Page 8 of Not Your Romeo
Her head slowly pivoted toward me, those fine pale brows arching as she contemplated that. She might have been pretty if I had time to study her face, instead I was the one watching the damned road!
“Hey.” I flipped my hand as a car traded lanes ahead of us. “Hey, hey!”
I shot up and reached for the wheel. She slapped my hand with lightning speed. It didn’t hurt anything but my pride, mostly because I jerked back like a shark had taken a shot at me.
“Would you watch the fuckin’ road! This shit ain’t cute.”
“You sound like my dad.” She cackled, twisting that thorn a little deeper.
“If that’s what a will to live sounds like, so be it: call me Daddy. Now, slow the fuck down.” I tried to take that firm tone with her that I used with my sons, and that smile of hers widened.
I swear to fuck, her eyes even lit up a little.
“Listen to you,” she purred, reaching to swipe a finger down my nose.
I tucked my head back and gave her the look. I wasn’t a man that was used to having to stomp and scream. I could stop most bikers at a glance, but not this creature. She swerved that hand from my nose to my knee undeterred.
I set my jaw and watched her hand crawl up my thigh, shredding my patience with every quarter inch she claimed.
“Talk to me like that some more. Go on, I like that bass in your voice. That’s when people are supposed to know you really mean it, huh?” she antagonized, her dimples flashing and that big smile turning on me as she alternated between checking on the road and soaking in my growing discomfort.
“Ro–” I attempted, once I thought I could speak to her without cursing too much, or maybe it was how high her hand had climbed that made me snap mine down on top of it and blurt out her name.
Chapter Six
Savor It
Roisin
“I like that, Ro. I thought you were supposed to be a Dirty Savage. You’re fucking skittish as a mouse, Wyatt.” I studied his awkward angle, the man had his back so turned, the seatbelt was half over his neck.
“Sorry, Ro-Sheen, Turn.” He stressed my name, enunciating it hard before his free hand shot up to point. “This exit.”
“Why did you talk about me like that?” I asked, causing his attention to whip back toward me.
“What?” The bewilderment was plain in his voice. “You were driving like a maniac.”
“No. Before. You called me ‘this one’– like you got three more waiting back at the house.”
The tension left his face as his gaze slowly swept my features. I bugged my eyes, waiting for an answer.
“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” He quietly began.
“You didn’t.” I shut it down before he could carry on.
A sharp blast of a horn sounded behind us and I whipped around to confront it, raising my finger just as Wyatt nudged my arm.
“Go. Left.”
I dropped a glance to my arm and then him in that corner he’d chosen for himself before settling back in my seat and accelerating.
“This isn’t the way to East Alton,” I pointed out.
He shook his head, “No, it isn’t. I got some business to handle before we leave the area completely.
A short while later, we arrived at a cabin.
“This some kind of Honeymoon Suite?” I teased.
