Nash stepped into Abi’s path, stopping him from pacing. He held Abi gently by his arms, rubbing his forearms. “That guy just thought you were an overprotective mate.”
“I didn’t blow our cover?”
“No, little hellcat, you didn’t.”
Abi sneered at Nash’s nickname for him, but he secretly found it cute that Nash had given him one. “I’m not used to this. Peter sends me in to get the lay of the land.”
Nash nodded. “That makes sense, and before you get all growly, I mean, because you can shift into anything. I bet you can get into tight spaces.”
“Is that some sort of sexual joke because I still don’t think we’re mates?”
Nash nodded again, only this time his jaw muscles tensed. “You still need to play the part.”
“I know. I’ll do better. I promise.” He didn’t have a choice. People depended on him. It wasn’t just those poor souls in chains forced to fight. It was that woman on the swing. Beaten, bloody, and naked, forced to perform sex acts. He needed to play the part well, and to do that, he needed to stop beating himself up for being unable to resist Nash, aka lean into the mating pull. Even if it was only a performance, and even if the mating pull would fade after two weeks.
“I think we should kiss.” Abi stepped into Nash.
Nash raised his eyebrows. “Really? Are you sure about that?”
Abi smirked at Nash’s skepticism. “If we’re going to make it believable, then we’re going to have to be familiar with each other.”
Nash held Abi by the nape of his neck and closed the distance. His gaze went to Abi’s mouth. “Are you sure?” he asked again.
“Stop talking and kiss me.”
When Nash’s lips touched Abi’s, it was with no small amount of confidence. And that was when Abi understood why Nash had asked twice. The second time was a warning of sorts.
It wasn’t a mere press of the lips. Not even at the start. It was Nash taking advantage of Abi’s willingness and getting a taste before Abi turned frosty again. That much was obvious in the way Nash licked at the seam of Abi’s lips until he opened his mouth. He pulled at Abi’s lower lip, sucking on it for a second before gentling the kiss again.
Despite Nash constantly saving Abi from himself, and his quiet strength, the kiss hinted at a bad boy underneath. Nash might shine up like a new penny in his fancy white suit, but Nash couldn’t bury the biker criminal very deep.
Abi learned who the real Nash was when he coaxed Abi into giving him more. And Abi was happy to do so. More than willing. He’d give all of himself.
Abi wrapped his arms around Nash’s shoulders and let Nash take what he wanted. He did it with a moan and the sureness of knowing he’d climb Nash like a tree if the kiss lasted even a second longer.
So that was what Abi did. He broke the kiss, which made Nash growl. Nash’s displeasure didn’t last long. Abi jumped, making Nash catch him.
His dress pants stretched across his ass when he wrapped his legs around Nash. They didn’t have much give, but Abi didn’t care. He didn’t care about the wrinkles either.
Nash met Abi’s gaze, studying it, giving Abi enough time to come to his senses.
Abi wasn’t about to do that. He never did the thing he should. Not that Abi knew what that was anymore. Swearing off men sounded like the stupidest idea he’d ever had when Nash’s hands were on his ass.
Nash might be a bad boy disguised as a rich businessman, but Abi was a rich bad boy who enjoyed killing almost as much as he enjoyed fucking. Nash just hadn’t figured Abi out yet, so that made Abi ahead of the game.
Abi grinned.
“What?” Nash rubbed his fingers along the crack of Abi’s ass.
“You should come with a warning label.”
Nash raised his eyebrows with a smile. “Is that so?”
“Yes, you manipulative bastard. It is very so.” Abi kissed Nash again, but this time he kept it light and playful. “You’re as evil as I am.”
Nash laughed.
Abi had surprised him. That was when Abi realized not much had surprised Nash up to that point. Not even his reaction upon first meeting him.
