Page 84 of Ravage
“So, whose ride is this?” I finally ask.
“Aiden’s,” Kellan replies with a wolfish grin. “He never lets us drive it. But he hardly does either, so fuck knows why he doesn’t share.”
Ice slides through my veins. It’s okay. There’s no way he’ll be able to tell I was in his car.
“How are you guys going to get the smushed-up car out of the alley?”
Kellan checks the rearview mirror to look at Jack. “You up for flying it back to the shop?”
“Aiden’s car can drag it back. I’ll keep it light,” he answers, which means he’ll use his gift to float the car while Aiden’s moves it.
Kell snickers and swings the wheel to the right, only for the car to peel that way in a tight turn. He whistles and then guns it. “The control on this car is insane. Let’s see what else it can do while we have it.”
Jackson chuckles in the back seat, and I roll my eyes. “No cops this time, Kellan. I doubt Aiden will appreciate his car returned in the same shape as yours.”
Somehow, we make it back in one piece to the club.
“Thanks for the ride and the night out,” I say while unbuckling my seatbelt. Then I hear the other car door open, and both Kellan and Jackson get out. “What are you doing?”
“Walking you up,” Kellan answers with a grin. Jackson slips through the shadows around the back of the building and Kell adds, “And scouting out that your apartment’s clear.”
“I lasted five years on my own, Kell. I don’t need you guys looking after me.”
He steps up onto the sidewalk and wraps his arm around my back, pulling me close. “If I’m being honest, I’d hoped we could continue our night here.” He nips at my ear, and I gasp. “Since I need to go back for my ride, we’ll rain check. But this is the end of our date night and the proper thing to do is to walk you to your room, isn’t it?”
I’m about to argue again that this wasn’t a date, but I’m so tired from everything that happened that I just sigh instead.
Kellan’s hand drops to my waist. We walk inside together and up the stairs to my apartment. Jackson’s nowhere to be seen in the hallway, but I’m sure he’s nearby.
“Well, good night—”
Kell grips my hips and backs me into my door and kisses me.
His mouth and tongue are scorching as he burns me from the inside out. My hands are forced to cling to his shirt while my knees wobble and threaten to give out. I can feel the outline of his dick through his pants against my stomach, and I clench my thighs when my body dampens eagerly for it like the thirsty bitch it is.
I shove him back, and he chuckles, then licks his lips like the prick he is.
I get even wetter.
“Sweet dreams, beautiful.”
I flip him off and push the code into the door so I can slam it in his face.
I take a deep breath and then turn to face my apartment. I’m expecting Jackson to be standing somewhere, but after checking my bedroom and the bathroom, there’s no sign of him.
Well, not completely.
On the kitchen counter are multiple guns, magazines, knives of different shapes and sizes, and a first-aid kit.
There’s a folded note lying in front.
The note reads, I’ve got your back. Always.
My phone rings on the counter next to me while I’m reviewing my notes on Joe. It’s the standard ringtone, which tells me immediately that it’s not Portia, so I pick it up to check the caller ID.
It’s an unknown number.
The only numbers in my phone are Elias, Portia, and Jackson anyway, so that doesn’t mean a whole lot, but they’re also the only ones who have this number.
