Leo’s fingers moved to my artery, no doubt alarmed by my unresponsiveness.
“You okay, Princess?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but closed it just as quickly as I watched Dom retreat into the back room.I don’t know.
20
SPENCER
By the timewe’d finished with her, there was no way Kiera was making it home on a bike. She could hardly sit up, let alone keep her grip around my waist.
So the backseat of Dom’s gold Camaro it was. She was reluctant to let us take Kiera home in it, worried she’d ruin the vintage leather seats somehow. But it only took a moment for her to realize that our captive was far too exhausted to hold herself up on a bike.
Not that Kiera’s exhaustion stopped her from ripping on Dom’s precious car.
“You had time to restore a vintage Camaro? Not so busy at that tech job after all.” She quipped.
Dom didn’t dignify her with a response. And even so, I could see the admiration in Kiera’s eyes. It was a beautiful car, a shimmering gold that didn’t exist in the car world anymore. There wasn’t a single spot of rust on the ‘67 beast.
In the golden hour sunset, the car almost became invisible.
Despite Dom’s bitching, I was thrilled to get a ride home. Some water and a fresh set of clothes took Kiera from aspeechless puddle on the floor to a sleepy little thing resting her head against my chest in the backseat.
And though I loved having her wrapped around me on the bike, riding bitch had its advantages. Namely that I could admire her beautiful face as she dozed off, the way her delicate little fists balled into my shirt.
God, she’s perfect.
When Dom first suggested initiating her, I’d been nervous how she’d take it. But our little captive handled it like a champ. And now that she was ours, all that was left to do was reward her with a bit of TLC.
And arrange her mark. But that can wait for later…
Before my thoughts could drift far, Kiera made a soft little noise before nuzzling closer. I looped my arms around her tighter, and it took all of my restraint not to squeeze.
She has no business being this adorable.
Her eyelids flickered as she floated somewhere between waking and dreams, and a part of me couldn’t help hoping that she might find me there. She looked so… innocent. Though I knew after what had happened in the shop that she was anything but.
What a fucking woman.
Before long, we were taking the familiar curve up the long driveway, and I knew my time in this little haven was coming to an end. Dom pulled to a gentle stop in front of the main entrance, more for the car’s benefit than for Kiera’s, and hopped out with a sigh.
Leo peered back at me over her shoulder. “Need help with the precious cargo?”
“I’ve got her.” I smiled down at her, tucking a loose strand of that pretty red hair behind her ear. “Just pop the door for me, would you?”
With one last wayward glance, Leo popped out of the car, gently swinging the door open for me.
“Kiera…” I murmured, kissing her temple while my right hand rubbed her arm.
“Mmmm?” She cracked her eye open before nuzzling into my chest again, still half asleep.
“Bunny, we’re home. Time to get up.”
“Noo…” she groaned softly, gripping my shirt tighter. With her big t-shirt and messy hair, she looked like a little kid who’d fallen asleep on a long night drive. Just the thought was enough to make my heart burst.
“Any fucking day…” Dom shouted before Leo stepped over to her, no doubt chastising her in hushed tones.
A smile tugging at my lips, I leaned my head against Kiera’s. “Do you want me to carry you?”
