My cock better quit it before I start strangling it.
Don’t threaten me with a good time.
“Are you okay?”
“What?” I snap.
“You keep looking at your um…at your dick.” She blushes as dark as the blood on her cheeks earlier.
“Why don’t you have a look for me? Make sure he’s all good?”
With a scoff, and a roll of her eyes, she reaches for the door handle. I grab her wrist before she can open it.
“Are we not going inside?”
I give her a firm warning, “If you tell anyone in there I kidnapped you, I’ll set the place on fire with you and everyone else still in it.”
I should tie her up and leave her in the trunk so she can’t get in the way, but I’m curious what she’s going to do next.
She nods her head in silent confirmation, and we get out of the car. While her back is turned, I pop another pill before grabbing my bag and jacket. Putting them on, I follow close behind her.
Before we reach the door, I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close to check her over beneath the red neon light.
I can count her freckles from this close. They’re another unwanted distraction that I’m struggling to resist.
She’s dry now, and the cut on her leg has stopped bleeding. There’s some blood in her hair that’s poking out of her veil, but it shouldn’t be noticeable. The rest seems to have washed off her skin, but the light above us makes it seem like it’s still there.
That glow is back, and it has my heart racing.
Her plump lips part as she glances up at me through thick, dark lashes.
Some basic, feral instinct takes over me, and I’m pulling her in for a kiss. Her tongue tangles with mine instantly. Moans of pleasure and resistance spilling into my mouth. Her fingers curl into my chest, holding me close to her while she also tries to push me away. She’s as confused as I am.
When I pull away, I tug on her lower lip, releasing it with a pop, and watch as a bead of blood forms where I was too rough. She licks it up without complaint.
Why?
Why the fuck did she just appear out of nowhere?
Why the fuck did I let her into my car when I know this can’t last?
And why the ever-loving fuck did I go back for her?
She’s disoriented, and I give her no time to compose herself before I swing open the door and tug her inside.
As expected, there are only the two owners of the bikes in here along with the man I’m looking for. All three look our way from their positions at the bar.
The bikers sit at the far end. They’re pushing fifty, both have gray hair, and one sports a thick, gray, bushy beard. They wear similar leather vests that look like they’ve seen better days.
Jackson is cleaning glasses behind the bar. He’s a lot neater in his plain white shirt, his short, sandy hair neatly combed. Anyone who met him would think he’s a regular business owner. A good, honest person from the way he’s able to charm his patrons, and the charity raffles he hosts every month. If only they knew what lies beneath the surface.
I whisper close to Chloe’s ear, “Here’s how this is gonnago. See those guys sat at the bar? You’re going to invite them out back with you.”
“No!” she hisses. “I don’t want to.”
“Little sinner, the whole reason you’re standing here with your heart still beating is because you chose me.” I can’t stop myself from smiling as I say those last three words. No one’s ever chosen me before. My dad made it his life’s purpose to make sure I knew how much he hated me, and my very own twin left me by killing herself.
“How exactly do you expect me to get them to leave with me?”
