“What the fuck?” I mutter, as I stare into the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. They’re nothing at all like the mud colored ones I saw the last time I looked at them.
Her hand flies to her chest and she bends at the middle, taking in deep breaths. “You scared me to death, Bowie.”
“Laura?” I choke out.
Her head instantly flies up, eyes landing on me. “My name is Shay.”
She sounds angry. Hell, she sounds pissed as fuck. “Yeah, the name fits you now.”
She doesn’t question my response. Instead, she walks forward, lifting her finger in my direction. “Never make that mistake again. Here, I’m Shay. Laura is just a memory.”
The cold bitch, the one that could piss ice cubes in the Sahara, is gone. This woman is pure fire, and just being near her is making my dick hard. “What the hell happened to you?”
Her hand instantly goes to her hair. “I’m me again. My name might be different, but everything else is all me. This is the person I was meant to be before my marriage.”
The changes are like a kick in the gut, this girl is so sure of herself, in complete control of everything around her. Not the scared, frightened of her own shadow, little mouse I met at the bus station. She’s beautiful, confident and everything a man could want. I know I sure as hell do, and not for one night either. This is the kind of woman I wouldn’t be able to get enough of, the kind I can see wearing my patch.
Where the hell did that come from? I shake my head, as I let the thought sink in. Nah, I can’t do it. I can’t claim my best friend’s sister. Especially when she is on the run from her husband. I take in her body from head to toe, remembering the fire in her eyes just a moment ago, and think about it a second more and wonder. Why the fuck not?
This is a woman that would ride bitch and love every minute of it. Exactly the kind of woman I said I wanted; fuck the consequences, I’m going to make her mine. Without hesitating I step closer to her. “Want to take a ride?”
“What?” She asks, confused by the abrupt subject change.
Not giving her time to think, I grab her hand. “We’re going for a ride.”
“I’m making cookies.” She says trying to pull away.
I look at the mess bowls and half-filled pans. “You can finish when we get back.”
Jerking her hand from mine, she walks over to the stove and cuts it off. Then, she comes back to me. “Let me put on some shoes.”
I watch as she walks to the door and slides her feet into a pair of fuckin’ flip flops. “No, way. Go put on some boots or something. You’re not getting on my bike with those things on.”
She doesn’t say anything just tosses the flips flops back to their spot by the door and stomps back to her room. A second later she comes out wearing a pair of chucks. “Not boots, but they’ll do.”
She doesn’t bother responding, just walks out the door. I watch her go, enjoying the view. After she disappears onto the porch, I pull out my phone. Tapping on my brother’s name. I lift it to my ear and wait for him to answer.
“Brother.”
“Stay the fuck away from Shay.” I order, not bothering to explain.
He laughs before replying. “She’s a fuckin’ hot piece, isn’t she?”
I don’t see one damn thing funny about this and I don’t have time for his shit, so I just lay it out. “She’s mine.”
So Rude
Shay
After the way he treated me when he dropped me on Nina’s doorstep, I shouldn’t want to be anywhere near him. I should have told Bowie to kiss my ass and kept making cookies, but here I am on the back of his bike. Just like last time, I feel free. There is nothing like riding down the road, the wind whipping through my hair. The vibration of the motor hums through my body, leaving warmth in its wake.
Time flies by, as I watch the scenery change from fields full of tobacco plants to the city streets of Owensboro. After what seems like just minutes, but probably more like an hour, Bowie turns the bike into the parking lot of a barbeque restaurant.
As soon as he kills the motor, he taps my leg. “Hop off, baby.”
I wiggle until I can get my legs from around him. As soon as my feet hit the pavement, my legs turn to jelly. I’m about to go down, when he reaches out to keep me standing.
“You’ve got to get used to being on my bike,” He says with a chuckle before wrapping his strong arm around my shoulders and heading toward the restaurant.
“I thought we were going for a ride, you never mentioned stopping.”
He shrugs but doesn’t stop walking. “Gotta eat.”
I follow along, knowing there is no use arguing. With every step I take, I ask myself questions. Why the heck am I here? Why did he want me to go for a ride? I’m so confused; it’s like he is a whole different person. The asshole that dropped me at Nina’s without a second thought is gone, and this nice guy is in his place. The change has me off balance and I don’t understand it at all.