“Was that necessary?” I chuckle, rubbing him again.
“I didn’t like how he was looking at you.”
“How was he looking at me?”
“Like he wanted you to be his.”
“I’m not.” I grind the heel of my hand over him, and he growls.
He plants his palm over the back of my hand and drags me over his cock. “I know. You’re mine.”
Two words have never sounded so good, even if he might just be referring to this moment. Or he could just be talking about sex. Either way, sitting on the back of his bike, touching him like I’ve thought about for years, I like the thought of being his.
We ride in a wide arc around the city. Traffic picks up and then thins again. Once we’re on the opposite side of Vegas from the Twisted Kings compound, Dean takes a side road that looks like it leads to nothing at first. Until the empty road ends at a fence line.
“What is this?”
“The Iron Sinners compound.”
“The club you—” I stop myself from finishing the sentence, even though it’s only the two of us out here. “The other club that used to be around?”
He nods, pulling off his helmet. Dean holds out a hand to help me climb off, slinging both helmets on the handlebars. When he gets off his bike, he leans against it, watching me.
“Why are we out here?”
“I come out here to think about shit.” He scans the horizon, pausing on a burned structure in the distance. “It never really ends.”
I take in the charred remains of what must have been the Iron Sinners clubhouse. Aimee told me it burned to the ground. She never said the Twisted Kings did it, butit’s clear the Feds think they did with how they’ve been monitoring the compound.
“You certainly chose a dangerous line of work.” I look up at Dean.
He’s still leaning against his bike, arms crossed over his chest. But he’s no longer staring at the burned building. He’s looking at me.
“Is it worth it?” I ask.
“It’s almost everything I ever wanted.” His gaze drifts over me. “Family. Money. Freedom. Sex.”
Jealousy flares. My cheeks heat.
“Almost?” I ask, clearing my throat.
He nods, lifting off his bike and wrapping a hand around my throat, pulling me closer. “You fuck everything up, Willa. Back then and now. You’re a wrecking ball.”
“I’m not trying to be.” If anything, I did all this to keep him safe, not that he knows that.
“Why’d you really come here, Willa?”
“The list—”
He shakes his head, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “You could have texted me that shit. Mailed it if you didn’t want me to have your fucking number. You hand delivered it on purpose.”
I wet my lips, and Dean’s gaze falls to my mouth. “I wanted to see you.”
“Why?”
“I missed you.”
“Do you miss himtoo?”
