“Good. Look, I’ve got to go. I’ll text you Tuesday night.”
“Stay safe, babe, and if you run into trouble, switch that cell on, and I’ll find you.”
“I will. See you soon.” I hang up before he can reply, hightailing it back to the motel.
I’m about a mile away when I spot Rick’s SUV behind me in the distance. “Fuck. Shit. Crap.” I curse under the helmet, pushing my foot to the metal until I reach the motel. I park the motorcycle in record time and race into reception, tossing the keys across the lobby to dreadlocks. “Thank you! And not a scratch!” I holler over my shoulder before racing out of there.
Thankfully, Harley is still out for the count when I reach the bedroom, but there’s no time to get him out of my bed and into his own room, so I make a rapid decision. I strip down to my undies, throwing my clothes across the floor, and climb under the covers. Keeping one eye on the door, I get Harley out of his shirt and jeans, and I fling them across the floor too.
The sounds of hushed conversation and thethump, thumpof booted feet tickles my eardrums as I mess up my hair, scoot in under his arm, and rest my head on top of his warm chest. I place his other arm around me and close my eyes, literally two seconds before the door to the room opens.
“What the actual fuck?” Rick shouts, and I fight a smile.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rick is shaking my shoulders, and I can tell it’s difficult for him to be gentle.
Because he most likely wants to strangle me.
“Abby!” he hisses, and I blink repeatedly, pretending to be half asleep.
“Wha?” I rub at my eyes as I sit up, letting the sheet pool at my waist.
Rick curses under his breath. “Cover yourself up, for fuck’s sake.”
“Wha?” I feign confusion, enjoying his discomfort way too much to make it easy on him.
He cusses again. “Stop staring,” he snaps. At Joaquin, I guess. “It’s bad enough we’ve found them like this. We don’t want to give Kai any more ammunition to go postal.”
“What’s going on?” I murmur, pushing strands of hair out of my eyes and staring at him.
“You tell me.” He folds his arms across his chest, pointedly looking from me to a still unconscious Harley. “And what the fuck is this?” He holds up the half-empty bottle of tequila.
“It’s tequila,” I deadpan, stretching my arms up over my head and standing.
“What the ever-loving fuck are you doing now?” He averts his eyes to avoid staring at my semi-naked body.
“Going to the bathroom to pee.” I glare at him. “That okay with you?”
He pulls something out of a bag. “Put that on before Joaquin creams his pants.”
I smirk, making a meal out of slipping the oversized T-shirt down over my head.
“You will give me gray hairs,” Rick mutters, staring at the ceiling as if looking for divine inspiration.
“Hey, Joaquin.” I smile flirtatiously at him as I walk past, sashaying my hips on purpose. His brown eyes are heated as they latch onto my body, and he’s doing fuck all to hide the fact he’s shamelessly ogling my tits. I think it’s fair to say Rick and Kai’s interventions have had less success with their other brother.
I listen to Rick berating Joaquin from behind the closed bathroom door, chuckling to myself.
I can have lots of fun with this.
Payback is a bitch, Kaiden Anderson.
“How much of this did he drink?” Rick asks when I return to the bedroom. Joaquin isn’t around, so Rick must have sent him to his room with his tail between his legs.
I flop down on the edge of the bed, stretching my bare legs out. “Pretty much all of it.”
“Fucking hell.” He rubs the back of his neck repeatedly.
