watch did it last year.”
“The parade in town?”
