“I’m not gonna puke,” she whimpered. “These heels are too expensive to ruin.”
My eyes narrowed. Chicks’ logic was beyond me. “Okay. You gonna stop crying any time soon?”
“That’s very rude of you to ask. It’s like asking a woman about her age.”
I tapped the handle. “Just saying, no guy is worth it. I can kidnap him for you, hogtie him so you can torture him all you want?” I was seriously considering it even if she said no.
“I’m not crying over a guy,” she blubbered, still not looking at me.
“So all that shit in front of that fucker and his fiancé has nothing to do with you sobbing in the middle of the road?”
Her head whipped at me. “Why do you have to be such an asshole?”
“Me the asshole? Not the cunt who ditched you to marry some hot bimbo?” Fuck. I shouldn’t have said that.
Her bloodshot eyes stabbed at me. “Obviously, both of you are.” She walked back to the bike and started to take her shit off it.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I yelled at her instead of apologizing. Well, I was the Blood Demons’ Prez. I didn’t know how to apologize if I wanted to.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
I snatched her bag and put it back where it belonged. “You’re not leaving by yourself. Get back on the bike.”
Her eyes widened at me. Then she crossed her arms over her chest, giving me a better view with her tits pressed up like that. “Or what? Kidnap and hogtie me to your bike?”
“If I have to.”
She snorted and reached for her shit again. “Goodbye, Mister Slasher. I hope I’ll never see you again.”
Oh, you will see me again. You will see me every fucking day.I grabbed her waist and she yelped, pushing against my chest. When I carried her up, her hands held on to me instead of pushing away. Her struggle ended as I put her on the leather seat.
I leaned in, dragging my hands from her waist to the steel, corralling her in, my mouth an inch away from hers. She was shaking, her tits rising and falling with every breath. There wasn’t enough strength in one man to hold back the urge to slip a finger or two between her spread legs while crushing his lips into hers and squeezing those tits hard.
But there was a bro code that even I couldn’t break. Why the fuck did she have to be my VP’s sister?
“Stay,” I ground the order under my teeth and got on the bike myself. “You’d better hold the fuck tight.”
She wasn’t holding, so I roared away. Her squeal got lost in the wind, and her arms and tits were on me again, right where they should have been.
CHAPTER 7
VIXEN
“Reindeer! Oh my God.”
I jumped off the bike and ran through the open gates. Then I flung my arms around Malcolm and cried, the woods surrounding our old house a blur. I buried my face in his shoulder, and he dropped the firewood logs in his grip and held me as hard as he could.
He leaned back a little, not breaking our embrace but studying my face. “What happened? Are you all right?”
I nodded, willing the tears away. “I just missed you so much, and oddly, I missed that Reindeer ugliness…Dasher.”
He chuckled as his eyes flicked over my shoulder toward the gate, but his concerned gaze returned to me in a heartbeat. “I missed you, too, Sis. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I am now.” Standing in the front yard of our parents’ house, hugging my brother made me feel better in no time. Now, whatever happened, nothing could hurt me anymore.
“I have so much to tell you, though.” I lowered my voice. “Could you thank that very charming gentleman claiming to be your friend for me and dismiss him? I have no idea what he’s still doing here. I mean, he gave me a ride when I needed… twice…but what is he expecting? Invite him in for a cup of tea? Or pay for the gas? Tell him I’ll compensate him for his trouble when I get my car from his garage.”
My brother frowned, rubbing his beard. Wait, what? Malcolm had a beard now? I took a better look at him. He did grow a full beard. And a Mohawk? I didn’t know they allowed rooster heads in the army.
