Throttle's Seduction(Insurgents MC Romance Book 7)(42)

Looking at her right then, he saw something different in her eyes. Love?  He wasn't sure, but he didn't want to go there until he sorted out  whatever the fuck was coursing through him. He smiled weakly. "You know  your ass is going to the carnival too."

She burst out laughing. "Damn. I used to love going when I was a kid. I wouldn't miss it."

They locked gazes and a comfortable silence fell around them, only  lifting when the screen door banged open and Olivia and Dawn came out.  Throttle noticed the way Dawn checked out Kimber before he introduced  them, and the way she kept staring at her began to irk him. He figured  Dawn would have to get to know Kimber, and when she did, she'd see that  his woman complemented him in a way Mariah never did. They settled in  the truck, laughing and chatting all the way to the restaurant.

After dinner, he took them to Red Spot Creamery for ice cream. Kimber  smiled and squeezed his hand, and he knew she was happy that he  remembered it was her favorite ice cream place in town. He and Dawn  waited to place their orders while Olivia and Kimber held their table.

"She's real nice and pretty," Dawn said as they waited in line. He  nodded. "She seems so confident and driven. Damn, I don't think I ever  met a woman who was a mechanic. I've read about them, but I'm sure she's  the only one in town. I'm surprised you were attracted to her for that  reason alone."

"I gave her a hard time about it in the beginning. Fuck, I'm surprised  too, but I like her confidence and independence. I was getting sick of  all the chicks who acted like they couldn't change a fuckin' lightbulb."

Dawn smiled, her gaze fixed on his. "You're in love with her, aren't you?"

Throttle darted his eyes from hers. "No …  Fuck, I don't know. I like being with her. That's all."

"You're not fooling me. I know you better than anyone, and I can see by  the way you act and look at her that you're in all the way. I think it's  wonderful. You deserve to be happy and to have someone really love you.  And she does love you. You know that, right?"

He shrugged. "Enough of this. What kind of ice cream do you want?"

"You're not getting off that easily. You two need to stop hiding and  tell each other how you feel. I want the mocha almond fudge, and Olivia  wants the birthday cake. And you were right, Mariah is definitely not  the right one for you. She couldn't hold a candle to Kimber. Don't  fucking blow this."

"You done now?"

"Yes." She chuckled.

Dawn's right. Kimber is the best thing that's come into my life. And  she's the fuckin' real deal. He placed their orders and helped carry the  cones over to Kimber and Olivia. Sitting there eating ice cream with  his three favorite women made him feel like he had all the pieces in his  life. Since the day Mariah had shattered his heart, he finally felt  like it had been put back together again, stronger and better.

After he dropped Olivia and Dawn off, he and Kimber went to her place.  He didn't want to watch TV, or listen to music on the computer, or even  talk. All he wanted was to make love to the woman who'd slipped into his  life and heart. He'd claimed her; she was his woman in every sense of  the word.

She came out of the bathroom, and her eyes widened. "Don't you want to watch TV?"

He patted the spot beside him on the bed. "Come here," he said thickly.

A wide smile broke out over her face. "You're so bad." She padded over  and slipped in next to him, his stiff dick poking against her thighs.  She chuckled. "Seems like you're ready."

"I've been ready for you for a long time, baby." He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her deeply.

The moonlight spilled into the room, its soft, shimmering glow encasing  the couple as they kissed, touched, and drove each other to ecstasy.





Chapter Twenty-Four





Kimber scrubbed the grease off her hands; she normally wore  tight-fitting gloves, but sometimes she had to use her bare hands to get  the job done. She had to hustle otherwise she'd be late for her  classes. As she brushed under her fingernails, she thought of  Throttle-as she often did-and a surge of heat shot through her. Each  time she thought she had him figured out, he'd go and do something that  threw her for a loop.                       
       
