Page 14 of Moto
“Excuses, excuses.”
“I’m still trying to figure out why you moved back to this hellhole in the first place.”
I shrug. “It’s home.”
“It’s the middle of fucking nowhere.”
“Maybe I like nowhere.”
“Easier to conceal all your kinky kinks,” he baits.
“Shut up,” I snap a little too defensively.
Reese makes a gun with his hand and fires. “Bull’s-eye.”
I groan. “That has nothing to do with shit, and if you don’t zip it, I’m going to put you in a -medically-induced coma.”
“Wonder what that hot nurse would think of yourkinks.”
“Reese. Last warning. And leave Kayla out of it.”
“Or does she already know? Did you hit that already?” He raises his eyebrows lewdly. “Dominate the shit out of her, did you?”
“Forget the coma. I’m just going to smother you with a pillow.”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, bro. Nothin’ better than a woman on her knees.”
“Look,” I nip the conversation in the bud, “just behave. Okay?”
“Is that what you tell Nurse Kincade, Master?”
Ugh.
* * *
So I like a little kink.So what? And I like to be dominant. So what?
I’ve never had any complaints. I wouldn’t exactly call myself a Dom. Just a man who knows what he likes. Which is making beautiful women come on my command. I usually don’t mind bantering with Reese about my sexual proclivities, but as soon as he brought Kayla into it, I needed to shut the conversation down. One whiff that I’m into her and I’ll never hear the end of it, especially since I’ve yet to seal the deal.
Yetbeing the operative word.
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Kayla
Icircle my fingertip mindlessly around the rim of my coffee cup, unable to get my mind off Dev. I keep deliberating as to whether to give him an honest-to-God chance. Part of me wants to. A very strong part of me. But the rest of me knows it would be a huge mistake. Just let me count the ways: we work together, we work together, we work together, and oh, he’s a biker. And what’s my one cardinal rule? No bikers. Yet, here I am, seriously considering going out with the hot piece of man I dream about religiously.
“You look very lost in thought.” My aunt slips into the booth seat across from me. We meet for breakfast at Lou’s Diner whenever our schedules allow. It’s close to both the hospital and the precinct and has the best greasy home fries in the county.
“I am very lost in thought.” I drop my chin into my hand.
“Uh-oh. Who is he?” The waitress, Hettie, pours my aunt a cup of coffee without her even having to ask. “Morning, Detective,” she adds cheerfully.
“Morning.” Sam flashes a smile at the middle-aged woman but keeps her main focus on me. She’s dressed in her usual uniform—- a black pantsuit, with her dark-brown hair pulled back in a low, tight bun.
“Am I that translucent?”
My aunt shrugs one shoulder. “I’m a cop. I read people. I’m also your surrogate mother, so yes, you’re as clear as a piece of glass.”
