Rude.
Nicola shakes her head and starts yelling in Japanese as she runs to catch up with him. They climb into his Nissan and peel out of the parking lot.
Logan’s hand slips down my spine, right above my ass as he guides me to keep moving and off to the right on the sidewalk until a gleaming, pitch-black crotch rocket comes into view.
I admittedly stop in front of his bike and cross my arms with a stubborn jerk of my chin. Although I’d like nothing better than to hop on this badass crotch rocket and take off, zooming past traffic at dangerous levels, that’s not happening because the owner of the bike is a jackass.
“I’m not getting on that with you,” I say as I glare up at him, feeling my stomach drop as his honey colored eyes meet mine with that same challenging glare.
“Yes, you are.” He towers over me, blocking out the sunlight in my eyes and letting me see the dark challenge in his beautiful eyes.
I tilt my head towards the sky, exhaling a long breath in defeat. He’d probably throw me over the seat and strap me down, not caring one bit if anyone sees him manhandling me.
One of these days… we are going to come to a head and combust without warning, I just hope it doesn’t destroy us in the end.
“Fine,” I mutter and shove him aside to swing my leg over, scooting back to make room for him in front.
“You didn’t have a choice anyways.” He just has to get the last word in.
I’m going to murder him but I might use that big dick energy he has one last time as a hooray for old-time sakes.
Logan
She’s squeezing me so tight that one would think she’s purposely trying to cut off my air supply by crushing my lungs. Tillie’s been silent and stiff for half the ride as we weave through downtown traffic but her fingers that grip around my ribs move every so often in small caresses. She can scream and deny it but she’s attracted to me just as much as I am to her. I won’t admit that to her. She could use that against me, she really doesn’t know the power she already has over me.
She suddenly smacks my back and squeezes me tighter with her other hand as I drive along the coast. One side of the street is store after store and restaurants, while across the street are miles and miles of sandy beaches. I pull into a parking lot with not many cars and stop my bike, the engine vibrating under us until I shut that off too. The only sound is seagulls, the crash of waves, and barking way down the beach shore. Before I can get off my bike, Tillie is swinging off and kicking off her shoes without pausing as she rushes through the sand towards the ocean. My laugh isn’t quiet as I follow behind her, amused at her child-like wonder as she runs into the salty water. She kicks up water and stops at knee level, bending down slightly to run her fingers along the surface of the ocean. I left my shoes near my bike and I’m not going to bother rolling up my pants as I follow after her until the water is gently splashing around my calves.
“I’ve never seen the ocean. It stretches so far… you really could wander out there and never return,” she whispers eerily, shaking her head and crossing her arms over her stomach like she is cold.
The sun will be setting soon, within another hour. The water lapping at our legs is warm so I know she’s not cold. Her mind must be somewhere else and that bugs me to no end. I never know what’s going on in that beautiful head of hers, and I want to. I want to knoweverythingabout her. What she thinks about, dreams about…
“Why did you leave the compound? Do you not know the risks you took today?” I question, staring at her side profile when she refuses to meet my gaze.
“Risks? My life is one big risk. I won’t be locked away again. I may not look like it but I’m not completely fragile. I refuse to be treated like a damsel in distress. Get that through your big head.” She finally glances up at me, her lips in a frown, and a wrinkle between her brows.
I don’t like seeing that look on her face. She always has her shoulders straight like everyone else is beneath her and head held high even when she’s thrust into dangerous situations that would make anyone else crumble. It’s one of the reasons I admire her.
“I’ve never thought of you as weak, baby girl. We have enemies all around us, waiting for one slip up. You could have been kidnapped in broad daylight and raped, tortured. Don’t you know what we would do if you were taken from us? This city would be torn apart. You should have asked one of us to go with you if you needed to leave for a while.” I clear my throat, hating how raspy my voice is, she fucking scared me today. Anything could have happened to her and I wouldn’t have been by her side to keep her safe.
She stares up at me in surprise as she turns fully towards me and tilts her head in puzzlement.
“Ask one of you? Dalton got hurt because of me and everything at the club, all the responsibilities he has now… I can’t ask him to do that for me. I haven’t seen the rest of you guys for days and I can’t really blame you for not wanting me around. I–I feel disgusted with myself.” She swallows thickly and gazes off to the side, watching the sun dipping down slowly across the horizon.
I place my finger under her chin and make her look at me.
“What the hell are you talking about? What happened wasn’t your fault. There's always going to be a bad guy out there that wants to come after us. That’s why I’m trying to keep you safe and you keep making that difficult.” I stroke her cheekbone, wondering how she’s crept into my heart so suddenly and unexpectedly.
“Everything is my fault and that’s why I’m leaving, Lo. Everyone who I start to care for gets hurt or worse.” She bites her lip and takes a step away from me, turning away to start heading back towards the shore.
I grip her elbow and tug her towards me until she’s plastered to my front, her fingers spread over my chest to keep her balance. She looks up at me with her lips parted and a flash of anger crosses her face when I don’t let go of her as she pushes against me.
“You aren’t going anywhere, baby girl. That day when I said you're mine, I meant what I said. Mine to hurt. Mine to kiss. Mine to fuck. Mine to protect. You can shout it to the rooftops until your throat is sore but we both know that you want to be right by my side.” I tighten my grip on her as she struggles in my hold, her fists slamming against me over and over.
I grab her wrists, putting the slightest pressure on her skin until she goes lax in my grip. My hands lace with her delicate fingers as I drag her hands up my chest and behind my neck until she’s holding on to me. Placing my index finger back under her chin, I lean down as she stands on her toes to reach me. It’s the softest touch of our lips, her mouth plump and like silk as I glide mine back and forth over hers. I don’t rush our first kiss. It’s painfully slow and heated, our mouths hardly touching like we’re afraid we might burn with the slightest movement. Her fingernails dig into the back of my neck as if she’s holding back as we breathe each other in. Sharing oxygen. She’s the sun and moon, combined together right as they are passing each other across time and space. She can burn me by just looking at me and she’s as luminous as the moon that she lights up my nights.
When the fuck did I become a romantic? What is she doing to me? Next thing I know I’ll be outside her window with a boombox playing a lovesick song. At least that’s better than spilling Romeo shit like Juliet, let down your hair so I can climb into your window and sex you up. I might be getting my stories mixed up but each has the same ending. Some guy climbing through her window to fuck.
My nose runs along one side of hers, inhaling deep as I place another light as a feather kiss on her perfect lips. I lean back and notice her eyes are closed, her face still tilted towards me.
