Page 23 of Moto
“Been dodging me? I haven’t seen you for a few days.” He crowds me in the blind corner of the hallway.
“No.” My focus darts between his eyes and mouth.Stopthat! “Just been busy.”
Dev sucks on his bottom lip seductively, and I nearly pass out. He’s fucking with me, and he knows it. Knows I’m crumbling.
“Tonight.” He leans in close to my face. So close, I can feel his warm breath tickle my neck. “You are all mine. No arguments, no excuses. Just you and me in the dark.”
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.I press my back against the wall and dig my nails into the plaster to keep from pouncing on him. I don’t know what the fuck’s come over me, but I want him. Badly. I want him as much as I want Reese, and it’s scaring the shit out of me.
“Kayla, say yes,” Dev urges. His dark hair is styled back, and he has a hint of a five o’clock shadow. And the way he smells . . . So. Fucking. Good. Just like a man should smell. Don’t ask me to explain it. It’s like some kind of ambrosial aftershave or something.
“Kayla?” He fucks my name with his voice.
“Yes,” I force out, clenching my thighs. I want to slap my hand over my mouth, but it’s too late. I just sold my soul to the Dane brothers.
The victory in Dev’s blue eyes is burning so bright, it could block out the sun.
I’m so screwed. So goddamn screwed, and I don’t even care. I’m tired of resisting. Tired of getting off only in my dreams, while my conscious self is continuously deprived.
“I’m going to make sure you scream that word twenty times over tonight.” He skims his nose up my neck until his lips are brushing against my ear. “I hope you’re ready,” he whispers almost tauntingly.
I look up into his alight eyes. “I’m so fucking ready.”
“Damn, baby.” He blows into my ear right before he pushes off the wall, checking the hallway as he adjusts himself. “Let’s go do some work before I say fuck it all and lock us up in the storage closet.”
“I’m surprised you aren’t.”
“Not with you. I have something special planned for you.” The wicked implication laced in his tone actually makes me shiver. I’ve heard things about Dev. Whispers about dominance and submission and kinky inclinations. It makes a woman curious. Dangerously curious.
Dev takes my arm and leads me away, releasing his grasp as we make it closer to the nurses’ station. I know they’re all talking. Gossiping about Dev and me. We’re always a hot topic, especially when we’re seen together. Funny thing is, there was nothing to gossip about up until five minutes ago.
Now me and Reese? That’s a whole other story. One I have to figure out, fast.
“Come with me?” He continues down the hallway toward Reese’s room. No delaying the inevitable.
“Good news, bro,” Dev announces as we walk in. “You’re out of here. I’ve hired a nurse, and a bed is being set up as we speak.”
Reese doesn’t look as happy as I thought he would be.
“What nurse?”
“From an agency. She seems nice.”
“I want Kayla,” he declares. I think I turn white. Dev glances over at me with a questioning look, and all I can do is return the expression.
Fuck.
“Um, that’s not an option. Kayla already has a job.”
Reese pins me with a hard stare. “I’ll pay you double whatever this craphole does. I want you.”
Oh. My. God. This can’t be happening.
“Reese . . .” I stumble over my words.
“Triple.” He ups the ante.
“Ahhh . . .” I’m frozen in place as I glance frantically back and forth between the two ruggedly, white trash beautiful men who are a carbon copy of each other.
