But...something was going on. Something that twisted and wrenched at me from the inside. When she’d sat there wearing my cut, with that long red hair blowing in the wind...for the first time in years, I’d wanted something more than just hearing her moan and scream my name. Something I knew I couldn’t have, anymore, not even from one of the girls who hung around the club. Certainly not from a sweet girl like Annabelle.
She made me want to be with her. She made me want to sling her on the back of my bike and head off for a long ride. A really long one: just get lost for a week or two. With sunsets and kissing and—
Jesus, what’s the matter with me?
My life had been simple. Grim, but simple. The life I’d deserved. Only now Annabelle had brought home everything that I’d been missing and it was driving me crazy. I had to get the fuck away from this girl and instead I was going to have to spend the night locked in a room with her.
So I cursed. I cursed the Blood Spiders for locking their city down so tight.
I cursed Briggs, our former president, for turning me into this monster.
I cursed myself for suddenly developing a conscience instead of just fucking her.
I even cursed Ox for listening to that message. But as soon as that entered my head, I knew it wasn’t true. However painful this was, there was no way I could have lived with myself if she’d been sold. And there was no way I was abandoning her now. I had to make sure she was safe.
They were expecting us to head for the highway so I took us the opposite way, finally stopping at a tiny village just outside Teston, little more than a gas station, a motel and a couple of stores. I asked the motel manager for a ground floor room and then wheeled my bike right inside with us, so it couldn’t be seen from the road.
As soon as the door closed, I felt the tension start to build. She looked up at me with those big eyes….
I can’t. Each beating I’d handed out had made me heavier, darker, until I was like a lead slug of chaos my MC could fire into an enemy, knowing I’d rip them apart. That was what I was good at: scaring people. Hurting them. That was all I was good for. And the last person I wanted to hurt was her.
Then it got worse. She shrugged my cut off her shoulders, folded it carefully and held it out to me. “Here. I know you want this back. Thank you.”
I looked down at it...and her. The way she was holding it, her upper arms were squeezing her breasts together in her bra, like she was offering them up to me. Sweet Jesus. Didn’t she know how gorgeous she was?#p#分页标题#e#
I took it. What else could I do? Tell her to cover herself, because the sight of her in her underwear was driving me insane? I grunted something that might have been thanks.
I tried to find somewhere to look that wasn’t her boobs.
I looked down. That was worse. I was suddenly staring right at her groin, eyes locked on the little triangle of black fabric that was all that stood between me and the soft, warm folds I’d felt when she was pressed up against me.
I looked up. Even worse. Now I was gazing right into her eyes, so big and innocent, so...good. People say it’s the bad girls who have all the fun but a bad girl’s bad already and where’s the fun in that? A good girl, one who’s pure as driven snow, one you can turn bad...now that’s a fantasy. And Annabelle was as good as they came.
Which was why I had to keep the hell away from her. What life would she have with me? Sewing up my wounds? Waiting to get the phone call that I’d been shot or stabbed somewhere? Getting tangled up with the MC, drawn into a world that would likely get her killed?
No. No way. She’d saved my life. Now I had to save hers...by getting her as far from me, the MC and my whole way of life as possible.
I tore my eyes angrily away from her face. Her arms. I’d look at her arms. Arms that were so soft and pale, arms that would feel fucking terrific wrapped around me on long, dark nights….
Legs. Legs were even worse. Jesus, they were so long, so perfectly shaped, firm yet feminine, legs I wanted to run my tongue all the way up. I wanted those legs wrapped around me, too, but in a whole different way….
I turned away from her. “I’m going to take a shower,” I muttered, and stormed into the tiny bathroom. I had to put some distance between the two of us before I lost control and just grabbed her.
In the shower, I tried to convince myself that I was washing because I needed it, because I’d been riding all day and had road dust in my hair and oil under my fingernails. All of which was true, but….
But I hadn’t felt like I’d needed to clean up...not until I saw her.
And I couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was right there, on the other side of a thin sheet of drywall, pacing around the room, long, pale legs flashing in the light of the room’s one bulb, all dressed up like a fucking Victoria’s Secret model in underwear and heels, and all that red hair—