Page 86 of Firefly
“You drive me fucking insane,” he groans against my mouth.
Maybe I just want to feel wanted by someone who actually stays.
His lips move down my throat while his fingers continue to pump slowly in and out of me. My thighs shake because, for once, he feels so fucking good. He uses his other hand that is no longer in a cast to pull down my top and takes a nipple into his mouth. I damn near bow off the seat because it’s almost too much.
Just as I slide my hand into his jeans, a sound cuts through the parking lot making me freeze.
A motorcycle engine.
Deep. Loud. Familiar.
I know that bike and now all I can think about is Hayden.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Hayden
“Closer- Nine Inch Nails”
Ophelia’s been texting me nonstop. I refuse to answer her. I’ve been too busy doing something for her that now I don’t know why I’m even bothering.
But, as usual, I can’t seem to help myself when it comes to her.
Could I stop and answer her? Yes.
But I’m just too fucking busy to deal with her shit right now.
I know what she wants. I know what she heard, but I’m not doing that shit over the phone. I’ll talk to her when I see her, until then she can fucking stew.
By the time I leave the Dungeon, I’m mentally exhausted. The kind of tired that settles deep in your bones after too much violence, too many secrets, and one too many girls who look at you like they could ruin your entire fucking life.
Spoiler alert. Ophelia absolutely could.
The parking lot is mostly empty when I climb onto my bike. The cold night air brushes against my face while I shove my helmet on and start the engine.
For a brief second, it's peaceful but then my phone rings through the Bluetooth.Ryker.
I answer immediately, because he never calls this late unless something’s wrong.
“What?”
His breathing sounds rough. Angry.
“Kayla got jumped,” he growls.
“What?” I repeat, and his voice turns murderous.
“Beaten and raped,” he spits as ice floods my veins. I may not like the girl but she’s a woman and I don’t play that shit.
My grip tightens violently on the handle bars.
Jesus Christ.
“What the fuck happened?”
“The Morozov twins.” His voice shakes with fury now. “Or at least that’s who we think did it.”
My stomach twists hard.The Pahkan’s sons. Fuck!They really are deep in this shit. Kayla might be a pain in the ass sometimes, but nobody deserves that. Nobody.
