I smiled brightly, not even having to force it, and nodded.
?Arden?
I called what came next the good days. They were the only ones we ever really got as Creed, and we took full advantage of them. By the end of the second night in the penthouse, my body wrapped up in Rafe's, Kane burst into our room.
"Hey!" I shouted, scrambling for the covers.
Kane slapped a hand over his eyes. "Oops." Then he peeked through his fingers. "Hot, though. Kinda figured that's what was going on in here."
Rafe huffed, tucking the blanket firmly around me and wrapping me in a protective hug. He glared at Kane, lifting a hand.If you knew that's what was happening, then why the fuck didn't you knock, asshole?
Kane dropped his hand and lifted his other, drawing both of our attention to the sets of keys dangling fromhis fingers. His smile was wide as he jiggled them. "Because I've found something better than sex, my comrades."
"Debatable," I grumbled.
He cocked a brow. "I see you're back in the game, Miss Creed. Well done."
I rolled my eyes, but Rafe hugged me tighter. I squirmed, gasping and unable to sign at him to stop. I kicked at his calf and he reluctantly released me enough to breathe again.
"Get up. The two of you clearly don't realize what keys these are." Kane tossed two sets onto the bed and turned on his heels. "Let's get the fuck out of this bitch."
Thorne popped his head in before the door shut, his smile matching his brother's. "MTT 420RR Turbine Superbikes, Arden. Four of them."
My eyes widened, and I scrambled from the confines of the comforter, startling Rafe as I plucked one of keys into my palm. "Oh, fuck me," I muttered.
Rafe's nostrils flared in amusement.I thought we'd already checked that off the list.
I shook my head.Rafe, these are crazy bikes. The top speed is over 250 miles per hour, and they're limited,built-to-order. I've never seen one, let alone been able to ride one.
His brows lifted in surprise, and he picked up his own set.Damn.
If there's four, then that means the Buyer wants us to take them, right?I chewed on my lip, concern edging in.I mean, why would the Buyer leave us keys?
Rafe's gaze darkened.
You know what, I don't care.That's a damn good death, in my opinion.I slid off the bed and went straight to the closet, rummaging through until I found a pair of pants that might fit me and a tshirt. I threw them on with a pair of boxers in the drawer, beaming when I found a pair of boots in the far corner in my size. There was a similar set for Rafe and I tossed them behind me. I whipped around, hurrying to leave his room and head to mine to get my leather jacket, but he scooped me around the waist. I let out a squeal of surprise as he turned me to face him, the darkness in his eyes traded back for the endearment he'd shown me while in bed.
You're cute when you're excited, he signed and kissed my cheek.
"Yeah, yeah, buddy. It's time for me to go ride something other than your dick. Sound good?" I patted his chest, snorting when he scowled. I pressed onto my toes and kissed him hard, his arms tightening around me. When I drew back, he was grinning again, his eyes crinkling in amusement.Don't worry, I signed.Thorne and I can teach you and Kane how to drive them.
His grin widened.I know how to ride, Arden. Had to for a few jobs.
Thank goodness, I admitted and lunged away while I still could.I have no intention of slowing down for you.
"I think I just came," Thorne said, crouched on the ground, head between his hands, eyes wide as he stared at the set of four bikes lined up in a private garage. We'd found a separate elevator in the penthouse and taken it on a whim, considering its only button led to BASEMENT 1.
Kane swung a leg over the one at the front and let out a long groan.
Normally, I'd tell them they were being gross, but I was also on the verge of an orgasm. I was never going to last once that motor got running. Jesus Christ.
Even Rafe was enamored, circling the navy blue one at the rear and running his fingers over the matching helmet.
I walked up to the matte black one with a red pin-stripe, keeping myself from drooling as I took hold of the handle bars and swung my leg over. I mean,Jesus Christ.
But all four of us stiffened when the garage door rolled upward. My head jerked to the upper corner, noticing the first camera we'd seen since entering the penthouse. My eyes narrowed, my jaw tightening. So. Someonewaswatching us.
Just beyond, the city traffic blared, the last rays of the sunset trading for the hustle and bustle of nightlife. Hooking the keys on my belt, I took a breath and pushed the button to start the ignition. The bike roared to life, and my worry once again left me. I was right. This wasan excellent way to die. If the Buyer planned to lead us on these bikes to another hell, honestly? Fuck it.
