Page 66 of Forged in the Fire
I strode for my bike.
Brinley hesitated in the doorway before she finally came scrambling to catch up.
Far too talented on those heels.
“Where are we going?” I asked, tossing a look over my shoulder.
Shouldn’t have since the sight of her nearly made me stumble.
“The store.” The roll of her eyes was so exaggerated it was a wonder they didn’t get stuck in the back of her head.
“What, you didn’t have everything you needed packed in those bags?”
“Since no one had the decency to tell me how long I was going to be here, I wasn’t sure exactly what I was going to need.” She was all sass and fire.
I casually strolled toward my bike while blood surged through my veins. “Seemed to me you brought enough for five weeks.”
She’d already pulled three outfits out of those bags that were enough to bring me to my knees. What more could she need?
“Oh, I forgot my vibrator.” It was a blatant taunt, and I whirled on her, getting smacked in the face by that lust-inducing scent.
What I would give to dive in and take a long, gulping drink.
A fucking masochist, I inclined her way, voice a low scrape near her ear. “You say the word, and you don’t need one.”
She floundered for one beat before she edged back and hitched a saucy grin. “Good idea. That Phoenix guy is pretty cute.”
Possession prowled around in my chest.
And did she call Phoenix cute?
Dude looked like the reaper.
“Not gonna happen.” The words were nothing but splinters and shards.
She strode forward and brushed her fingers over my chest, murmuring what amounted to a threat. “That’s right. Not with anyone.”
She kept moving for my bike.
Her ass swayed back and forth in that skirt.
Leaving a trail of fire in her wake.
Air hefted from my lungs, and I forced myself to move, catching up to her and moving to my Harley.
I looked down at the matte-black metal that was basically my throne.
The helm from where I ruled.
I never allowed anyone to ride on it with me, save for the couple of times it’d been necessary for Elena to hop on and, of course, I’d taken Kai out for a spin or two since the kid was obsessed with motorcycles. Never going more than five miles an hour around the property.
Other than that?
Never.
It sent all the wrong messages, and the last thing I needed was that kind of drama in my life.
Trevan warned I was breaking every one of my rules by bringing Brinley here.