           



       

Over the weekend, at the expo, he was the quintessential badass  biker-hard, loyal, and tough. Then a few days later, he picked her up,  introduced her to his sister and niece, and played the doting uncle to a  tee. Later that night, he hadn't fucked her; he'd made love to her, and  that blew her away. Since then, he'd been so loving toward her,  treating her like an actual girlfriend and not a fuck buddy. He'd  claimed her the night of the horrible fight in Denver, but she'd figured  it was the rhetoric all bikers used. Hell, she'd heard it often enough  since she started screwing around with them over the years and it didn't  mean crap. The thought of him actually being in love with her made her  skin pebble and her insides twist.

It also made her nerves scream warnings. He wasn't a one-woman man; he'd  been used to such freedom and variety when it came to women, so how  could he ever be content with just one? Although, he'd given his heart  to one woman before, but that was a long time ago.

"You working tomorrow?" Darren, one of the mechanics, asked.

"Huh … ? Oh yeah, I come in at ten."

"How do you keep your hands so clean? My girlfriend's always bitching at me about how stained my hands are."

"I use gloves most of the time, but the best thing you can use is a  stiff brush, raw sugar, water, and a bit of liquid detergent. Then a ton  of cream to keep your hands soft. Works like a charm."

"Yeah? I'll have to try that. Dirty hands don't get you too much action." He laughed.

Kimber smiled weakly. One of the pros of being the only female in a  traditionally male job was that, after time, she was treated as one of  the guys. But it became a con when she was included in all the raunchy  jokes, innuendos, and details of her fellow employee's sex  lives-something she could definitely live without.

"I have to go to class. See you tomorrow." She dashed out of the shop and left the parking lot with a trail of noise behind her.

After her two classes, she went to the student center to have an iced  tea with her friends. They talked for a couple hours about classes, the  worst professors, and guys. She didn't reveal that her guy was an outlaw  biker, since they'd probably conjure up images of movies and television  programs about the outlaw world.

Kimber glanced at the wall clock and stood. "I better get going. I have a  bunch of stuff to finish for Donsky's class. I can't wait for the  summer session to end."

"Me too. It seems like it's really dragging. Then when we get out, we  only have a two-week break before the fall semester starts." Carla stood  from the table and slung her backpack over her shoulder. "I'm heading  out too. I'll walk with you."

Kimber gathered her books, then noticed her laptop wasn't there. She  looked under the table, on the floor, and searched her tote again. Her  stomach sank when she couldn't find it. "Does anyone remember if I had  my laptop with me when we sat down?"

"I didn't see it," Carla replied.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention," Mitzi said.

"Same here," Terri and Nikki voiced.

"Did you leave it in class?" Carla asked.

"I must have. I thought I had it in Donsky's class, but I don't  remember. I have to go back and check." Kimber stuffed all her things in  her tote and threw it on her shoulder.

"I'd go with you, but I have somewhere I have to be," Carla said.

"That's okay. I'll see you tomorrow. I have to fly." Kimber rushed out  of the student center and zipped across the campus to the business  building. Grateful that a class wasn't in session, she went into the two  rooms she'd sat in a few hours before and searched for her laptop. It  was nowhere. Tears stung at her eyes; she had just bought the laptop  after saving up for it for a year, and she didn't have the budget to buy  a new one. Her class project was safe since she'd backed up her work,  but she had all her music, photos, and other personal stuff on it.

She went to the faculty offices and was happy to see Dr. Redman and Dr.  Donsky still in their offices. Another student was there, but she poked  her head in anyway. "I'm sorry to bother you, but did you find a laptop  after our class? I can't find mine and was thinking I may have left it  in the classroom." She crossed her fingers.

Dr. Redman slowly shook his head. "No. I didn't find anything after  class, and no one turned it in at my office." A knot formed in the pit  of her stomach, and hot tears burned behind her eyes.

"Did you lose something?" Dr. Donsky came out of his office and stood by her. "I overheard you."