Page 27 of Property of Fire

“Me either,” I snap and try to pull away again. “Can you just let me go?”

“Nope,” Fire mutters and ushers me toward the bathroom. “You want me to do something, you’re also going to do something.”

“What’s that?” What the hell would he want me to do? I’m not the one who’s got ho on his lips.

“You’re gonna erase the memory of her lips on mine,” he informs me with such arrogance in his voice it makes me want to kick him.

“I’m not.” It’s a lie, and we both know it.

“You are,” he remarks and lets me go, closing the door behind us. “Strip and get in the shower, baby. I’ll join you in just a minute.”

The sound of water in the sink penetrates my mind briefly. My mind was trying to wrap around him ordering me to strip and get in the shower.”

“I think I’ll be showering alone,” I inform him, but he doesn’t speak, mostly because when I glance at him, he’s got his toothbrush in his mouth. Still, he’s got his eyes locked on me as I say this.

Okay, so, maybe I wasn’t going to be showering alone.

EIGHTEEN

EVELIN

Wakingup in Fire’s arms is the best feeling in the entire world. I could wake up this way for the rest of my life.

“Where you goin’?” Fire grumbles, voice husky and deep with sleep.

Last night, after our shower, Fire proceeded to erase both our minds of what had happened at the bar and when we got to the clubhouse. We moved from the shower, our bodies still wet, to the bed, where we kept at each other until we both passed out.

Well, I passed out. I don’t know for certain if he did or not, but I knew I’d fallen asleep with him still inside me, my body wrapped over him like a blanket.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” I manage to tell him.

“Come right back, it’s too damn early.”

I glance at the clock on his nightstand and shake my head. “It’s nearly one in the afternoon.”

“And?”

“It’s hardly early.”

“It is when we didn’t quit fuckin’ until five-thirty this morning,” he grunts, sounding annoyed.

“Oh, yeah,” I draw out. Our festivities flashed in my mind on replay. It’d been awesome. I wanted to do it all over again.

Moving from the bed, I ignore the sound of his phone ringing from somewhere in the room and head toward the bathroom. I do my business quickly and brush my teeth using his toothbrush. If I’d known we were going to come here rather than his place, I’d have brought mine. I wasn’t going to kiss him with morning breath—or afternoon breath, for better words.

I could hear Fire on the other side of the door talking into the phone. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but from the tone, he wasn’t thrilled.

Finishing with my teeth, I open the door. Fire’s eyes come straight to me, his phone still at his ear.

“Yeah, I’ll see ya when you get here,” Fire mutters into the phone before pulling it away from his ear.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

“Will be. That was Heat. He and the others are heading back. They’ll be here in a few days.”

“Okay, so what’s wrong that you’re not okay?”

“I’ve got to meet with the Black Mark MC today for him. Scotch and two others from the club are on the way here.”

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