His voice dips so that I’m the only one who can hear it. Heidi can probably guess, but she can’t hear every word he says. “I’m not protecting you from a hallway, Millie. I’ll be on your couch or in your bed. You choose.”
“Sofa,” I snap before I step to the side to walk past him.
My shoulder clips his arm, and I don’t even bother looking behind me to see if he’s okay. I don’t care, and if I look back, I might run and jump into his arms. So that is out of the question.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
MILLIE
“He pisses me off so bad,”I grind out as soon as I slam my car door closed and it’s just me and Heidi alone in my car.
“Because you want to fuck him?” Heidi asks.
I narrow my eyes at her, but she only grins at me. I want to slap her, too. I do want to fuck him. I don’t think I’ll ever not want to fuck him, but right now, I want to slap him first.
Maybe angry-fuck him.
Then all I can think about is the fucking part, and my anger instantly dissipates, which also pisses me off because I really want to stay mad at him. I want to ball my hands into fists and hit him, over and over.
Shaking my head, I force myself to get out of my own head. I need to focus and get home. It’s late, and I’m exhausted, both mentally and physically. This situation is coming to a head, and I’m at my breaking point.
Pushing those thoughts away, I look over at Heidi, who is sitting in my passenger seat, no doubt wondering what happened to her normally cool, calm, and collected friend.
“He’s following us home, and he’s staying at my place.”
“Oh my,” Heidi murmurs.
“Yeah,” I snort as I start the engine.
Shifting my car intoDrive, I begin to head home. Axton is behind me, and as much as I try to ignore his presence, I can’t help but flick my gaze to the rearview mirror every couple of seconds. His pickup is there, comforting me, and that pisses me off, too.
Nothing about him should be a comfort. I’m mad at him. The fact that he claimed me, without even asking me, is too much. If he had just talked to me and explained things, I would have been fine with it, but he didn’t want to tell me shit… He didn’t want toaskme anything.
What he wanted to do was dictate and for me to fall in line.
Ten years ago, I would have blindly accepted that with gleeful excitement. In fact, I would have fallen to my damn knees about the whole thing. Not anymore. I want him to talk to me, to think of me as a person, as a partner.
I don’t want him to just do things and not give a shit about my input, as if I’m some little woman at home to just smile and nod.
That is not me, and I refuse to be that.
Parking in my assigned parking spot, I close my eyes and let out a heavy sigh. “It’s going to be okay, babe,” Heidi murmurs, and then I feel her fingers curl around my wrist.
I didn’t realize I was squeezing the steering wheel as tightly as I am. Releasing it slightly, I turn my head and open my eyes, my gaze finding hers. She’s smiling at me, and I can’t help but smile back.
“It will be,” I whisper. “But I’m not sure I will be.”
“Like hell you won’t,” she snaps. “You’re going to be fine, even if you’re not knocking boots with that sexy-as-hell biker. This doesn’t have to be your stopping point. It could just be a stepping stone, exactly like Vegas.”
“Or maybe I just go back to Vegas?”
Vegas.
Heidi snorts. “You’ve grown out of Vegas, babe. It’s not big enough for you anymore.”
I almost laugh in her face. My eyes search hers, and I try to keep the humor out of my voice, but I’m fairly certain I fail.
“But this is bigger?”
