I stroked my thumb dangerously close to her lower lip. “Are you going to be okay here on your own?”
She pulled away from my grip and faced the elevator doors. “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You really want me to recount the obvious reasons?”
The real smile finally blossomed. “Look, I know it might not seem like it, but you scared the shit out of that asshole. I don’t think he’ll have the balls to come near me for at least the next couple of days. Am I disappointed that you have to leave so soon? Yes. But don’t mistake that disappointment for fear. I know he’s gone, at least for now.”
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and hugged her into my side. “All right, but don’t hesitate to call me if you think something’s happening.”
She leaned in close. “I will, I promise.”
I dipped my lips down, brushing them softly against the top of her head. And as my fingertips danced along her upper arm, I resisted the urge to pull her into me. I wanted to pick her up and feel her legs locking around me again. I wanted to capture those pillowy lips of hers and suck on them until she growled. I wanted to make her damn near feral before I filled her with my dick, and for the life of me I had no fucking clue where in the hell those feelings were coming from.
I’d never once seen her this way in high school. If anything, she had been more like a sister. Someone I could rely on, not someone I could fuck.
So, what had changed?
Why the hell did I suddenly want to bend her over my bike?
“Home, sweet home,” I said as we approached her apartment door.
She stood onto her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you tonight, okay?”
I tucked my hands into my jean pockets to keep them to myself. “See you tonight.”
I watched her slip into her condo before I turned on the balls of my feet and booked it for the garage. I couldn’t get myself onto my bike quickly enough. I jammed my hand into my pants and rearranged my growing cock, hoping that it would dwindle before I got to the clubhouse.
Because the last thing I needed was the guys poking fun at me for getting a hard-on at torturing this Wes guy.
I took the back-alley roads just so I could max myself out and get to the club a little sooner. However, the second I pulled into the parking lot of our clubhouse, I saw exactly why Viper wanted me back. He sat there on the porch with one of our prospects, Pride.
And the boy looked like he had gotten the shit beat out of him.
“What the hell happened!?” I exclaimed as I hopped off my bike.
Viper stood and wiped his hands off on his jeans. “Pride was giving Wes lunch, and apparently that dickweed found a way to get out of his new restraints.”
I clicked my tongue. “Why can’t we just stick with the zip ties? They work just fine.”
“Trust me, don’t I know it.”
I peered around Viper. “Took you by surprise?”
Pride rolled his eyes. “I know it shouldn’t have happened.”
I nodded and looked back up at Viper. “Who heard the commotion?”
“Me and Goose.”
And just like that, the man came rushing out with a first-aid kit in hand.
“Pride, come with me,” Goose said.
The poor prospect had to be given a hand just to get up, and that was when I noticed his limp.
“Jesus, he really did a number on him, huh?” I asked.
Viper turned to watch Goose and Pride go inside. “It was pretty bad. There’s still a lot of blood down there.”
