Page 66 of Make or Break

Dammit. I’d have liked to get a glimpse of his room.

I looked over my shoulder. Alexandra had folded the bag up and was walking my way with her sandwich in hand.

Ivy, Alexandra, and I sat on one of the empty couches that had a coffee table in front of it. By the time I’d unwrapped my sandwich, Tundra came into the room and took a barstool next to Cal.

I forced myself not to stare at him.

Twenty minutes later, I was sitting with Alexandra. The minute Ivy finished her sandwich, Ryan took her upstairs to his room.

With my brother out of the vicinity, I couldn’t help but sneak glances at Tundra sitting at the bar. I’d never been too great at being secretive though, which made this risky.

“You’re still mad at him it seems,” Alexandra said.

“Mad at who?” I asked, popping the last bite of sandwich in my mouth.

That earned me a pointed look. “Don’t give me that. The overbearing biker you had words with back in September.”

I swallowed my food, sipped my tea, and grinned. “No. I’m letting bygones be bygones.”

“Really? You could fool me,” Alexandra muttered.

If Alexandra was catching on to me, that was my cue to leave.

I grabbed my sandwich wrapper and stood. “Sorry to eat and run, but I’m heading out. Thanks for inviting me, Alexandra. I’ll see you around.”

I hurried into the kitchen and tossed my wrapper into the trash. The moment I turned around, Tundra grabbed my wrist and pulled me down a dark hallway.

I opened my mouth to speak, then thought better of it.

He pushed a double door open, tugged me inside, and quietly shut the door behind us. The lights weren’t on, but a dim security light provided enough light for us to see each other.

“Couldn’t say no, could you?” he asked.

His tone of voice sounded like blame - even if it might not be.

I put my hand on my hip. “I thought you’d be gone since the last I knew, you were in your truck.”

He stalked closer. “Switched to my bike for my last trip.” He ran his hands up and down my rib cage, his thumbs grazing my breasts.

Tantalizing torture.

“You could have said no to Lex, but you love to live dangerously.”

“Maybe.” I said, then arched a brow at him. “You love it too because you could have let me leave just now.”

His eyes filled with something between disgust and anger. “You’re near me, you fuckin’ kiss me. Do you understand, wild child?”

I smiled. “Sure. But why don’t you just kiss me?”

He pulled me forward. My breasts hit his chest. I put my arms around his shoulders and he kissed me.

The way this man kissed lit up my soul.

I pulled on his shoulders.

He leaned forward while using a knee to widen my legs.

This felt naughty.