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“Pretty sure a motorcycle club president willingly inviting an officer of the law into his lair is a big deal. Maybe leave the cuffs out of it,” she suggested.
That combined with the fact that Lina was unharmed were the only two reasons my fist hadn’t met the man’s face.
But I was pretty sure I knew the truth. The menfolk were strategizing, and they’d left me out of it.
“They told him that it was okay that he was feeling bad and that they were going to be his friend no matter how bad he felt.”
You wouldn’t think little boys would have more emotional maturity than teen girls, but they did.”
I couldn’t blink, because if I did, the hot tears would escape and wreak havoc on my kick-ass eyeliner.
Real friends. That’s what Angie had called them. Naomi and Sloane had accepted all of me, including my less-than-perfect parts.
Country music still reminded me of those early years of freedom when I could just be a girl on the dance floor and not some medical miracle.
Together they formed a wall of unfairly hot masculinity. It should have gone against the laws of nature to allow so many perfect specimens of alpha male to occupy the same territory.
“Oh, that’s Knox’s happy face,” Naomi insisted, stepping the wrong way before correcting her course.
The Morgans were stubborn and strong.
Hurt? Yep. Amused? Sure. Charming? Absolutely. Stupidly stubborn? A thousand times yes. But the icy mask of rage he wore now was something new.
“He looks like he wants to take a bite out of her,” I observed. The fact that neither one of them was writhing on the ground electrocuted by the sparks they fired off at each other was a miracle.
“I know, right? I can’t believe they haven’t torn each other’s clothes off and hate banged yet.” “When they do, I bet it’ll shift the earth’s axis and send us spinning off into space,” I predicted.
“With you. I was mad. I just wanted to make him bleed. But you were fueled by rage and still had the capacity to run those calculations.”
He said it so simply, as if he wasn’t delivering the truth with the strike of a hammer. As if I didn’t feel it inside me like a thousand tiny electric shocks. As if my stupid heart didn’t fall right out of my stupid chest and land at his damn feet.
I liked my walls. I liked being safe behind them. But Nash was breaking through, and it scared the bejeezus out of me.
Those soft lips that had taunted me for weeks were already parted and I inhaled that sexy little gasp she gave when I backed her against the wall.
It was my hands she wanted on her. No one else’s. There was power there. And gratitude.
“Baby, if it makes you feel better, I’m scared to death right now that I won’t be able to take a breath without you wrapped around me.”
A pleasure so intense I knew I wouldn’t survive it swept over me and I didn’t fucking care. The only thing that mattered was that Lina had let me in. She’d surrendered to me. Given herself over. She trusted me with her body.
Angelina was my goddamn miracle. And I would absolutely step across the line of black and white into the gray to protect her.
Great. After a night of Nash the Sex God, now I had to deal with Nash the Sweetheart. I didn’t have the weaponry to defend myself against either, let alone both.
I grinned against my will. No, he hadn’t handled me like I was a delicate flower in danger of being trampled. I hadn’t felt like a glass figurine. He had used me. Hard. And I’d freaking loved it.
I contemplated my options, and for once, telling the truth seemed like the straightest path to what I wanted.
He really wanted this. And I was downright shocked to realize I did too. I was definitely getting this town’s water tested.
At this point, I didn’t know if I was trying to keep him from sliding further in or preventing him from pulling out.
“So fucking tight,” he muttered against my breast. “Have to fight my way in every damn time.”
This wasn’t what I’d been looking for. This wasn’t what I’d thought I’d needed. But the body didn’t lie. I wasn’t capable of feeling this kind of connection to a man if there wasn’t something essential, elemental there to build on.
She looked at me as if I’d rode in on a unicorn preceded by a marching band of leprechauns.
“Why’s your face look like you got laid? Is that a hickey on your neck?” “Shut up and eat your éclair.”
Be ready at 7. Wear something that makes it hard for me to stop thinking about what you’ve got on underneath.
“I say this with love. Bullshit.”
“You know what it means. I’m glad to see you returning to the land of the living. I was worried. I think we all were.”
I ran my hand over my jaw and grinned. “Thought it would make for a smoother ride.” Her eyes sparkled wickedly and a pink tinge warmed her cheeks. “I don’t mind it rough,” she reminded me.
My dick reacted like a puppet with its master at the strings.
“I saw them, and I thought of you. Made by the woman who saved my life, worn by the woman who reminded me it’s worth living.”
“If you’re wondering if I notice attention, I do. If you’re asking if I like it, it depends on the situation. Tonight I didn’t hate it.”
I liked that she didn’t pretend. I was starting to understand her brand of honesty. She didn’t lie or tell the truth. She either opened herself up to you or closed herself off from you. And I was starting to get the difference.
That you don’t have to live with the fear that at any point, Duncan Hugo could wake up one morning and decide today’s the day he’s going to eliminate witnesses.”
Maybe she didn’t realize what she was saying. But I did. She wanted me safe. And she wanted it enough to play on a team to make it happen.
she cared about me and I wasn’t above exploiting the hell out of that...
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“I packed a suitcase because it hurt too much to be that close to you when you hated me. I was going to move back to the motel, wait until work could send a replacement, and then I was going to leave town.”
I owed them flowers or maybe a spa gift certificate.
Now tell me you’ll use me, Nash.” My fingers tightened on the stem of the wineglass. I knew what she meant, but the double entendre was impossible for my dick to ignore. It was time to take back control.
I added just a little more pressure with my thumb and it was like pulling a trigger.
I was worried I’d lose my fucking mind. She’d spread so wide for me. Come so hard. In a restaurant full of people.
“Because of that.” He nodded over my shoulder at Nash, who was offering his brother a beer and smiling while doing it. “Don’t fuck it up.”
“I’m not really sure what the hierarchy of loyalty is in this situation. Naomi and Sloane are my first real friends in a long time and I’m out of practice. But I know how much it hurt you when I kept you in the dark. I got a taste of that when you were off plotting without me. And—”
No wonder I’d fallen in L-word with the man.
