Yet, as the two of them tower over me, staring down at me like a couple of hungry lions, I find myself far wetter than I’m proud to admit. And by the way their nostrils are flaring, I know they can smell it too.Damn Omega pussy betraying me.
Taking a step back, I try again for what feels like the millionth time to clear my head. “I’m not something you can just claim,” I huff, remembering what Gavin said. “You don’t even know me.”
“Then let us get to know you,” Brady counters with a shrug.
“Not until you tell me more about yourself. What are the bikes for? Just like to ride, or are you a part of something… more?”
“Both…” Brady says slowly, watching for my reaction. “You have something against bikers?”
“Depends if they’re assholes,” I retort.
“Are we?” Gavin asks, a smile playing on his lips. “I think I’ve been pretty gentlemanly.”
I can’t help but smile. “So far, you two seem pretty chill. Are you saying that you’re a part of some biker gang?” I ask, raising a brow.
Brady snorts. “It’s not a gang, love. It’s a club.”
“A brotherhood,” Gavin joins in.
“Huh.” A thrill sparks inside me. Real-life MC men. I never thought I’d live to see the day. “And what club do you belong to?”
“Steel Devils,” Brady answers proudly.
“And you're not killers?” I reiterate.
They give each other a look, silently communicating before Gavin turns to look at me. “Not serial killers.”
Why do I feel like there’s so much more to this?
Yet when Gavin steps forward, cupping my face to rub his thumb against my cheek, I don’t feel an ounce of fear. Onlyexcitement and anticipation, along with the need to find out more about these two Alphas.
“Come with me, Darlin’. We'll take you home.” Gavin’s voice comes out low and thick. It takes everything in me not to lean up and kiss his tempting lips.
“Okay,” I say without hesitation.
The blinding grin he gives me in return silences any thoughts aboutwhy the fuck I just agreed to go somewhere with these complete strangers.It’s some magic voodoo shit if you ask me.
Is this how one of those dark romance, kidnapping scenes starts—where the girl surprises her kidnapper by being excited she’s being taken, not sobbing her eyes out and begging to be let go? Because fuck if that wasn’t me as Gavin takes my hand and leads me over to his bike, handing me his helmet.
“What about you?” I ask, taking it from his outstretched hand.
“Your safety is more important,” is all he says before swinging a leg over the seat and starting up the engine.
I stare at the helmet longer than I should.Why would this complete stranger care about me?
“You okay, Darlin’?” Gavin asks over his shoulder.
Blinking up at him, I nod before slipping the helmet on over my head and snapping it into place. “I’m good.”
Climbing onto the back of the bike, Gavin grabs my arms and wraps them around his waist. “Hold on tight, little one,” he shouts over the revving of his engine.
As my body molds to his, I close my eyes, sighing in contentment at how right this all feels.
None of this makes sense, but I don’t have it in me to fight it.
The bike jerks forward, and I let out a small scream before bursting into laughter as we take off down the highway.
A feeling of pure exhilaration consumes my body, my heart thundering in my chest as joyous laughter shakes my body.
