Page 9 of Wild Ride

She’s long and lean. Has dark hair that is full and shiny. It even bounces as she walks down the sidewalk. She’s wearing sunglasses that cover her eyes, but I can see her smooth skin and the lines of her figure even from the distance. She’s wearing skinny black jeans with flat black boots that hit her at the ankles.

She stops right in front of the door, so close to me that I could probably smell her perfume if I tried. She reaches forward to touch the handle of the door, then stops and brings her hand back to her side.

Tilting my head, I watch her for a moment. Really watch her. She’s trembling. I can see her hand shaking slightly at her hip. She takes half of a step backward, then tugs her glasses off her face before shoving them in her bag.

She lifts her arm, and I watch as she runs her fingers through her hair, tugging on the back of it. She turns her head, and her gaze looks right through me—brown eyes, no, not brown. Gold. The sunlight catches them, and I watch as they fucking glitter.

Full lips.

Full hair.

Full hips.

Fuck me.

She’s gorgeous.

I want to hate her instantly, but it’s going to be hard as fuck because my cock is begging to be inside of her. My balls ache at the sight of her standing just a few feet away. My hands itch to feel her skin.

And my brain… It’s fighting my body in a way it never has before.

This is beyond wanting my dick sucked. This is something I don’t understand, and with her, I’m never going to figure it out, either. In fact, I’m going to bury it. Bury it down beneath theanger and hate that I feel for her. My body cannot fuck me over on this.

I will not let her walk away with everything that Shade worked for just because she’s some fucked-up blood relation. She steps into the office, and I lift my eyes to the sky.

“What the hell is going on here?” I ask nothing and nobody in particular.

Closing my eyes, I let the sun shine down on me and will Shade to make himself known. Did he hear me? The wind blows over my face. Almost as if it’s an answer. I just don’t know what that answer is.

Clearing my throat, I straighten and look straight ahead at the door, then throw my leg over the side of my bike and make my way toward the office. Following the same path as the bitch, I open the door and slip inside. I’m not sure what office she’s in, but when I see the receptionist behind the counter, I flash her a smile and jerk my chin toward her.

“Hello, Bullet,” she breathes.

I haven’t fucked her yet, but not for lack of trying. She’s a sexy little blonde, but I know that Ivy would fucking kill me. She’s his first cousin and, without a doubt, more like a daughter to him than anything else. She is wholly fucking off-limits.

“Hey, babe. Ivy in?”

Her lips curve up into a grin. “He’s waiting for you.”

Lifting my hand, I touch my index finger against her nose and move past her toward Ivy’s office. I rap my knuckles against the door as I push it open. Ivy is sitting behind his fancy-as-fuck wooden desk, his law books neatly organized behind him on shelves.

He’s wearing a suit and tie, which I always find fucking hilarious because I know he’s covered in tattoos from wrist to neck, front and back.

“Got her name,” he murmurs. “You know I did some shady shit to get that information.”

“You suck John’s dick?” I ask.

His head flies up, and his eyes meet mine. “Shut the fuck up,” he grunts.

Pressing my lips together, I try not to laugh. “You shot that back pretty quickly. I’m wondering if you’re protesting too much.”

“Keep going, I’ll shoot you where you fucking stand,” he growls.

Chuckling, I sink down in the chair across from him. “What’s the name?” I ask, deciding it’s time to stop busting his balls because, for whatever reason, he’s feeling sensitive today.

“Dakota Vaughn.”

Fuck me.

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