Resist Me(31)

“Tommy called James and had him bring me home.”

“Sounds like no big deal to me,” Mia said, leaning back in chair, twirling a piece of her long brown hair in her fingers.

“It is a big deal. When I slept with him on your wedding night”—I looked at Suzy before I continued—“I didn’t stick around for a goodbye. I grabbed my things and left before he woke up.”

“Oh, you’re a bad girl,” Mia crowed, laughing. “That takes balls.”

“Hey, I am who I am. Well, Friday night he didn’t want me to ‘run away’ again.”

“Oh boy,” Suzy said.

“Anyway”—I turned back to Mia—“he waited for me to fall asleep and he handcuffed me to the bed.” I put my head on the table, banging it lightly against the glass surface.

“I like him already,” Mia whooped.

“He didn’t?” Suzy asked with her mouth hanging open and her eyes as large as saucers.

Lifting my head, I answered her: “He did.” I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. “I tried to convince him to free me, but my charms didn’t work.”

“Did you try to seduce him?” Mia asked, covering her mouth and laughing.

“Fuck yeah, I did, but he didn’t fall for it.”

“He left you like that?” Suzy asked. “All night?”

“All night.”

“Hold up. How did you try and seduce him?” Mia inquired, leaning forward, clasping her hands together in front of her.

“Well…” I sighed. “I told him I was afraid. He crawled in bed with me and we started to make out.”

“Ooooh,” Suzy cooed, resting her hands on top of her blossoming belly.

I laughed at her response. It was sexy looking back at it, but when it had happened…well, fuck, it had been sexy then too.

“I asked him to free my hands because I wanted to touch him.”

“What did he do?” Mia asked, her right eyebrow shooting up toward her hairline.

“He ripped my panties off and left me in the dust and handcuffed to the bed.”

“He plays dirty.” Mia laughed. “Yep, I like this James guy.”

“Oh fuck off, Mia,” I hissed, but couldn’t hold on to the fake anger. “He’s so fucking bossy.”

“He knows your game, sister, and that’s why you’re scared.” Mia smiled, her eyes teary from her laughter.

I blew out a breath through puffy cheeks. I knew she was right. My schemes didn’t work and he seemed to know my next move.

“I don’t like him,” I whined, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Yes, you do,” Suzy argued, nodding as she smiled.

“No, I don’t.”

“You so do. You’re fucked.” Mia cackled, leaning in her chair and throwing her head back.

“I’m totally fucked,” I whispered, closing my eyes as I tried to come to terms with this knowledge.

I didn’t want to like James. Men like that always rubbed me the wrong way, but when James did it…well, it sent sparks through my body.

It was a traitor.





Chapter 8 - The Chase





Bike Week ended, and this year had been relatively quiet compared to previous ones. The Sun Devils MC, along with Thomas, headed back to Leesburg—a town north of Tampa, and their home base.

It had almost been a week since I’d walked out of Izzy’s house and headed back to Daytona. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She was like a wet dream I couldn’t shake. Her smile, her taste, her smell—everything about her had stayed with me, and I wanted more.

It didn’t help when I found her G-string shoved in with my shit. I’d walked out of her house with a hard-on, wanting to slam her against the door and take her. The throbbing in my dick and aching in my balls needed some attention, and I’d do what I needed to do to make it happen.

I twirled my phone in my hand, wondering if I should pull the trigger. Send her a text and find my way in. I couldn’t wait any longer. It was fucking killing me. Either I’d die of blue balls or boredom. Izzy Gallo was the only thing that held my attention. It was ten p.m., but I figured she had to be awake. She didn’t strike me as the type of girl who turned in early. Plus, she might still be at work.

Me: Hey, beautiful. Thinking of me?

Within seconds, my phone beeped with a reply.

Sexy Fugitive: Who the fuck is this?

I smiled as I thought about how I’d added my number to her phone while she’d slept. I woke up in the middle of the night to check on her and saw the screen light up. It captured my attention, and I couldn’t stop myself from sending a message to steal her number. I saved it and added mine to her contact list. I didn’t use my name. No, that would have been too boring. I put myself in as…Man of My Dreams.