Make Me (KPD Motorcycle Patrol #4)

by Lani Lynn Vale

Also, was that his cock? Because Jesus Christ on a cracker, if it wasn’t, I was going to be sorely disappointed. “You’re not, are you?” he asked. “Fuck me.”

“That’s a big ol’ negative, Ghost Rider.” I grinned. “But you can bet I’ll go back to work now.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I asked. “You just nearly died right in front of my eyes. Go to the fuckin’ doctor! Don’t pass go, don’t collect two hundred dollars. Fuckin’ go!”

Justice Rector was not a morning person.

She snorted. “You don’t have resting asshole face. You’re just big and intimidating. The beard makes you look kind of dark and sexy in a brooding kind of way. Plus, you have those glasses back on, so your eyes are hidden. Which is kind of why I knew you weren’t so bad when I first met you. Your eyes are kind—at least when you want them to be.”

“In my head, I just called you the Royal tamer,” I mumbled. “Because I don’t want to argue with you out of general principle. You’ve broken me.”