“You got a better idea? You want me to waltz out from back here while everyone is hanging out in the room?”
“Shit.” Her head fell back on a groan, exposing her throat.
Not the time, buddy.
“Ugh, I’m so sorry. This is ridiculous.”
He kissed her quickly, then smirked. “Better get moving.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Beth climbed off him and disappeared into the bathroom. Of course, he stared at her ass the whole way. They’d have to pluck his eyes out to keep them from zeroing in on her naked ass.
He had to resist the urge to join her in there. Even something as simple as brushing teeth would turn into a temptation.
Less than two minutes later, she returned dressed in a T-shirt and jean shorts. “Had these in my car,” she explained as she pulled her hair into a high ponytail. “Okay. I’m heading out. See you in a few?”
“Yep.”
Her gaze went to the window, then she frowned.
“I’m good, babe.”
She huffed and rolled her eyes, but walked to him. “Kiss?”
“Of course.” He gripped the front of her T-shirt and yanked her to him. They shared a short but brutal kiss that had his dick twitching with anticipation.
And then she left, leaving him to flop back on the bed with a heavy sigh. After rubbing a hand over his face, his gaze went to the window. The small-fucking-window.
“Fantastic,” he muttered. “Fucking teenager is the only one who could fit through that thing without injury.”
Still, he’d rather scrape the shit out of his arms, climbing through the window and spend the entire night wrapped around Beth, than be wound-free but have slept alone in his bed. Hell, the thought of turning in without her tonight held no appeal, and he’d only had a few hours of sleeping next to her.
He forced himself to sit up. The small window loomed a mere six feet away, mocking him with its stream of sunshine pouring into the room.How the fuck was he supposed to stuff his full-grown man ass through that small window?
Guess he was about to find out.
What a fucking disaster.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
FUCKING GATOR.
He sat across from Beth with the biggest, most self-satisfied smirk she’d ever seen. She glared daggers at him, but, of course, it only made him laugh and wink. Not only did her dad show up five seconds after she walked out of the room, but her mom and basically every other club member arrived for what Shell called ‘family breakfast.’ She claimed the fanfare was a frequent ordeal Beth would know about if she ‘bothered to come home more than once a year.’
Point taken.
When she offered to help with the food, her mom steered her out of the kitchen. “Thanks, honey, but I’ve seen your cooking skills,” she’d said, which was how Beth found herself sitting across from Gator, cutting fruit at the table, and stressing over whether Saint was wedged in the window.
“Hey, Rizz,” Gator called to his club brother across the room. “Have you seen Saint this morning? Thought he’d be here by now.”
Beth narrowed her eyes at the shit-stirrer. She pointed her knife at him and mouthed,Your dick is next, before hacking it through the strawberry with brutal force.
Gator paled and moved his hands below the table to cover his junk.
Beth gave him a sweet smile and resumed her task.
“You’re fucking evil,” Gator muttered.
The door opened, and before anyone greeted the newcomer, the back of Beth’s neck tingled.
