Page 80 of Desert Heat

“I could get someone to cover my shift at the bar… fine we’ll go. But we need to male a pact. We will not take them home, We are not going to just hook up with them after not seeing them in person for a year.”

“Oh, hell no. I’m not even sure what I want from River, besides wishing I could do a master cleanse and get him the fuck out of my soul. Although a few ‘O’ s on the side couldn’t hurt.”

“Nope. We need to stay strong, sister. Bonfire or bust.”

‘What if they stand us up and don’t show?” I wondered.

“Then we both dodged a bullet because let’s be real, if they do come so are we,” she laughed as I felt my face burn.

“We’re both fucked.”

“Literally! See ya’ tomorrow, Savvy. We’ll choose outfits and primp. Don’t forget to go get waxed!”

I ended the call, got out of bed and padded over to the windows on the back wall. The snow blanketed the Earth, tiny ice clusters clung the corner of the window.

I wanted to run.

And keep running.

Because I knew my time was up.

It was time to stop playing Savannah Gravestone and return to being the Outlaw Princess. The only question is would River take me as his queen?

CHAPTER 2

The leggy brunettewas a real pain in the ass. She kept wriggling on my lap as if that rookie move was enough to get me hard for her. Sighing I finished my whiskey, plunked the glass down on the table and turned my face. Her eyes widened, hot pink tongue slicking over her lower lip expecting mine any second.

“Newsflash, sweetheart. I don’t do Club skanks and you are at the top of that list.”

Her mouth parted in a shocked “O” as I stood dumping back on the chair as I left.

My best friend in the MC, Tank, lifted an eye and nodded toward the back door of the clubhouse. “What’s up?” I asked as we stepped out into the crisp desert night.

“She just updated her Instagram.” Tank handed me his phone. It took everything in me to keep my face impassive while my insides burned. Savannah had her arms wrapped around the Prez’s son from the Devil’s Glen MC. My fist curled before I could stop it. “She posted it thirty minutes ago.”

My eyes studied the rosy glow on her cheeks the cold Maine winter night put there. It was close to the glow she got when I put my hands on her.

The thought some other fucking man might be doing the same left me sucker punched. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. It was almost comical how her old man thought stashing her away in Maine could keep her safe.

I found her.

Took her.

Made her mine before casting her to the wind. So why did it feel like I was the one who was taken?

“Fuck.” I tipped my head back, eyes caught up to the sky finding the North star shining bright like a beacon.

“Shit,” Tank groaned. “Please tell me we aren’t going back. My nuts don’t like the cold.” His real name was Rogan but ever since our short stint in Maine, his new road name, Tank stuck.

“Bullshit,” I snorted. You found plenty of college girls to keep them warm.”

He smirked. “I sure did. But now I only want one. Are we driving or flying?”

“I need to settle shit here before I make another move on her.”

“You should’ve just kidnapped her like we had planned. Now she’s free fucking around while you’re here wishing you had her chained up in your room.”

“You fucked up too! I saw you stalking Brandi’s socials just twenty minutes ago.”

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